Ex gfs house

[daande]

So my one ex gf lived in this super old house (historical house). I slept there alot and I was always ****ing creeped out. One night I woke up I swear to god there was something hovering over top of me (no it wasnt her gay brother). Anyways, they sold this house and moved and the people who bought are turning it into a restaurant. While renovating they found a ****ing skeleton inside one of the walls along with a gun that was most likely used to kill whoever that was. Probably the ****ing thing hovering overtop of me that one night. So I figure my ex is so ****ed up and weird because of this and doesnt even know it!

[swolegantor]

I love haunted stories. Every one of my friends has some story about being woken up or seeing someone that shouldn't be there in my house. My one buddy will only sleep in my house if he is drunk before going to bed.


I guess I could add one of my own.

About 4 years ago me and my buddy were jamming some music in my room (I play drums he plays bass) when he asks to use the phone. I say, "no problem there is one in my brothers room at the end of the hall". Well about 5 seconds later he comes back doesen't really say anything and we Jam a few more songs.

Well, after the few songs are finished we go outside for a smoke when he says to me, "Oh dude do you have a phone anywhere else?" When I ask him why he didn't just use my brothers he tells me nonchalantly, "Oh one of your brothers friends was in his room she was on the bed facing the wall and I didn't want to bug her".

My brother wasn't home and there was no one else in the house.


I have a few more from what I have seen/heard and my friends and siblings have seen heard in my house.

[Mr Ontario]

were you not facking a bucket of bones anyways....or was it a bucker of water :)

[Born2Juice4Ever]

So I figure my ex is so ****ed up and weird because of this and doesnt even know it!


Ok but to JUST to paint a different picture here:

WHO was more ****ed up?
You for dating her? Or her for being herself? :fback


:sup

[waderow]

this one time a couple weeks ago I woke up to the bed shaking.

I thought it was an earth quake but then realized it was just the bed.

A GHOST!!!


I was totally freaked out until I realized that it was just my GF playing with herself a bit in the middle of the night. Apparantly I wouldnt wake up.

[daande]

Ok but to JUST to paint a different picture here:

WHO was more ****ed up?
You for dating her? Or her for being herself? :fback


:sup

HAHAHA

[LIVEHARD]

Boooo !!!:shock

[hommes]

the shaky bed story is top shelf bro.

[L3]

ok so this happened to me when i was 6 or 7, no bs, its ****ing burned into my memory, the scariest day of my life....

my grandparents shared a big old house with my grandma's sister. it was split up into 2 huge apartments on the 1st and 2nd story of a 2 story house, with another 2 sub basements, and 3rd floor attic. my grandparents lived in the entire 2nd floor, and they had their own entrance on the west side of the house. the sister and her husband lived on the first floor, and had their own entrance on the east side of the house.

i've only been in the basement 1ce, and let me tell you it was the scariest shit i can ever remember. this house was built a loooong time ago in europe, and my family later sold it to some insurance company. but this story isnt about the dungeon like basements, its about the ****ing thing that lived in the attic....

so one day my grandma was taking me for a walk in the park, and my grandpa was taking a nap upstairs. my grandma and i had walked out of the courtyard and reached the street, when i realized i forgot something. so i ran back, and started buzzing my grandpa from our entrance, because my grandma had the key to the door. the kitchen was right above the entrance, and had a window, so you can peek downstairs and see who you are letting in. on the floor above it was another window, to the attic.

1 buzzed once, nothing... i buzzed again... nothing, i buzzed a third time... again nothing... then buzzed again.... I kept looking up the entire time, waiting for my grandpa to peek his head out the window so i could tell him what i forgot to bring

but my grandpa didnt peak his head out the window.

from the window above our kitchen, something, bald like my grandpa, poked its head out the window. except it had ****ING WHITE HORNS sticking out of its head. they weren't pointed out, they were pointed DOWN AT THE ****ING GROUND, AND ME

it was just staring at me, with its head sticking out of the window

i started screaming and running to get my grandma

she didnt believe me, we walked back together and she unlocked the door, we went up the staircase to the apartment, and my grandpa was in the living room napping. he hadn't heard the buzzer at all.

no one believed me, but i know what i saw.

[daande]

ok so this happened to me when i was 6 or 7, no bs, its ****ing burned into my memory, the scariest day of my life....

my grandparents shared a big old house with my grandma's sister. it was split up into 2 huge apartments on the 1st and 2nd story of a 2 story house, with another 2 sub basements, and 3rd floor attic. my grandparents lived in the entire 2nd floor, and they had their own entrance on the west side of the house. the sister and her husband lived on the first floor, and had their own entrance on the east side of the house.

i've only been in the basement 1ce, and let me tell you it was the scariest shit i can ever remember. this house was built a loooong time ago in europe, and my family later sold it to some insurance company. but this story isnt about the dungeon like basements, its about the ****ing thing that lived in the attic....

so one day my grandma was taking me for a walk in the park, and my grandpa was taking a nap upstairs. my grandma and i had walked out of the courtyard and reached the street, when i realized i forgot something. so i ran back, and started buzzing my grandpa from our entrance, because my grandma had the key to the door. the kitchen was right above the entrance, and had a window, so you can peek downstairs and see who you are letting in. on the floor above it was another window, to the attic.

1 buzzed once, nothing... i buzzed again... nothing, i buzzed a third time... again nothing... then buzzed again.... I kept looking up the entire time, waiting for my grandpa to peek his head out the window so i could tell him what i forgot to bring

but my grandpa didnt peak his head out the window.

from the window above our kitchen, something, bald like my grandpa, poked its head out the window. except it had ****ING WHITE HORNS sticking out of its head. they weren't pointed out, they were pointed DOWN AT THE ****ING GROUND, AND ME

it was just staring at me, with its head sticking out of the window

i started screaming and running to get my grandma

she didnt believe me, we walked back together and she unlocked the door, we went up the staircase to the apartment, and my grandpa was in the living room napping. he hadn't heard the buzzer at all.

no one believed me, but i know what i saw.

LOL WTF

[MuSuLPhReAk]

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