Creepy Doings

[Gemini Cricket]

Have any creepy stories to share? Something that happened to you that can't be explained? Ghost encounters?

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I have one.

There is a ceramics studio near my workplace. About 10 years ago, my friend Mimi used to make/paint dolls there. The owner confided in her and told her that her daughter was one of the people killed by the Night Stalker.
Everytime I pass the place, I get kind creeped out.
:eek:

[Betty]

I used to live (and my parents still do) about a block away from the night stalkers last victims house. We were actually on vacation in Canada at the time and read about it in the newspaper. Imagine our suprise when we saw where it had happened!

[BarTopDancer]

The Night Stalker (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Ramirez)was so freeking creepy. We used to scare ourselves (not silly) during slumber parties. We got so scared we pulled our sleeping bags out into the hall. Her parents never knew why they would wake up and we'd be all over the hall.

[Kevy Baby]

Must stories be limited to our close encounters with serial killers?

I can tell stories about how we lived near Spahn Ranch (the home of the Manson family) in the late 60's (when the Tate and LaBianca murders were committed). No one was allowed to walk or ride their bikes ANYWHERE - everyone was delivered in a car and stayed in groups. Charlie's "girls" used to walk down the railroad tracks (that ran right behind our house) to the Hughes Market at Devonshire and Canoga (in Chatsworth - now a Ralph's I believe) to forage food out of the dumpster.

[innerSpaceman]

Ok, this one isn't serial killers.


It's GHOSTS!


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I used to live in a Hollywood Apartment complex that was converted from Rudolph Valentino's Guest Villas. (Calling Snowflake, Calling Snowflake, please confirm).

Anyway, my apartment was haunted. Most times not unpleasantly so. Voices in the closets. Footsteps on the staircases when no one else was home.

Ok, the rampant poltergiest activity was bothersome. Cabinet doors opening, and well ... things flying off shelves while you watch in amazement more than horror.


But one thing really got to me ... and I didn't like living there after that.




I got out of the shower one morning to find the small bathroom mirror fogged up as usual. But as I stared into it, the letters "E" "V" "A" were drawn in the mirror by an invisible finger.




Valentino's mistress was named 'Eva.'





side note: The movie Ghost Story featured a ghost named "Eva" who, at one point, drew her name on a fogged mirror. Freaked me the Fu<k Out!

[Gemini Cricket]

I have another one that I still can not explain.

One year for Christmas, Ralphie's father gave us one of those singing fish as a gift. You know the one I mean, it's mounted on a plaque and you hang it on your wall and it sings when its sensor detects movement.

The fish, called "Big Mouth Bass" or something like that, sang "Splish Splash I Was Taking a Bath" over and over again.

After playing with it for a couple of minutes, we decided that we were going to put it in storage in our closet. Forever.

So, I took out the batteries (learning my lesson when my Star Wars Millenium Falcon corroded when I left batteries in it for several years...) and Ralphie and I called it a night and went to bed.

At about 3 in the morning (I don't remember the exact time) we woke up suddenly to a muffled but loud enough "Splish splash I was taking a bath, long about about a Saturday night..."

I got up, opened the closet and the flopping fish stopped moving. I picked it up and there were no batteries in it! We both heard it. I could see if it was a dream or something, but both of us?

It never sang again that night or the next but we threw it away just in case.

:D

[BarTopDancer]

Late one night a bunch of me and a bunch of friends were out at the bluffs that look over the Wedge in NB. Night was crystal clear. Out of nowhere comes this thing with symmetrical lights, hovering in the sky over the water. It stayed there for what seemed like 5 minutes (we were all staring at it) and then it went up and backwards and was gone.


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E and I were at the beach one winter night, sittin on a bench looking at the water by 17th street chatting and all of a sudden we hear this HUGE roar. We look over the water. Nothing. Then out of nowhere comes a C130, no lights at all, no nothing, extremely low. It goes right over our heads and it was so low we thought it would hit the buildings across the street (it barely made it over them). No idea where it came from or where it was going.

[Prudence]

There was something in the old apartment I lived in south of where I live now. I never saw anything directly, although BT did. Some of it appeared to be just recorded energy - specifically someone walking through the kitchen/dining area, as if there had been a path there before the apartments were built and someone had walked that path regularly enough to leave an imprint. That was fairly neutral.

However, there was also something decidedly not neutral. BT described it as being sort of like a large, malevolent cat of some sort - not really a cat, just cat-shaped. Boris was the one who saw it the most. He would stare down the hallway at nothing I could see and position himself between me and whatever he was seeing and just growl and growl.

The nicest creepy place is the cemetery where my paternal grandparents are buried. A lot of my family is buried in that small cemetery, and it's definitely got a presence of sorts. Not bad, just...different.

[Snowflake]

Ok, this one isn't serial killers.

I used to live in a Hollywood Apartment complex that was converted from Rudolph Valentino's Guest Villas. (Calling Snowflake, Calling Snowflake, please confirm).

Address please? You're not thining where the Garden of Allah used to be?

Valentino owned 2 houses, one in Whitley Heights (torn down make way for the freeway, you can still see part of the foundation from said Hwy Freweway) and the second Falcon Lair off Cielo (and the Stables of Falcon Lair were converted to a house on Cielo, down below Falcon Lair proper).

He also lived in a bungalow on Sunset Blvd. that until last year still stood and was a camera shop and later a beauty salon (6612 Sunset across from the Church of the Blessed Sacrament).

He also was reported to live in the old Formosa Apartments.

The former owner of Falcon Lair told me Valentino or someone haunted the music room (library in RV's time).

Eva? Who the heck is Eva? Never heard of her!

[LSPoorEeyorick]

I dreamed last night my mother was attacked and blood was pouring out of her.

This morning I found out it was pouring out of her, but not because anything was attacking her (except her autoimmune disease.)

This is not the first time I've had awareness of something that was happening (or was to happen.)

[Gemini Cricket]

I once had an awesome, erotic dream about someone and then that someone woke me up from that dream by calling me on the phone.
I blushed through the whole phone call.
:blush:

[Strangler Lewis]

I've had the pleasure of being in the same room with Richard Ramirez back when San Quentin used to allow death row inmates as a group to have family and/or legal visits in a lunch room like setting. His journalist/wife would come to see him. It was a little trippy.

I don't have too many psychic moments. However, one Sunday morning about ten years ago, I brought in the paper that was, as usual, wrapped in coupons and crap. As soon as I touched it, I had a horrible feeling of dread. I unrolled it to the front page, and the headline read "Diana Dead!"

[Gemini Cricket]

One idea I had for a spooky swanking was to spend a night at the Hotel Roosevelt in Hollywood. Apparently, there are ghosts of Marilyn Monroe and Montgomery Clift there. How cool would that be?

Here's (http://www.hauntedhouses.com/states/ca/roosevelt_hotel.cfm) a creepy site about it.

[innerSpaceman]

Address please?
I don't know the exact address, but the (modern) entrance is on Highland, north of Milner (which is the street north of Franklin). It's very close to the Hollywood Freeway.

Eva? Who the heck is Eva? Never heard of her!
OMG, you mean these were just old wives tales told at these old apartments? The whole thing about Valentino's guest Villas and mistress Eva pure myth or worse???


Then I have to wonder who the ghost named EVA really was! Which, for some reasons, freaks me out completely!!!

:eek:

[Gemini Cricket]

Eva, pshaw.
It's Zsa Zsa that you have to worry about...
:D

[innerSpaceman]

One idea I had for a spooky swanking was to spend a night at the Hotel Roosevelt in Hollywood.
We already had that swanking.


:confused: Where the hell is Lashbear lately, anyways????













ETA: That site is cool, btw

[Gemini Cricket]

We already had that swanking.

We did?! Did we stay there? Did we stay in room 928?

[Snowflake]

I don't know the exact address, but the (modern) entrance is on Highland, north of Milner (which is the street north of Franklin). It's very close to the Hollywood Freeway.


OMG, you mean these were just old wives tales told at these old apartments? The whole thing about Valentino's guest Villas and mistress Eva pure myth or worse???


Then I have to wonder who the ghost named EVA really was! Which, for some reasons, freaks me out completely!!!

:eek:

I'm not good at geography, Valentino could well have shared an apartment in the area of Whitley/Franklin, etc. He also lived for a time (and I do not know the address) with his friend cameraman Paul Ivano. But I thought that was at the Formosa Apartments (and I do not remember where they were)

I'm not surprised if they were old wives tales. They still go on, there is a new club opening on Hollywood Blvd. that claims to have been a former speakeasy in the 1920s and they're touting Valentino was part owner. He wasn't. He was not a good businessman by any stretch and did not invest in real estate (not like Mary Pickford, the oft quoted "Doug [Fairbanks] paid the bills, Mary bought the corner lots") Aside which, being from the lower portion of the boot in Italy, he would have known better than to get involved with anything Mafia. I'm sure, however, that he did have a bootlegger, everyone did. I digress, old wives tales abound in hauntings (like everyone you can name haunts the Roosevelt Hotel).

Eva, who knows?

[JWBear]

Several years ago, I was visiting a friend who lived in another state. I got up in the middle of the night to use the restroom. I was washing my hands. In the mirror I saw a large shapeless shadow move across the wall behind me. It had sharp, distinct edges; and I could see the wallpaper pattern through it.

I was fully awake (I hadn’t been sleeping well). It wasn’t a waking dream. The bathroom was an interior room – no windows – and the door was closed. The room was very bright; the whole ceiling in the sink area was illuminated by florescent tubes behind frosted plastic panels, so it couldn’t have been my shadow.

The next morning, I told my hosts what I’d seen. They admitted that the house was haunted, and that they had seen the same apparition in other rooms.

[Snowflake]

We already had that swanking.


:confused: Where the hell is Lashbear lately, anyways????



I was asking myself that same question the other day!

[katiesue]

When we were kids our Campfire Girls cabin where we had meetings was next to the old cemetary. We'd have sleepovers there but I'm not sure anyone ever really slept. We were all a little nervous.

Also my Great-Grandmother has the same name as I did - and was burried there - so it was kinda cool to already have my own gravestone.

[innerSpaceman]

The swanking at the Roosevelt featured only the public areas of the hotel. In attendance were Lashbear, Lashstoat, Cherny, Not Afraid, €uroMeinke, and yours truly.

Sorry if you missed it. Not Afraid was mistaken for a starlette.



I've stayed overnight at the Roosevelt on several occasions, and have never experienced anything spectral or haunted. As far as I know, though, I did not sleep in room 928 (Mrs. Torrance).

[Gemini Cricket]

I want to stay in room 928.

[innerSpaceman]

Make a reservation.







Montgomerly Clift was a strikingly handsome gay man.









When he was alive.




(Now? Not so much.)

[Gemini Cricket]

Yeah, he looked kinda funky after his car accident...

[Snowflake]

I've stayed at the Roosevelt. Crappy room and horrible elevator. This was in the 1990's before new management and refurb. I've always wanted to stay in one of the cabanas, but refuse to shell out the dough.

I had lunch with Fay Wray there, she was deaf as a post, but really quite fun. Good stories, no screams, though.

[GusGus]

So I had a cat named Tiger for 17 years. My mother had found him (and the rest of the litter) abandoned right after he was born, so I hand raised him. About a month after he died, Kevy and I found another abandoned cat and brought him home. (Rufio, our little lost boy) For several weeks he would stand in front of our mirrored closet (where Tiger like to sleep) and cry when the lights went out every night. The only thing that would stop him was when I said "say goodnight to Tiger and come to bed." And then he would stop - and come to bed.

[RStar]

Late one night a bunch of me .Now THAT'S scary! A bunch of you? *shivers* ;)

Yeah, he looked kinda funky after his car accident...Oh, and the smell......

:D

[cirquelover]

When I was a teenager a bunch of my friends wanted to spend the night in a house that was haunted. We drove 20 miles to their friends house for our big adventure. It was certainly haunte by something. There were lots of cold spots throughout the house. My friend Mike said someone pushed him in the hall, I just laughed at him. Later on no one was laughing. We thought it would be cool to tell ghost stories in the living room with candles but we couldn't keep the candles lit. Oh well, we just kept it up, we were foolish teens!
As the stories progressed and the night grew later, strange things started happening. In the kitchen cupboard doors would open and close. The radio came on a few times, but would only say a word or two before turning off. The lights started flickering and would glow really bright for a second, it was cool but strange.

I was geting a little nervous so I stepped out for a smoke. The next thing I know, I hear screams coming from the house. So I head to the door but I can't get it open. My friends are on the other side screaming at me to open the door, but it won't budge! I tell Mike to kick the door and just as I said that the door came flying open at me. I've never seen my friends move so fast!!

The kid that lived there just laughed at us! We were all so shook up we went down to the park to smoke a J, probably not the brightest idea but hey we were young! At the park I asked what happened it there and they said they felt something come bursting through the room and it brushed everyone and everything it passed, they freaked. Just then a huge breeze kicks up and starts blowing, everyone ran to the car in a panic!

I guess the crazier part is that twenty years later Gary takes me through the same town and I remark about the haunted house to him. He laughs and says "Yeah, everyone knows that place is haunted!"