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.

[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!

[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.

[BarTopDancer]

The Night Stalker 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!

[Snowflake]

Originally Posted by innerSpaceman

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!

[innerSpaceman]

Originally Posted by Snowflake

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.

Originally Posted by Snowflake

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!!!

[Snowflake]

Originally Posted by innerSpaceman

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!!!

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?

[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.