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!

[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!

[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]

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]

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!

[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.)