Creepy Doings

[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]

Originally Posted by BarTopDancer

Late one night a bunch of me .

Now THAT'S scary! A bunch of you? *shivers*

Originally Posted by Gemini Cricket

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

Oh, and the smell......

[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!"