07/8/17

Reader Submission: Haunted Home

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“In the ’80s, my aunt used to live in a haunted house in Columbia, South Carolina. As far as I know, it was an average home- there was no dark history or murders -but the creepiest stuff always happened. Here’s just some of what my aunt and her family experienced there.

It started off with strange noises. For example, my aunt would hear what sounded like a broom falling in the closet, or shoes shuffling in the bedroom. When she went to investigate, however, the noises stopped and everything was where she’d left it.

Soon after the noises began, weird things started happening around the house. For instance, after a night of heavy snowfall, my uncle went outside and noticed water pouring from the faucet. The handle had been turned as far as it would go, but there were no footprints in the snow. How could someone turn the faucet on without leaving tracks?

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04/29/17

Reader Submission: A Brother’s Visit

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“It was around 6th grade when I was about 11 or 12. My sister and I shared a bedroom, and we had both fallen asleep in the same twin-sized bed. It was around 2:30 a.m. when I randomly woke up and turned to see a shadow at the foot of the bed, facing my way.

It was glowing slightly blue, but very transparent. It was a male who looked anywhere from 19-26 years old. We just stared at each other for a while, eyes completely locked, both of us frozen. I wasn’t scared until I blinked and suddenly he wasn’t there anymore.

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02/26/17

Reader Submission: The Man at the Door

“My father always argued that a near death experience was the result of chemical processes in the brain.

This all happened Wednesday night, 2/15/17. I returned home after my husband had taken me out for a fancy diner the day after Valentine’s Day because it would be less busy. After we got home, he went to bed and I stayed up watching YouTube.

At 11:30 p.m., I heard someone knocking on the front door and it sounded like they might be trying to break in. I started yelling, asking who it was. It was a police officer.

I told him to hold on. I ran up and told my husband to get up and come down…’It’s the police.’

My husband talked to the officer as I hid behind the door. The officer asked for me. I came out from behind. He then said something that knocked the wind out of me. Mom couldn’t reach me by phone. Come to her house. My father’s in the hospital.

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02/5/17

Reader Submission: The Lenham Killing Pole

“Telephones are not the same anymore. No longer do we get crossed lines, mysterious strange noises, nor do we have to ask an operator to be connected to our number of choice. Indeed, we mostly carry our telephones with us, easily available for instant use, and usable in many different ways. Overhead telephone lines are also fast disappearing, as the conversion to underground cables and fiber optic connections continues at a constant pace. The ugly telegraph poles will not be missed though, especially the one near the medieval village of Lenham, locally known as The Killing Pole.

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