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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07/21/16

Reader Submission: The Man in the Rain

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“Here’s a story for you. I’m not sure if it was a ghost, but it was weird enough for me to wonder.

I’m in the car quite a bit as I travel for work, and my territory covers three states. Not long ago, I was about half an hour into a two-hour drive on Highway 64 West, just past Apex, NC. It was about nine in the morning, and it was POURING. The wind was roaring, and every now and then thunder rumbled in the distance. This stretch of highway had no exit ramps, no crossroads, and no houses, just fields and trees.

As I was driving, I noticed a man standing on the shoulder of the highway. I was at least a mile away, but because of the hills I could see pretty far. At first I thought he was a construction worker, but there were no other people were around, no equipment, no road work signs, nothing. The man never moved. He just stood there in the pouring rain.

As I got closer, I saw he was wearing old-fashioned overalls and one of those old white construction hats that kind of look like a bucket. He was completely soaked and was facing west, looking up the road away from me. Though it poured, the man just stood on the shoulder of the road. He didn’t move once. Cars in front of me switched over to the left lane as they passed him, so I know other drivers noticed him. Not once did the man turn his head to look at the cars or lift an arm to shield his face from the rain. He just stood there, arms hanging at his sides.

I watched the man as long as I could, continuing to check my rear view mirror until I could no longer see him. It was the strangest thing. I have never heard of any part of that highway that might be haunted. I did a quick Google search when I got home that evening, but no luck. Odd.”

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See also: “The Woman in the Rain