10/29/13

Ghost Photo of the Day: Window Watcher

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I don’t know the context of this photo, though the face in the window is disturbing. What do you think of the image? Frightening or fake?

Apparently ghosts like peering in windows. See: “Peeping Tom” and “The Peeper

Got ghosts staring in your window? Send your pics to ghostsghoul@gmail.com!

10/28/13

Reader Submission: House for Rent

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“This story didn’t involve me, but actually happened to my folks and my brother.

We had been transferred to Flagstaff from Prescott (Arizona) on election day 1948. It was a sudden transfer, one in which dad wasn’t even given a chance to consider before he was told he had the job. So, mom, my brother Everett, and I went to Flagstaff to find a house.

After several days of hard looking, all we found was a summer cottage south of town which had one bedroom, a wood stove, and a large sitting room. It also sported an outhouse, a woodshed, and two big wooden barrels for hauling water. We didn’t have any choice, and the rent was in our price range, so we took it.

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10/26/13

Ghost Photo of the Day: Hair Monster

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The photo below appeared on Reddit a few days ago. Here’s the story behind the bizarre pic.

The OP and his wife had just checked into the Inn at Ellis Square in Savannah, GA (Room 423). It was the first night of the couple’s honeymoon, and the groom thought it would be funny to snap a photo of the bed. After all, the newlyweds expected to spend a lot of time there. According to the OP, the lights were on at the time of the photo and there was nothing visible to the naked eye. Other than the hairy pic, the newlyweds didn’t see anything strange during their stay, though a door seemingly opened by itself.

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10/26/13

Reader Submission: The White Buck

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“During hunting season in 1954, my husband and I decided to join my folks in Flagstaff, AZ for a weekend of hunting. We went out in the folks’ big station wagon and decided to hunt in one of my family’s favorite hunting spots called Tin Roof. Why it had that name, I never knew, but the hunting was always good.

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