This photo from Reddit.com may not be paranormal, but it’s definitely creepy. According to the OP, the thing in the background appeared in a photo taken at the Fort Worth Museum in Fort Worth, TX. He doesn’t remember anyone wearing a poncho or shawl and claims no adults were in the play area. Check out the discussion here. What do you think of the image?
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I’ve always been interested in true ghost stories, and back in the pre-Internet days of yore I interviewed family and friends and wrote their experiences down in a notebook. I recently found my notes and shared a few tales from my younger brothers and a childhood friend. Here’s the third, and final, installment of the notebook stories. What do you think of them?
Here’s another eerie pic from the infamous Myrtles Plantation in St. Francisville, LA. A reader writes:
“In November 2012, I visited the Myrtles Plantation in St. Francisville and snapped a picture of a mirror next to a staircase in the house.
If you look closely, there’s a series of smudges in the mirror that very closely resemble a woman’s face. The smudges were present on the mirror when I took the picture, but when I looked back at the picture later the next day, the face became very apparent to me. Now I can’t unsee it.
What’s your opinion? This was taken with my iPhone, with no outside light and no editing.”
The antique mirror has quite the reputation. Legend has it a slave named Chloe poisoned her master’s wife and daughters and that the murdered family now appears in the mirror’s glass. Some say the tortured souls also leave hand prints that no amount of cleaning can remove.
Do you see a face in the photo posted above? The face (or smudges/warps) in the glass also appear in this picture.
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I’ve always been interested in true ghost stories, and back in the pre-Internet days of yore I interviewed family and friends and wrote their experiences down in a notebook. Yesterday, I found the notebook! In my first post, I shared a few stories from my younger brothers. Here’s a collection of tales from my quirky friend D. who never has a shortage of ghost tales. In fact, the Darth Vader tale comes from her. Love you, D!
