Here’s my story:
>be black and have family down in Alabama
>they farm and own a huge amount of land down in Huntsville
>uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in the woods for hunting or camping
>down south cousins suggest that we go out there to camp
>know I’m a city kid from Chicago so they tease the fuck out of me
>collect food, kill a pig and some chickens, and bring necessities to camp out for a few days
>we get to the camp and it’s obvious something is weird
>air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm, like ozone
>we think nothing of it and unpack and go down to a little creek to swim for a few hours
>All of a sudden some older white guy and a white teenager come out of the bushes
>he has a shotgun in the crook of his arm and says hello and ask us what we’re doing this far back in the woods
>tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and say we’re camping out
>he tells us we need to be real careful out here and stick together there was a big animal in the woods
>His son, who is my age asks if he can stay and hang out with us
>he says OK
I’m going to stop greentexting because the story is fairly long and the format is harder to write in.
I don’t have enough space here to tell the complete story behind this, so I will briefly go over it. Back in the early 1980’s, while out metal detecting, I came across and old abandoned cemetery with the foundation of a homesite or Church or something nearby. While searching around the foundation, my detector indicated there was something in the ground close by the southwest corner of the foundation. After digging down about 2 feet my shovel struck a wooden box that had nearly rotted out. The metal hinges and hasp were about all that was left of it. I thought I had discovered a fortune! Boy, did that ever turn out to be wrong!! There were 2 jars and an old journal in the box. The jars had some strange writing and symbols on them. While getting the jars out of the ground, I dropped one and it broke. A black mist or something seeped out of it. I should have known something was wrong right then and covered the find back up but being young and foolish I didn’t. I left the broken jar with what looked like a candle in it there where it fell and took the other one (see the pictures) and the old journal home. What I was able to read in the journal before the pages crumbled made the hair on the back of my neck stand up! That night, I had my first visit from what I can only describe as “The Black Thing”. While lying in bed, this “thing” fell on me and it felt like I was being pushed down thru the bed and the floor, into a pit if you will! I struggled with it and managed to somehow escape its clutches. Since that time, I have been attacked twice more and both times the unopened jar was in the close vicinity. I and others have caught fleeting glimpses of a black shadowy thing out of the corners of our eyes as it would pass from one room to another. I finally talked to someone who is versed in these things and was told that the only way to rid myself of this thing was to pass the unopened jar on to someone else. Therefore, I am offering to you, if you dare, the “Ghost in the Jar”. With it I am sure you will be getting the “Black Thing” also. If you are brave enough to want this, bid to your hearts desire! I am going to start the bidding at 99.00 and put a rather high reserve on it so only those with a real desire and want to will be able to purchase it! What you will recieve for your money is the jar pictured along with some of the original black and white photos depicted here and others. You will also recieve a complete written version of everything from the original finding of the jars and to the best of my recollection what was contained in the old journal. I will also tell you what I was able to find out about this from the person who told me to pass it on. Be advised that once you buy this it is yours and I will have nothing ever again to do with it! ALL SALES ARE FINAL! You must contact me within 24 hours of the close of the sale to make payment arrangements and to arrange for delivery which the buyer is liable for. This can NOT be shipped thru the Post Office. Either UPS or pay me to deliver it! Payment must be made within 7 days of the close of the auction. P.S. As to the photos running with this, please note the one with the what looks like figures in them at the cemetery. I discovered this after turning them in to be processed. I WAS ALONE AT THE CEMETERY THAT DAY! This too will be gone over in the written “Diary” which comes with the purchase. Remember, DON’T bid unless you are seriously wanting to own this as I WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS ONCE THE TRANSACTION IS COMPLETE!
PLEASE READ THE ENTIRE LISTING BEFORE PLACING BID. If murder-suicide in graphic detail offends you, then please go to one of our other listings. THIS STORY IS ALMOST TOO FANTASTIC TO BELIEVE. IT IS TRUE! Please allow sufficient time for pictures to load. Extremely repulsive and strange oil on canvas, entitled “Stricken Life,” with a macabre poem on the reverse, done by a man who killed his wife and then commited suicide.
On the hot morning of August 4, 1892, Lizzie Borden murdered her stepmother with an axe, in the Borden’s family house at NO. 92 Second Street, Fall River, Massachusetts. Abby Borden’s body was found between the bed and bureau, in the guest room. Ninety minutes later, she killed her father, Andrew Borden, in the same way. He was found laying with his head on the sofa arm, next to the door, in the downstairs sitting room.
While there is little doubt that Lizzie committed the crime, she was acquitted at trial due to a lack of evidence. Although ostracized by the community, Lizzie lived in the house until she died on June 1, 1927.
After her death, the house remained a private residence for several decades before being converted into a bed and breakfast. Guests are allowed to view the murder scene and can sleep in Lizzie and her sister Emma’s bedrooms, Abby & Andrew’s Bedrooms or the guest Room where Abby was killed. Martha McGinn, owner and operator, has lived in the house since her teens. She calls the house “active” instead of haunted, and believes that the spirits of the murder victims may inhabit the house.
Cold spots are felt in many of the rooms. People who work in the house say they have heard many strange sounds, including voices, a woman crying and unexplained footsteps. Some have seen indentations - like that of a body lying down - appear and disappear on the beds. Objects are mysteriously moved out of place, lights go on and off, and doors and cabinets have opened on their own.
Guests have reported seeing an “older Victorian woman” dusting and making the beds in the guest room as Abby was doing at the time of her death. Still others have reported being awakened in the night to see this same woman pulling the covers of the bed over them as though she is tucking them in. A couple from Connecticut took a photograph in the sitting room that didn’t turn out properly. The photo was almost entirely black except for the apparition of an elderly man who looked very much like Andrew Borden.
This is John aka wolvesbynight. I will be your seller for today and bearer of a most bizarre, yet true story. Please bear with me, as this is 100% true. It’s not made up like most of the other stories told by other seller just to sell items.
I’ve this very odd and unique doll for sale. I have to get rid of it…have to. You see it’s haunted. It’s not just haunted, it’s possessed by two entities; one good, one bad. I need to tell you the whole background to inform and warn you, the buyer, and also to get it off my chest. You paranormal experts out there might find this most interesting. I’m no expert or intermediate expert so I’ll tell just the facts and you be the judge. I’ll answer any question you have to the best of my ability. The doll is all boxed up to be exorcised err I mean sold to the next owner to deal with.
About the doll. You can make up your own mind about the story behind the doll but, rest assured, the actual doll itself is guaranteed. It’s a composition doll in great condition, no chips or gashes. The best we can tell, it’s about 75-100 years old. It’s difficult to be more accurate since there are no markings on it but, dolls like this were made back then and are difficult to find in this great condition today. Everything you see on it (clothes, air, painted on shoes, etc) are what it originally came with. So if you didn’t come here for the story, you can still trust the item you’re getting. Consider the story a bonus. Reserve is $150. Here’s the pictures.
deepspaceradiosilence asked: Could you explain the psychic homeless man story? I know one of the people he encountered must have engaged in cannibalism (sine he said human) but I feel like I'm missing the point of the story
…well…actually, if you understand that part then you didn’t miss the point of the story.