[Capt. Vlad]

:chris: It's coming to be halloween. Tell me any imaginative ghost stories you may have? I would love to see what people can come up with (if any) :devil:

[Another_Russian]

Nothing here...

[joe]

I don't have to imagine - I can relate from experience. I grew up in a house with a tin roof, in the Deep South. In that house, at night, I would sometimes hear low moans (no wind outside) or see glowing ethereal balls of lights in the early morning fog. My hearing and sight are not good, but something like this is something you don't forget. Also, I would get chills and shivers even on hot and humid nights.

It was years later, when I was grown, that I learned my boyhood home was built on an Indian burial ground.

Maybe not a "sea story" but a "land story."

[CaptainPatch]

A very worthy first post! Gave me shivers just imagining the setting. :clap:

[joe]

Thank you! I failed to mention that the neighbor a mile or so down the road had an old hound that liked to bay at the moon.

That, plus the shivers and the cold and the lights . . . . you get the picture.

[Eyepatch]

joe, on Sep 28 2008, 07:48 PM, said:

I failed to mention that the neighbor a mile or so down the road had an old hound that liked to bay at the moon.

Is that like howling at the moon? Otherwise I have no idea what that means...

[CaptainPatch]

Eyepatch, on Sep 29 2008, 12:17 AM, said:

joe, on Sep 28 2008, 07:48 PM, said:

I failed to mention that the neighbor a mile or so down the road had an old hound that liked to bay at the moon.

Is that like howling at the moon?

Exactly. And it's used only of the context of a dog's long-winded bark. (You may have read the phrase, "...tracked by baying hounds.")

[Brownshortsguy]

Ok I know the topic is a bit old but I have a good one. I used to be in the Navy and was stationed on an aircraft carrier. I was the weapons department duty officer and I had the midnight to eight shift in the control room for all the weapons magazines. Pretty much just sit at the desk answer the phone and respond to any emergencies that may come up. Right in front of me on the console was a row of switches which control the speakers that allowed us to maintain contact with the crews in the magazines during times we build bombs. When someone in the magazine pressed a switch the light on the console would light up and you pressed a button to talk. Well it was about 2am and we were docked in Norfolk. It was a Saturday morning and the ship was pretty much empty everyone had gone home for the day. I had been sitting there for about 2 hours reading a book when an flashing light caught my eye. I looked up and saw the light for the magazine on the 6th deck in the aft part of the ship was blinking which meant someone had pushed the button down there. I flipped the switch and said "Hello?" I listened for a minute could hear what sounded like a voice talking very soft and I couldnt make out what they were saying. I said "Hello?" again and again nobody responded. So I sent a runner down there to check it out and he came back about 10 minutes later and said "The magazine is locked theres nobody down there." I turned around and opened the safe which had all the keys to the magazines in there and sure enough the 6th deck magazine key was sitting in there where it had been since it was locked up for the day. Well the rest of the night went uneventful and I was relieved in the morning. I immediately found an officer I knew and told him what had happened. He was stationed on the ship as an enlisted man during the 90s and told me that right after he came on board a chief petty officer was monitering a routine weapons movement in that magazine when an pallet of 1000lb bombs fell on top on him when the ship hit a wave and killed him and people were always reporting tools coming up missing, tie down chains securing the bombs would be loosened, a strange whispering, cold spots in the magazines, and the feeling of being watched down there. Also I talked the guys who worked down there everyday and they would tell me that sometimes when there was nothing to do they would take naps and they always had real bad nightmares down there. After that happened I never went there by myself and the one time I did I made sure I was in and out of there in a hurry.

[CaptainPatch]

Welcome to the brownshortsguy!

This isn't a ghost story, but rather your member name reminded me of a joke:

The brave ship's captain stood upon the forecastle of his swift English vessel, awaiting the arrival of the mighty Spanish Armada. Eagerly, he scanned the horizon, seeking any sign of the enemy. Then from aloft came the cry of the ship's lookout, "Sail ho! She's flying Spanish colors!"

Calmly, the captain turned to the cabin boy. "Lad, go to my cabin and fetch back my dress red cape."

The cabin boy looked puzzled. "But why, captain? 'Tis a fine garment to be wearing during the business of battle."

"Exactly," said the captain. "Should I be wounded, I would wish that none shall see my blood."

Just then, the lookout called again, "Sails ho! From horizon to horizon! It looks to be the whole bloody Spanish Armada!"

In response, the captain reached out and grabbed the cabin boy's shoulder and whispered, "On second thought, fetch my brown trousers!"

[Eyepatch]

A good story indeed, Captain. And I kinda liked the story Brownshortsguy shared too. :pirate:

[Brownshortsguy]

Eyepatch, on Nov 19 2008, 04:41 AM, said:

A good story indeed, Captain. And I kinda liked the story Brownshortsguy shared too. :pirate:

The US Navy has lots of haunted ships. I talked to a guy who was stationed on the USS Cole and right after the bombing down in the engine room he said that you would hear things and pressure gauges would stop working and stuff like that. Creepy.

[perico]

i know, i understand, c`est cool!!!!
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