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What's the most haunted place you have been to?
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What's the most haunted place you have been to? If you live or have been to Hot Springs, Ar in the<b> downtown </font></b>area then you possibly have done the Haunted Tours. If you have been pass the bathhouses, you may have seen a large building behind the bathhouses then. If you haven't been there to eat or better yet, walk pass there then you should be lucky. Once the Army and Navy hospital and a supposed criminally insane building, now sits as the Hot Springs Rehabilitation center otherwise, called Arkansas Career Training Institute. This school let's those with disabilities, help train students in different areas such as CNA or cooking. But, they also let National Park student stay there also. What the school staff doesn't tell you, is that this school is haunted. The building, has seen many deaths back when it was a hospital. Even after this, the main building and another building next to one of the entrances that houses the female dorms that is now letting a few male students to stay there. Now, I have had a lot of paranormal experience there due to I was a student there. I am going to tell you this, this school hates how students complain about the paranormal experiences that had happened. My first experience, was when I was there in my early years of attending this school I heard a scream outside of my room which scared me. The next day, some of the students that had been there way longer told me that the scream was of Ashley Ross who haunted the building and it was named after her. No one knows, what happened to her but she committed suicide by jumping off the building. I had a few other paranormal experiences that happened which my old room I saw a spirit on my roommate bed when she was gone for the week. Another was hearing the drawers opening and closing, and stuff falling off my dresser. Also, I have felt hands touching my inner thighs and well...on my pussy. There some rooms in the female dorm, that is haunted by a demonic spirit. The main building is a lot worse, especially the basement which was the morgue back as a Army and Navy hospital. There a floor that the students and most staff's aren't allowed to go there. And if you get unlucky by going up there by accident, you can get into major trouble. There is one more floor, that is theorized about. But, some security guards have had paranormal encounters. One has said that while checking one of the floors, he stop in front of a mirror to adjust something and look into the reflection to see a shadow figure behind him. When he turned around, no one was there. If you somehow go past the arts and crafts room, or in the basement when walking in or outside the building you can feel either hot or cold, ice like air hit you. Plus, another thing is the elevators. The elevators are known to shake and break down, the theory is that when it was a hospital a little girl fell into the shaft and was crushed under the elevator. But, some people avoid one elevator which is supposedly haunted by a demon. That is my haunted experience, what is yours? |
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My house - here's what happened. I was the school loser, not so much because I was a geek, but because I was from a poor family and it was a well off school. I used to habitually hide in the library during recess and lunch, because I knew I was safe in there. As a result I pretty much had no relationships with girls at all. Those who tolerated me did so more out of pity than interest in me as a person. My parents were both alcoholics and fought constantly, so I used to hide in my room every night, lest I get mixed up in it and have to explain my bruises away to my teachers by saying that I had fallen out of a tree again trying to save my next door neighbours cat. I was a loner of the highest degree and I often used to cry myself to sleep. I was so alone that not even my parents bothered to show up at home for my 18th birthday. The first night of the end of my life was a Sunday night. I had watched some basketball on TV, then a movie and had gone to sleep. Some time after midnight I was sound asleep when I could feel myself getting harder, that was odd because I wasn't having a sex dream, in fact I wasn't dreaming at all. As it was summer and we couldn't afford an air-conditioner I was sleeping on my bed with all my blankets and sheets pulled back, and wearing only a pair of old worn boxers. I opened my eyes slowly; growing accustomed to the darkness and looked down at my dick. Sure enough it was erect and out of my boxers. I watched for a few minutes and saw nothing, yet it seemed like something soft was rubbing itself up and down my shaft. I thought I must have been dreaming until I saw a sparkle of light that looked like eyes. "What the hell!!" I exclaimed aloud, but not loud enough to wake my parents. As soon as I had said that the feeling stopped altogether and did not return that night. The next day was another painful day at school, one among many such similar days. I returned home as depressed as usual, skipped mom's horrid macaroni and cheese dinner and went to watch TV in my room on my old black and white set. I fell asleep with the TV on. Then soon after midnight I felt my dick get hard once again. It was exactly the same as last night. No dreams, no one there and my TV was turned off. Mom and dad never came into my room so this was beginning to freak me out. This time instead of feeling something soft on my dick I found something wet and it was moving around the head of my dick. I'd never been given oral sex, but I knew what it was and this sure seemed like it. So I lay back and watched my dick dance around of its own accord, it was a most eerie sight. I never saw who was doing it but it felt damn good. I had jerked myself off numerable times before so I knew I was about to cum. And I did, shooting a wad of cum all over my stomach, even though it felt like the wet object was still working on my dick. Then it stopped and I was left to clean myself up with some tissues. The next day was Tuesday, the third day of bliss. Or should I say third night of bliss, because the day at school sucked puss, as I was bashed by some school bullies and sent home early. Again I was asleep by midnight, and once again I was woke up to find my dick hard. This time something was different. There seemed to be a weight on my hips and my dick seemed to be coated in a tacky liquid, and was surrounded by moist warmth. Then the movement started. I couldn't believe it I was being fucked. And more than likely being fucked by a ghost. I felt some hands on my chest and decided to take a chance and reached out to touch them. I found that I could. I was sort of like touching the mist, not solid, but not air either. She was soft like I imagined a cloud to be. Knowing that it was a woman I decided to take an even bigger gamble and reached out for where her breasts should have been. And I found them. They were small and supple; I fondled them for a while until her wild gyrations on my dick caused me come violently. Again the cum landed on my stomach. I could not believe it, I just had my cherry popped by a ghost. I must be crazy I thought. I fell asleep soon after my climax, but I do remember her tender kiss as I drifted off to never-never land. I didn't go to school the next day, couldn't be bothered it was a waste of time. Both my parents were away for the day and wouldn't be back till tomorrow. So I lounged around, drank some beer and slept and slept. Then as with al the other days I woke around midnight to feel my woman sucking my dick again, this time I could feel something over me, so I reached up and felt around. It was her pussy. So I reached out for her hips and found them. I pulled her down to me and began to eat out my first woman, who just happened to be a ghost. I could feel her moistness and the tickle of her pubic hair on my bare chin. I eagerly lapped at her invisible pussy. It must have been doing something as I heard her moaning loudly. It was a good thing that mom and dad weren't home; they would have heard that for sure. Eventually I brought her to a climax and she came all over my face, then she brought me to mine and I came all over my stomach, yet again. I needed to get clean, so I decided to have a bath. Consequently, I was sitting there naked, spent after my last sexual encounter with the ghost, in the bath full of boiling hot water. I wanted to see her, to know who it was that I was making love to. So I called out "Show yourself. If you love me show yourself." I said. I didn't expect an answer and was shocked when I saw the apparition reveal herself. She was naked and beautiful, and looked to be a little older than me, making her around 20. Then she spoke in a wispy ethereal voice, "Dave, Dave. Come to me. Be with me and we will make love forever. Dave come." She finished by pointing to dad's cutthroat razor. I picked it up and stared at it for a long while, then I looked at her, the only person who really loved me was a ghost, and if I needed to be dead to be with her then so be it. So I drew the razor across both wrists, opening up the major artery. Blood flowed in a river from my exposed wrists that I had placed under the hot water of the bath. Then I asked her as my life started to ebb away, "Who are you? What is your name? And how did you know my name." The pain, the anguish was subsiding, I was feeling blissful when she eventually answered me. "My name is Sophie." She paused for a moment, then continued, "And I am your older sister." I started screaming hysterically, but the damage had been done and I soon slipped into oblivion forever. What awaited me on the other side I did not know.
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Obviously, that was fictional, because I'm not actually dead. I did experience a few things when I was younger. One night in the early hours of the morning at my house, I heard a scream and a clattering. I knew everybody was in bed, so I turned my light on and went downstairs to the kitchen to find items thrown all over the kitchen. Another night I woke up to see a figure standing on my bed. And on another night I had awoken from a bad dream to find myself floating above my bed. I was quickly released by whatever was holding me and fell flat on my face onto the mattress. As an adult, when I worked in a supermarket cash office, the safe was open and large bag of coins flew out of the safe and accross the room. A student staff member had died behind the delicatessen a couple of years earlier, aged just 20, and it was believed that it was her.
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It's kind of ironic...when i felt what it was doing i told it to stop or else and it did...never felt do anything to me afterwards till i graduated
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What happened after you graduated? x
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Interesting stories .... Mine aren't as suspenseful But then again, I am not so succeptible to these phenomena Cheers - p
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