[The_Egg]

Halloween is on the way so post some ghost story's here or just read them.

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MICHIGAN BELL TELEPHONE CO.

This modern building, in downtown Grand Rapids, is said to be haunted by two very unhappy, and distinctly un-modern ghosts. These two spirit have wreaked havoc in this building for decades in a way that is strangely unique.... even for the spirit world.

The ghosts that haunt the building are said to be those of Warren and Virginia Randall, a once blissful couple who made their home in Grand Rapids shortly after the turn-of-the-century. In 1907, they moved from Detroit and settled into the Judd-White House, a once prestigious mansion that had lost it's luster and had become a slightly dilapidated boarding house. This was only temporary, of course, as Warren had a good job as a brakeman on the G.R. and Indiana Railroad.

In 1908, Warren met with a tragic accident and he lost his leg in a railway accident. It was replaced with an artificial, wooden one and this signaled the end of the Randall's previously happy marriage. Warren became strange and paranoid, often accusing his wife of having affairs with more desirable men than he. Their disagreements often became violent and local police became used to going to the Randall's house to break up their latest argument. Later that year, Warren was even arrested while chasing his wife down an alley with a straight razor. Virginia didn't press charges but later that summer, she finally left him.

One summer night in 1910, Warren coaxed Virginia into taking a buggy ride with him. Perhaps he hoped to convince her to come back to him, but no one really knows for sure. We do know that they ended up at the Judd-White House and had one last fight where in Warren took off his wooden leg and beat Virginia with it. He knocked her senseless and then proceeded to seal every opening and crevice in the room with towels. He ripped a gas fixture from the wall and let the lethal fumes fill the room. Finally, he took out the straight razor that he had threatened his wife with once before and slashed his throat with it.

The rooming house had been vacant at the time the couple had been living in it and no one seemed to be aware that they had gone into it that night, or were even missing. Next door to the house, however, was an office building and staff members there started to notice a horrible smell from the building about two weeks later. They eventually called the Board of Health to go and investigate.

Several Board members and an employee of the local gas company broke open the door of the house and were nearly overcome by the odor of gas, mixed with the even more noxious smell of decaying flesh. They traced the smell to the locked bedroom door. One of the men was lifted up to look inside through the transom above the door and was greeted with the sight of the Randall's rotting corpses.
The authorities were immediately summoned and they broke open the door to find two bodies that were so blackened with decay that they were only identified by Warren Randall's wooden leg.

The story of the Randall's murder and suicide became public knowledge and the Judd-White house was never occupied again.... at least not by the living. It was said that the house became haunted and people reported strange lights and sounds from the house. Those who dared to go inside claimed that they heard the sound of Warren's wooden leg thumping in the bedroom where the couple met their deaths. Others claimed to hear the screams and cries of Virginia as she begged her husband for mercy. Many who grew up in the area were told by their parents not to play near the abandoned house..... because it was haunted.

The house remained standing for another 10 years or so, when it was finally torn down and the land purchased by the telephone company. They built their offices here in 1924 and they still remain today.

Many claim that the spirits of the Randalls did not vanish with the removal of the Judd-White house. They say that the ghosts moved into the new building and remain there today, still plaguing the employees of the telephone company.... and the citizens of Grand Rapids. It seems that for many years, residents of the city have been harassed by strange, late night telephone calls.... which have been traced to coming from inside the phone company building itself!

[Time For A Boob Shot]

[scarymoose]

This guy was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark and stormy night. The night was cold and wet and no cars went by.

The storm was so strong, he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him.
Suddenly, he saw a car coming towards him and stopped. The guy, without
thinking about it, got in the car, closed the door, and only then realized
that there was nobody behind the wheel !

The car starts going again, very slowly. The guy looks at the road and sees
a curve coming his way. Scared, he starts to pray and begs for his life.
Just before the car hits the curve, a hand appears through the window and
turns the wheel.

The guy, paralyzed in terror, watched how the hand appeared each time the car approached a curve. Gathering his strength, he gets out of the car and runs all the way to the nearest town.

Wet and in shock, he goes into a cantina, asks for two shots of tequila and
starts telling everybody about the horrible experience he just went through.
A silence enveloped everyone when they realized the guy was crying
hysterically and wasn't drunk.

About a half hour later, two other guys walk into the same cantina and one said to the other, "Mira, Pedro. That's the Pendejo that got in the car
while we were pushing it!"

[The_Egg]

Bachelors Grove Cemetery

here are some stories about the cemetery by Chicago.

Tyler Dartez

Story sent in via email May 25, 2007

My time at Bachelor's Grove

I was distracted by my beautiful girlfriend Natasha and a couple shots of brandy to help keep warm when I visited Bachelor's Grove and I never saw a sign for the place. Until a few years ago, I'd been telling everyone that the haunted place I visited as a teenager was called Rubio Woods. I learned the truth about the name around 2001. Back in December of 1986, when we were all still in high school, my girlfriend (who would later become my wife) convinced me and my two friends Ken and Jon to take what she called a "freaky detour" to our Chicago road trip from where we lived in southern Wisconsin. She grew up in parts of Chicago and knew all the great spots, so we figured, "what the hell, you know". Of course, the three of us guys had never heard of the place, so we didn't even think about being creeped out as we approached. I wasn't even driving, so I had no real idea of how we even got there or where I was. We went in at around four in the afternoon and the sky was really grey that day with what we call 'snow clouds'. I never noticed a chill in the air on account of it was already cold, but the place did seem to be 'not empty'. You could see beer cans and cigarette butts everywhere so I kinda just assumed that this was one of those places teens like us went to 'get away', and I guess I shrugged the 'watched feeling' to other kids in the woods. Truthfully, I didn't give it much thought. The place wasn't making a large impression on me as we looked around. Saw the gate, the vandalism, the Rippet stone, the Newman stone, and the pond and of course the big Fulton stone (I remember thinking about Robert Fulton of steamboat fame). We walked around, took a few pictures, but the winter chill in the air kept us from wanting to stick around too long. As we were almost to the car, I noticed that Jon and Ken hadn't been talking for a while and seemed to be almost hurried. I thought it was my imagination until Jon squealed the tires as we drove out of the parking lot. I asked what was up and he said that the guy in black kinda freaked him out and he just wanted to get out of that "creepy ass place". I was surprised and told him truthfully that I hadn't seen anyone but us there. That's when all three of them looked at me strangely. They had just assumed I'd seen him too, as he was, as Natasha said: "You could see him plain as day." When I said: "Plain as day? I never saw anyone. What did he look like?" not one of them could describe him other than he was wearing black with a large black hat. They said they didn't want to look at his face because just looking at him watching us leave was too creepy. Jon said he saw him at least three times on the trail behind us as we were leaving. The evident fear in Ken and Jon made me take them seriously, as both were big, football-playing athletes (and not prone to frights). The part of this that I find most disturbing is that I'm the only one that didn't see him and I'm the only one that is alive this day. Ken fell asleep at the wheel of his car and died in June of '88. Jon was killed in a firearm accident in my house four months after Ken. My wife Natasha was killed in an auto accident almost a year later. All I know is you'll never get me into Bachelor's Grove again.
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This photograph appeared in both the Chicago Sun-Times and the National Examiner. It was taken during an investigation in Batchelor's Grove Cemetery on August 10, 1991 with a group of GRS members. The picture is an enlarged black and white infrared shot taken of an area where many of the group noticed something unusual with some of the equipment they used. It shows a young woman sitting on a tombstone with parts of her lower and upper body being somewhat semi-transparent. The dress she is wearing is also out-of-date. It was taken by member, Jude Huff-Felz.



Captured using a disposable 35mm camera with no flash on Kodak GT 800 speed film
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Mike Tomasek

Story sent in via email September 9, 2004

during the last summer me and a few of my freinds Jake, Morgan, and amira decided to go to bachelors grove. im not going to lie we were going to go to sit by the lake and drink and of course freak each other out. i was horribly wrong on how i thought this night was going to turn out.

when we got to the trail i lit up a clove cigerertte and everyone was freaking out because it smelled like a church. suddenly as we passed into the grove it suddenly got extremely cold but we thought nothing of it.

we walked around and noticed the unfinished grave with the baby and father markers. i sorta got the feeling that this place wasnt haunted but just extremly saddening. i was really wrong. my freind jake just said we should go to the lake and get out of the actual graveyard to drink because we all didnt want to be disrepectful. on the tree next to be unfinished grave i put out my clove and started to walk down to the lake. when i got down there a little i noticed a shimmering white reflection in the water, and i thought it was just a lightpost from 143rd street. i looked up and there was a woman floating dressed in white with black eyes. of course i screamed and then backed up, i looked to me left to turn to my freinds and a black figure ran
from one tree to the other.

i then backed into jake and morgan and i was freaking out. i told them what happened and jake said his girlfreind rose saw that same white lady. ok whatever i thought lets just read a few more graves and then get out. i lit up another smoke because i thought the ghosts might be afraid of the smell because nothing happened while i was smoking the last one. i also notice that i had 2 smokes left. so we walked around a little bit and stopped at a marker as my freind amira was complaining about how she didnt see anything. as she said that the tree that had fallen over and crushed the fence on the opposite side of the graveyard we were on just started shaking and rattling on the fence. whole trees do not move! this went on until we all left the cemetary scared.

we got half way down the path and jake asked me for my matches that i had. i had dropped my previous smoke when the tree freaked us, so i gave him my matches and we continued walking. i also noticed jakles backpack with all the beer in it was open and all of the beer was gone! we were all a little pissed off but we wernt going back for it. a little down i felt a cold breath on my neck and a growling sound, i slowly turned around and where the entrance of the graveyard was the same black figure walked out of the entrance stopped looked at me and then walked into the woods. i turned and jake saw what i saw and we just ran past amira and morgan screaming.

when we finally got back to the car i pulled out another smoke and i had one left and i asked jake for my matches. he couldnt find my matches and said he probably lost them running. but then he pulled out a black lighter. previously when we decided to go to the graveyard i saw jake pull out all his pockets and him whinning about not having a lighter. he then told me that his dead grandfather told jake when he was dying from lung cancer that he would haunt jake and give him black lighters if he ever took up smoking. weird but a coincidence. when we got back to the parking lot where my car was we all decided to go home when i got into my car i wanted my last smoke so i got my pack out and opened it. there was 4 smokes in there. it was like i didnt even smoke the 3 in bachelors. i then threw the pack out the window and got out of my car screaming. jake pulled up and i told him what happened and he laughed from his car. he then put his hat on whic he took off when he was running and drove away a little. he then slammed on the breaks and got out of his car screaming and then threw his hat which he was now holding over to me. my matches had fallen into his lap when he took off his hat. i
laughed because i thought i was starting to go insane or something. i got my matches, my haunted smokes and drove home.

later on when i told my parents about what happened my dad told me that 20 years ago when he was a kid he saw the same white woman that i did.

that is my story. i know its long but that is the entire thing. and i still get goosebumps from telling it.

sincerly,
mike Tomasek

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Sylvia Swensen

3 years ago I went to Bachelor's Grove 3 days before Halloween with some friends. I use to live there briefly when I was young and had been there before. This time was different though. I wandered on a pathway next to the pond by myself while my friends sat at the pond. I felt 2 very cold hands around my neck and thought for sure I was going to be raped or killed. I was shocked when the hands removed themselves after a couple seconds and there was NO ONE in sight. This is not "all in my head". I was not drinking nor too tired, I can't explain what happened to me at all. I never heard a voice, I never heard walking or running near me, didn't hear any movement. I will never forget that night.
Sylvia Swensen


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Chicago Tribune - Chicago, IL USA
September 6, 1966
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The Star - Tinley Park - Tinley Park, IL USA
September 24, 2000
By Ed Pilolla

Night In Bachelor Grove Brings Ghostly Memories

At first, Larissa Zageris didn't think a ghost was waving at her and neither did her friend.

They thought they were looking at their other friend, who was actually at least 50 feet away in the thick woods, sitting in the graveyard in Midlothian's Bachelor Grove.

It was past 10 p.m. last Saturday, three days after a full moon. Pale light dusted the forest preserve floor and the two girls felt relieved that their pal, a senior boy, was so close by in these particular woods.

The three high schoolers found themselves in the legendary forest preserve last weekend because Zageris, a junior at Bremen High School, was chosen by a TV production company to spend an evening there along with her two pals.

Nationally renowned Bachelors Grove has for years haunted the imaginations of teens and ghost chasers alike with its dark reputation.

At nightfall, some say, ghosts and balls of blue light float among trees. Some say a farmhouse appears in the distance from time to time.

Still, the students accepted the challenge of spending some 12 hours there.

They arrived in the early afternoon.

Outfitted with a camcorder, a walkie-talkie and a dim lantern each, the three high schoolers watched the sun set from the graveyard headstones before the TV crew decided to leave them alone.

"I get scared pretty easily," said Zageris last week, remembering an evening she said she'll never forget. "Originally, we were going to split up just to explore, but then, I wouldn't have any of that."

So Mark Johnson of Midlothian stayed by himself in the graveyard while the girls together inched through the blackness toward the quarry pond next to the fenced in cemetery.

That, they say, is when it started.

Footsteps at first, and then dancing blue lights — the very lights seen and whispered about for decades among visitors to the cemetery.

"They were like two blue orbs floating through the woods," recalled Lisa Skoczen, a senior at Tinley Park High School.

Cold fear began to set in on the girls, so they turned toward Johnson, or what they thought was Johnson.

By the Fulton gravestone, the largest gravestone in the often vandalized and pillaged cemetery, the girls said they eyeballed an unfocused white figure.

That's Mark, they said, in the glow of his lantern. Isn't it?

And yet, the girls thought, it doesn't look like Mark.

They spoke into the walkie talkie for Johnson to wave.

No wave.

They told him again, and the now more feminine figure waved over its head.

But a moment later the figure was gone. The girls hustled up the path looking for Johnson and found him on the other side of the cemetery.

"How did you move so fast?" Skoczen asked.

"I've been here the whole time," Johnson said.

The three teens had seen enough. They saw it, her, whatever it was, and they were outta there.

Zageris led the way at full sprint, pausing briefly up the road to tell the TV crew the gig's up. The night had ended abruptly and early for the three friends.

Last week, Johnson was still shaken by the girls' story. He had never been to Bachelor Grove before last weekend and didn't see or hear anything unusual while he sat in the cemetery. He said he'll go back, but "it'll take a while."

Skoczen plans to return to the grove this weekend with friends to see the "white lady" close up.

(Cook County officials report the cemetery is closed to the public at sunset. Sheriff's police gave the teens permission to be in the cemetery last Saturday night, the teens said.)

But Zageris will never go back. She said she believed in ghosts before last weekend, but she never saw one until Saturday.

"Something is back there," she hissed last week.

And yet, more than anything, all three teens are anxious to see the camcorder footage Skoczen filmed. She never took her finger off the record button and claims to have filmed the white lady and the blue orbs.

That footage, said TV producers in New York, will air on Fox sometime near Halloween.

Ed Pilolla may be reached at (708) 802-8812.
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[AnnonUSA]

It was a dark and stormy night. It was scary.

Long ago she herself stood at the edge of the cliff, now she watched as

BOO!



Did I get you!?

[The_Egg]

I just shat my pants Annon Thanks Alot!

[TheBagman]

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[The_Egg]

More Bachelors Grove Stuff.

YouTube Video

[The_Egg]

lol I remember that show. It was on Nick(i cant spell it)on. good stuff.

[AnnonUSA]

Originally Posted by The_Egg

More Bachelors Grove Stuff.

Is that a naked chick ghost? Wow.