We’re sitting around a campfire, and naturally, the ghost stories begin. What’s yours?

We’re sitting around a campfire, and naturally, the ghost stories begin. What’s yours?

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  1. There’s a body farm somewhere close by, real close. And that’s what they call it, the Body Farm. People die. Their lifeless bodies are interred into the grisly forest hideaway, each is assigned an anonymous identification number. Some are situated to provide interesting decomposition vectors, while others are used to reconstruct specific circumstances for investigations. At any given time, several dozen bodies of perished persons are scattered around the hillside within automobiles, cement vaults, suitcases, plastic bags, shallow graves, pools of water, or deposited directly upon the earth. Except when clothing is necessary for a particular study, cadavers are disrobed, and frequently certain factors such as fire and chemicals are introduced to measure their effects. Then grad students from the nearby university and professors return periodically to check on their subjects’ progress…. with occasional visits from police officers or FBI agents.

  2. Up in Toiyabe (north of Yosemite), I was backpacking once and found a staircase. I had gotten a bit off track and was mildly lost, as I had had to go around a large snowdrift and was trying to find my way back to the main route. (If you’ve ever been in the eastern sierras after a big snowfall, you’ll know that “main route” is a relative term.) This was before these staircases started to be talked about online, but mine was a little different. It almost looked like a rock formation with trees outlining it. Like a trick of the eyes. Sort of like when you’ve been out there for a few days and you’re absolutely sure you see a bear, and it turns out it’s the way your eyes are perceiving a tree in the foreground shaping a stump in the background. But as I got closer, the shape became more defined, instead of less. I finally reached it, and sure enough, it was definitely a built staircase, not a geologic formation. It was crudely made out of bits of stone and wood, but definitely not natural. It was spiral too, so the top seemed to just disappear, even though I’m sure it didn’t. I didn’t have any sense of foreboding or fear, like people talk about online, but I did have the feeling that I wasn’t supposed to be there. Sort of like hallowed ground or something?

    The most interesting thing is that I didn’t take a picture of it. I’m a photographer and I have my camera with me at all times. But as others have said, there’s sort of a time slip thing that happens? And you don’t realize why, but you never climb the staircase and before you know it you’re back hiking somewhere else. After I summitted, I tried to find my way back, convinced to take a photo, but of course I never could find it. And not just the staircase…I have a picture in my mind of the entire scene and area surrounding the staircase, and I couldn’t get back to anything even remotely like it. Not then, and not since.

  3. It was a dark and stormy night, all the soldiers were gathered around the campfire. The captain says to the lieutenant, “lieutenant, tell us a story!” And this is how it began…

    It was a dark and stormy night, all the soldiers were gathered around the campfire. The captain says to the lieutenant, “lieutenant, tell us a story!” And this is how it began…

    It was a dark and stormy night, all the soldiers were gathered around the campfire. The captain says to the lieutenant, “lieutenant, tell us a story!” And this is how it began…

    It was a dark and stormy night, all the soldiers were gathered around the campfire. The captain says to the lieutenant, “lieutenant, tell us a story!” And this is how it began…

    It was a dark and stormy night, all the soldiers were gathered around the campfire. The captain says to the lieutenant, “lieutenant, tell us a story!” And this is how it began…

  4. Once I was homealone there was a Storm Doors from the bathroom were opening and closing and My cat was Just staring at the door and I saw a random shadows sometimes or sometimes I could hear footsteps and I live in like 50 year old house it was build when my country was still part of ussr and previous Family moved out for some reason as quckly as possible

  5. Mim wasn’t home. She was to return in 5 mins. She had asked me to take the chicken out of the freezer a couole hours ago before leaving. But…. I forgot.

    THE END

  6. my trans gender son william did not want to go fishing with me instead he stayed home and played t f 2 for steam and stayed home i caught lots of rock bass and pike catch and release is fun

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