Waverly Hill Sanatorium, Louisville, KY.
Dancing Down an Indian Hallway in Darkness
My cousin recently moved here from Secunderabad, India. On a recent road trip exploring America, we were shootin shit and exchanging ghost stories and laughing at similarities and differences between American ghost stories and Indian ghost stories when I asked her if she’s ever experienced anything supernatural. Her eyes widened as she averted her eyes to the window. Just when the silence was about to be too much for me, she softly responded “Yes. A few. One is troubling.”
“When I was a second year in college, I stayed at in an all-girl hostel [dorm]. I made many friends. We were all very happy to be in school away from our conservative parents. The hostel was so much fun, but it was a very very old building. Electricity was only put in the rooms. Sometimes, candles were placed along the windows if a watchman was present, but normally once you left the rooms, you were faced with complete darkness. It’s common to wake up someone if you needed to walk down to the restroom at the end of the hall. We all had a childish fear of being alone in the dark.
One night, I had to use the restroom. It was about 4am. I went to my friend’s bed and tapped her on the arm. She immediately opened her eyes as soon as I touched her. I apologized for bothering her, and told her I needed to pee. She smiled at me and hopped out of bed. All the way down the hallway, she laughed and danced. I could not see her at all, but her bangles clanked together loudly and the bells on her anklets jingled softly. It was very calming. I laughed and sashayed my hips down the hallway with her, too tired to match elaborate arm movements. She said nothing to me, though occasionally I heard her hum one of our favorite Bollywood songs. The same thing happened on our return. I fell back asleep easily.
I awoke fairly late the next morning to the sound of men in our room. They surrounded her bed. I bolted from my bed, prepared to protect my friend, when I realized they were administrators of the college. I peered over closer. My friend’s lifeless eyes were fixated on my bed; the same smile on her face. Suicide. Her time of death was 11:30pm, almost 5 hours before I woke her.”
-Credited to voodoomoocow
Linda Vista Hospital - Boyle Heights, CA
Saturday 19th of May 2012
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Schizotypal personality disorder is a personality disorder characterized by a need for social isolation, anxiety in social situations, odd behavior and thinking, and often unconventional beliefs. People with this disorder feel extreme discomfort with maintaining close relationships with people, and therefore they often don’t. They frequently misinterpret situations as being strange or having unusual meaning for them. Paranormal and superstitious beliefs are not uncommon for these people.
Knock knock.
captain-of-dreams submitted:
I have been living in scary houses all my life, so I’ll just tell some of the things that have happened.
Me and my little sister used to play games in a room we called ‘the other kitchen’. We lived in a farm, and there used to live two families there. In the part where we played games, an elderly couple lived. The children of the couple that lived in ‘our’ part were considered ‘crazy’, and our bedrooms all had locks on the outside of the doors. One of the children commited suicide, and her mother was so confused because of it that she blindly ran on the street and was run over, killing her. Creepy house, it was. Anyway, we were playing chess or something when the dog crawled really close to me, whimpering and trying to put his head underneath my shirt. I calmed him down, and we continued playing, although I thought it was really weird. At one point, my sister looked behind me and screamed. There was a dead rat behind me, and none of us - not even the dog, who was a rat hunter - had seen it.
That was years ago, I was maybe ten. I’ve moved since then, and we now live in a house that lies behind a cemetary. A year or so ago, something else happened. Me and my boyfriend were home alone. My mother and sister were on a holiday, and we took care of the dogs. They were in the living room, as always, and the door was closed. We were sleeping, and suddenly, there was a HUGE stomp on the door, loud enough to wake us op. My bofriend thought I had left and slammed the door. We just cowered in a corner until morning came, but when I went to look, nothing was there. Nothing had fallen over against the door or something. Now, I sometimes hear knocks on the walls and the door, but they’re not very loud and I’ve become used to them.
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