THE KNOCKING
(Gina)
Back in 1966, my parents lived in an old house on Old Route 66. At the time, my mother was pregnant with me and my uncle was living with them. Every night, usually around the same time, they would hear knocking sounds coming from my uncle's bedroom closet. There were times where you could actually feel whatever was there walk right over your feet and then it would work it's way on to other rooms in the house. There were also times where it would start from his bedroom closet and go straight to the bedroom window. The weird thing was, when it knocked on the window, it was like the sound of someone actually knocking on the window. It would then walk across the floor and you could actually distinguish the difference in sounds of the knocking on the window and the tapping on the floor as it walked through the room. A few people found it hard to believe that this was happening and pretty much thought my family had totally lost their minds or something, so my parents and uncle decided one night to invite the skeptical over to see for themselves that this strange occurrence was really happening. For some strange reason, the knocking sound didn't start at its usual predictable time. Naturally everyone began packing up to go home, thinking it wasn't going to happen....when suddenly, the knocking began. My dad said one guy even got down on the floor and followed it. He knew then that something was definitely happening there...and he wasn't going to stick around to see what it was, so he took off and went home. One night it started, so my Dad being the Christian man he is, decided he wanted to ask it a question, so he waited until the knocking began and said to it "For the love of the Lord, what do you want"?! My father said that when he said this, the knocking stopped dead in it's tracks and began making a scooting sound, like it turned around and looked at him. Needless to say, my father never spoke to this thing again. My folks got so used to this happening on a regular basis, that it didn't bother them anymore and they just accepted it as something that came with the house. Eventually the knocking even began occurring in the day while my mother was home by herself, but a few months later, my folks moved. Not long after they moved the place burned down to the ground. They found out later that there had been a bar there at one time and a man with a peg leg had been killed and thrown down the well behind the house. To this day, people still report strange occurrences happening to them on that property.
POPPY
(Donna)
I don't really remember this happening, my parents told me about it. I was 7 years old when my favorite uncle (I called him Poppy) died. I had gone to bed. A little while later my parents heard me talking when I was supposed to be sleeping. My mom came in to check on me and said I was sitting up in bed talking to someone or something that she couldn't see. This scared her a little and she went and got my dad. They watched and listened for a few minutes and finally asked me who I was talking to. I told them that I was talking to Poppy. They said I was laughing and was the happiest they had seen me since he died. Every since that night, I haven't been sad about his passing away.
HAUNTED TINKER AFB
(Aaron)
I have been stationed at Tinker AFB for almost 10 years. I have heard on several occasions a story about a B-29 in WW-II that had landed, taxied and even went through normal shut down, but when the ground crew boarded the plane the entire crew was dead and appeared to have been dead for quite some time. Basically this is a story variant of a ghost ship. Anyway about 9 years ago when I was a young Airman I got very strange feelings while living in the Dorms on Tinker AFB. I swore that I saw ghosts late at night walking around the common areas of the dorms after I got off of work from the swing shift. What I thought I saw was an Indian chief and a WW-II bomber crew. After several months of seeing these figures almost nightly, I told my friend about them knowing that his father was a Deacon in a church. I figured he would have some insight on it. As it turns out, one night my friend came to visit me and while watching t.v. in the "day room" we noticed someone walk by the door. We both looked at each other in disbelief and went to investigate. There was no one there and we talked about it for hours. A few days later my friend brought his father to the same area to see for himself. Not only did my friend and I and see the same figures we did a few nights earlier, but so did his father. His father confirmed what I had been seeing; the Indian chief and the bomber crew. He told me that he was able to talk to bomber crew and they had said that the airplane they had been flying was built at Tinker AFB and that the crew had developed such a bond here while training, that Tinker had remained their home and now they are satisfied to watch the airmen of today perform their duties. I can't remember what he said about the Indian chief, but from the dorms to the flight-line I still from time to time see that same crew watching.
A HAUNTING IN BROKEN ARROW
(Scott)
When I was about seven or eight, I lived in a house in Broken Arrow. One afternoon my family and I went shopping. We came home and my mother told me to sit a gallon of milk on the counter. We all went back for more things when we came back in the milk was splattered every where…on the walls, the ceiling and the floor. Oddly, the seal was still on. Later that night, I woke my brother up (we slept in the same room, on bunk beds) because I heard something. He took me to the living room and my great grandfather's rocking chair was swaying back and forth. Then the fireplace burst out with flames and went away. Here's the weird part….in that house "There was no fireplace"!
MY BEST FRIEND'S HOUSE
(Roberta)
I have experienced many strange things that happened at my friend Becky's house. When I was about 5 years old I had met my best friend Becky, we always hang out together and spend the night at each other's house even though we are 16 now. But one night when we were about 12 or 13, I had spent the night at her house and she always talked about this weird feeling she had when she would sit in her front room that was by the hallway. I have always had weird feelings when I stepped into her house like something was fallowing me. But I never felt threatened, so I had no problem sleeping there. Until we started sleeping in her bedroom ( we would always sleep in the front room) where it was always cold and our hairs on our harm would feel like they were standing up and I would always feel like things were crawling all over my body. But one night when we were in her room just sitting around watching t.v. Until we fell asleep, I woke up to a breeze across my arm and I thought Becky had blew on my arm but she was turned toward the wall and I was facing the other way. I looked into the hallway and saw image of a little boy that looked like he was about 4-6 years old and and I thought that it was my imagination but when I told Becky about it the next morning she said that she had seen him before but she always ignored it so I thought okay to my self. The next time I stayed the night I didn't see a little boy but I had seen a man sleeping in the chair that was right by the hallway and I got freaked out and ran and jumped on Becky and woke her up and told her what I saw and she said that she never saw him before and but she's seen an old lady and I didn't go to sleep for the rest of that night and the next morning when her mom woke up we asked her what went on in that house before they moved in and her mom never told her because she didn't want to freak her out, that there was a man and woman that lived there with a grandson and someone had robbed that house and murdered the family that lived there. Now they have moved into a house that is still in the same neighborhood but only 2 blocks away we talk to the family that lives in her old house now, and we've asked them if they've had any weird occurrences in the house and they said that they have, and we told them our story about our nights sleeping there. And to this day we still talk about about all the things we've seen in that house.
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