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I had this English teacher in high school who said that when he was a teenager he worked at cemetery. Part of it was on a hillside. There was a rain storm and the caskets washed down the hillside and some had opened and inside the lids were scratch marks of people who had been buried alive!

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I was buried alive! I scratched and clawed hoping to free myself. Luckily there was a rain storm and my casket slid down a hillside and opened up. I now roam the country seeking revenge on the English teacher who buried me.

 

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Nuns are tough but they make you learn!

 

Answering your question @Avalon I’ve never seen a ghost and I’d love to.

 

I never have. I would have thought my mother would have come to say good-bye but she didn't. I hadn't seen my parents in several days. My sister and niece showed up in the middle of the night after driving @50 miles. My sister did not like driving at night. I knew something bad had happened. My first thought was my father, then my grandmother who was visiting there.

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I have lived on the top floor of this block of flats for about twenty five years. The block and the two neighbouring blocks were converted from a single commercial building and the staircase in this block used to be the main staircase for the whole complex. A couple of years ago, before I retired, I was going to work very early one morning before anyone else would usually be stirring. I went out into the stairwell not bothering to turn on the light and saw that there were people thronging the three flights of stairs. In the dim light it took me a moment to realise the moving figures weren't substantial. I got to the last flight of steps in a bit of a panic to find some one sitting on the stair and obstructing the way. I pushed past and somehow through this last figure, saying, I think, "excuse me" and saw the hand that was resting on his knee was a skeleton hand. As I passed, I felt the hand reaching to grasp my trouser leg. I got out the front door, breathing rather heavily (all right, my heart was thumping). Later that day I was told that one of the residents of the next door block had died the previous day. I didn't see the moving figures again but during the ensuing week I got used to the seated figure (same time every morning). As the days passed he became sort of fainter but also seemed increasingly on the point of speaking (I had started to say "good morning"). The next week he had gone. I never saw anything else, even following the occasional deaths of other residents.

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I have lived on the top floor of this block of flats for about twenty five years. The block and the two neighbouring blocks were converted from a single commercial building and the staircase in this block used to be the main staircase for the whole complex. A couple of years ago, before I retired, I was going to work very early one morning before anyone else would usually be stirring. I went out into the stairwell not bothering to turn on the light and saw that there were people thronging the three flights of stairs. In the dim light it took me a moment to realise the moving figures weren't substantial. I got to the last flight of steps in a bit of a panic to find some one sitting on the stair and obstructing the way. I pushed past and somehow through this last figure, saying, I think, "excuse me" and saw the hand that was resting on his knee was a skeleton hand. As I passed, I felt the hand reaching to grasp my trouser leg. I got out the front door, breathing rather heavily (all right, my heart was thumping). Later that day I was told that one of the residents of the next door block had died the previous day. I didn't see the moving figures again but during the ensuing week I got used to the seated figure (same time every morning). As the days passed he became sort of fainter but also seemed increasingly on the point of speaking (I had started to say "good morning"). The next week he had gone. I never saw anything else, even following the occasional deaths of other residents.

 

At that time did you tell anyone else what your saw? Did anyone else see anything?

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I had this English teacher in high school who said that when he was a teenager he worked at cemetery. Part of it was on a hillside. There was a rain storm and the caskets washed down the hillside and some had opened and inside the lids were scratch marks of people who had been buried alive!

 

I know a very scary story about a woman who discovered her husband was doing gay porno...

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