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True Ghost Stories
Haunted Computer
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True Ghost Stories
Haunted Computer
The first day that I purchased this computer for school everything seemed fine.
Soon, my Panasonic KX-P4410 laser printer started to act funny.
Soon, though, it got to the point were I didn't want to use the stupid machine.
Soon, whenever I would boot the computer, a strange white face would appear
on the screen for half a second.
So what did I do? I did what any person in their right minds would do. I
burned the stupid thing!
It was difficult explaining to my parents why I had burned a $1400 computer,
but it wasn't impossible.
I noticed, however, that the 3.5" disk drive would turn on by itself
occasionally and just sit there.
It didn't effect my computing at all, though.
I found it odd, but I also find IBM odd so I didn't think much of it.
It would, for
no reason whatsoever, print one page from time to time with the same text:
logdata.a# (I think it was an #, could have been a *)
Anyway, I suspected that a bad parellel cable was to blame, so I quickly
replaced it.
It stopped printing the weird pages for a while, but then started
to act funny within a couple of days.
The new problem was that the PRINTING
led would come on from time to time on it's own.
It wasn't the normal blinking
light, though.
It would slowly turn on, getting brighter then brighter, pause
then slowly get dimmer.
By this time my 5.14" drive was doing what the 3.5"
drive was.
It got to the point where I couldn't read any disks.
I say this because after a while, funny things would appear on my monitor.
First, a few random pixels on the lower-right corner of the screen when in
DOS.
Soon, the pixel would form little shapes like pyramids, spheres, and
cones.
By now I thought I had some kind of virus and totally formatted
my hard-drive.
I didn't wan't to leave this to some little Anti-virus
program.
It worked. But not for long.
I can honestly say that it scared the
crap out of me!
"Just another virus, " I thought to myself. I quickly
changed my tune
when the face decided to stay on the screen when I shut
off the computer.
You could say that this left me quite, erm, uncomfortable.
I now am the proud owner of a Packard Bell IBM Clone.
I just said that it was all the pressure from
the recent hurricane (Florida's own Hurricane Andrew).
I was going
to a mental support group, after all.
But I PROMISE YOU!I was not imagining the face on the screen... My cousin saw it too.
Grandpa's WWII B-17 bomer Plane
My grandfather was raised in Howard, South Dakota, a small town about 70
miles from Siox Falls.
During his childhood he and his friends had to keep
themselves entertained in order to keep out of trouble, which wasn't that
easy.
When he was about eight, he and his friends developed an infatuation
with the airplane.
They would pass the time reading through airplane
books, comic books, and playing with toy airplanes.
Their imaginations ran
wild.
Only a few of this group of ten boys had even ever seen a real airplane, so
when the local banker bought one to fly as a hobby they were at the airport
every time it left the ground.
One afternoon the banker (can't remember
his name) noticed the boys as he was coming in for a landing.
After geting it tied down he called the boys over to let them look at it up close.
This was a dream come true, but of course it wasn't enough.
One of the
boys, my grandpas best friend (Myron) asked if he could fly with him the
next day.
The banker laughed and said that he would take the boys up two
at a time starting the next day.
Since they were going to take them up two at a time, Myron and my grandpa
were to go up first.
They hardly slept that night thinking about the next
day.
When it finally came around my grandpa jumped out of bed running only
to find out that his mother would not let him go up in one of them "infernal aircrafts."
He was crushed but decided to go watch anyway.
Another boy jumped in with
Myron and the banker, and off they went.
But what happened next made him
glad he didn't go up.
The banker came in over a shelter belt (a line of trees)that divided
the courthouse from the high school.
As the plane turned belly up, the two
boys plummetted into the trees below.
Word quickly spread and soon the entire town was on the scene.
Both boys
were presumed dead, but it took the police dept. a couple hours to find Myron impaled 75 foot up, the trunk of a tree straight through his small
frame.
Again my grandpa was crushed, the banker was run out of town, and
strange things began to happen in the shelter belt.
Reports of glowing
trees began to come from many high school students that had to walk through
the thick tree belt on the way to school, a few even
reported seeing a
small boy run into the thick underbrush, without any noise.
The strangest was yet to come. During WWII my Grandpa (Fred) joined the
air force and became a belly gunner on a B-17 bomber.
During his tenure on
one crew, he claimed 6 major casualties (brought down six large aircraft)
"singlehandedly".
It was his 4th and 5th that came with some assistance.
A
shell had struck the turret, limiting the motion of the gun.
As he tried
to swing around he met resistance and the turret recoiled knocking him un-conscious.
As he woke up the gun was firing and before his eyes the turret
made a full revolution and struck an enemy plane bringing it down.
He went
to grab the gun but was pushed back.
He heard the voice of a child say "no
way, it's still my turn!!"
He was dumbfounded, he just sat there until the
plane landed.
As he was getting out, he noticed Myron's favorite "Flying
Aces" comic book laying on the floor of the turret.
Later that afternoon,
Fred recieved a bravery medal for saving his crew from the two enemy gun-ships that were much more powerful than their B-17.
He never told anyone
about the story until much later.
The Black Wolf
My wife and I were married in April of 1972 and at the same time I was
re-assigned to duty at Sembach Air Base, Sembach, Germany.
By the winter of
1973 we had rented a beautiful old house from a wonderful couple named Karl
and Alfreda Jakob.
The house was located at #12 Muhlstrasse, Munchweiler,
Germany.
This was just a few miles from Sembach Air Base, and was generally
located in the south of Germany, near Kaiserslautern.
At the time we lived
there the house was 160 years old.
I am sorry that we lost touch with Karl
and Alfreda.
They were some of the nicest people I have ever known.
As far
as that goes, we were the only Americans living in this village and the people
there were top notch and we lived a quiet existence.
Our first child, a boy, was born while we lived there.
His coming seemed to
manifest a presence that my wife and I were really not aware of.
There had
been a few noises and such but we really didn't think much about it.
Sometimes it would feel as though we were being watched.
As our son grew
through the first months of life there were many occurrences and this is only
one of them.
As time goes by I will relate stories that happened in the
house but the one I tell now concerns something without.
The baby was about six or seven months old.
As babies of that age sometimes
do, he was crying and seemed to want to.
My wife was letting him cry it out
for a little while.
He was in our bedroom in the crib.
Our bedroom was on
the back side of the house.
There was a small walkway beside the house and
a concrete wall.
The back yard was on the side of a hill and the ground was
at a level at the top of that wall, just about even with the bedroom window.
The walkway was less than two feet wide.
The house had upstairs bedrooms but
we hardly ever used them.
From the backyard one had to go down some steps beside our bedroom and then
open an arched door in an eight foot high brick wall to reach the front
yard.
We were blessed to have grass and this was the outside pssage front to
back.
The arched door was wrought iron covered with plexiglass and had a
iron dead bolt that latched it.
Once in the front yard, there was a wrought
iron fence at the street and the yard itself was about two and a half feet
higher than the street and the fence was about four feet high.
Our neighbors
to the right were the last house before the trail up to the woods and the
back side of both our houses was open to the fields.
My landlady had instructed us that it was very important that we close and
lock the wooden shutters over all the windows and lock the deadbolt in the
outside gate every night.
It was after dark, around nine o'clock this evening when the baby was crying
when we heard something in the backyard, outside our bedroom window.
Whatever it was, it was making an eerie sound, mimicking the baby crying and it was big also.
We could hear it drawing breath into its lungs
and wailing with a sound that would chill you right up the spine.
Standing
in the back yard by the window put it just about two feet away from the
shutters.
I had no gun, being a foreigner in Germany.
The thing both frightened and
angered me.
We listened to it for about ten or fifteen minutes.
I finally
decided that I would take out my bowie knife, throw open the shutters, and
attack it.
My yelling at it through the open window and through the wooden
shutters had no effect on it.
We then decided that giving it access to the
house in this fashion was not a good idea.
I then thought that I would go out the front (since we had no back door)
and go around the house and take on the brute.
My wife didn't want me to go
but I found out later that she just didn't want to be in the house alone.
Like I said, the thing was big -- by its sound.
Its wail was a high sound,
almost a scream.
And in between screams and wails we could hear low guttural
growls similar to that of a lion or big cat.
I finally exclaimed, "I'm going out.
We need some relief. I grabbed my
knife and headed for the front door.
I also took a hiking staff with a
metallic pointed end.
It took two full turns of the giant skeleton key to
get the door open.
By this time I had redirected my fear to an attack
attitude and was prepared to jolt the damn thing like it was doing to us.
Just as I opened the front door I could see the thing coming out from beside
our house.
It looked like a wolf. It was jet black and had long, coarse
looking fur.
It was just over three feet high at the shoulder.
It glanced
at me and ran across the front yard
(about forty or fifty feet) and leapt
over the wrought iron fence.
As it landed on the sidewalk it took off at a
run and disappeared past my neighbors house and up the track to the woods.
I walked around the house and into the back yard. The wrought iron door
stood agape.
To this day I have yet to figure out how the thing opened that
iron dead bolt latch!
