The East Village Subway Ghost
It was a cold winter night in 1994 about 3:00 a.m. and I had just left the home of my friend Carolyn in the East Village, Manhattan. I had just rounded the corner of 1st Street and Ave A and was walking quickly to catch the F train. A brisk wind had swept the streets clean of garbage and Clubers alike and was hurrying me along too. I had just passed the East Indian Deli and was walking past the parking lots of the high rises when I saw a young man approaching me.
He was staggering and really not dressed for the weather now, though earlier his attire would have been enough. I remember thinking to myself about him, "You'll not make it through this night if you continue going the direction you are, staggering like that. Why not just put a sign on your neck saying 'Mug me... Easy prey.'" To my surprise, the youth staggered toward me and stopped.
"You won't believe this," he slurred, "but I have walked all the way down from Broadway trying to bum subway fare. No one will give me even a quarter."
I looked at him and was startled by how much he looked like the ex-boyfriend of a mutual friend of Carolyn's and mine named Rob. It was just that he was at least 10 years younger, but damned near a twin of him. He apologized several times to me for being in the condition he was and said he should have known better, but he spent every dime he had on a girl and a good time, and that they both ran out at the same time. I laughed and gave him a quarter and started to walk, for it was cold.
"Great," he said. "All I need now is another dollar." I thought all he needed was a quarter by what he had said earlier and called him back and said, "Look, you need to get your ass off these cold streets. Give me back the quarter and I'll give you a token."
Wobbling, he put out his hand and I took the quarter from it and pushed the token into his palm because I was afraid he would drop it; all I had was two tokens and a quarter. "Now you need to get on the subway," I said and started to walk toward the station.
"Ok," he said, but walked the other way. I turned to call him... but he had vanished.
I walked up the block and called Carolyn to tell her what happened and that he looked like a young twin of Rob. After a long pause, she told me how when Rob was a young kid, he had been stabbed and died on a subway. He was later brought back to life in the hospital. Was it young Rob's ghost I saw? – Bplgeus
Massachusetts Haunting
I have a favorite aunt named Juvy and favorite uncle named Mick who lived in Rehoboth, Massachusetts in a very nice and quiet area. I used to love sleeping over her house because they were both young at heart and loved me and my brother and sister very much. My aunt worked first shift which was 7 a.m. until 3 p.m.; my uncle worked second shift from 3 p.m. until 11 p.m. So every time I slept over, he would leave for work at 2:15 and I would wait for my aunt to get home around 3:30.
One day, I was upstairs playing Nintendo and I heard her two doors open and slam shut. The doors were very old and heavy so we could always hear people come in and out of the house. I thought my aunt had come home early from work. I could hear her come up the stairs. After a little while of not hearing her call me, I left the TV room and walked to the top of the stairs. I yelled out, "Aunt Juvy? Are you home?" No response, so I didn't think nothing of it.
About three months later, around 9:30 p.m., my phone rang and my dad answered it. It was my aunt. My dad said she was screaming and crying. She was watching TV upstairs and heard the doors open and footsteps going up the stairs – just like I did – and thought it was my uncle coming home from work early. She told my dad that she called my uncle's work and he was still there.
I told my day that I heard the same thing one day when I was alone in the house. My aunt wanted to find out what was going on in that house because now she was getting harassed by that ghost every day. She would walk down the stairs and it would keep banging the wall right behind her head! She contacted the old owner of the house and found out that the now 27-year-old girl who lived there with her mother used to see this ghost every night in her bedroom; it would appear in the corner, just staring at her.
That was the guest room that I always used to sleep in. – Kevin
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