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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/10179/comment-page-1#comment-105346</link>
		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 16:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>At my parents home, the hallway door would sometime slam shut when the AC would turn on, but never opened.  On day while i was sitting on the couch i heard the doorknob turn and the door open.  It opened just enough for me to see and right when i looked at the door it slammed shut and utinsels that were in the drain rack fell to the floor. 
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At my parents home, the hallway door would sometime slam shut when the AC would turn on, but never opened.  On day while i was sitting on the couch i heard the doorknob turn and the door open.  It opened just enough for me to see and right when i looked at the door it slammed shut and utinsels that were in the drain rack fell to the floor.<br />
That was pretty creepy&#8230;&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Adrienne</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/10179/comment-page-1#comment-105293</link>
		<dc:creator>Adrienne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I went to Wheaton College in Massachusetts and there are six or seven ghost stories they tell at orientation, but my favorite is one of the ghosts in the library. She takes out the same book every night and every morning the librarians put it away. She haunts a particular reading room on the third floor, and once I unknowingly sat in her chair. It was so bizarre; I got this creepy crawly feeling and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I just KNEW I had to stand up and find a new seat. So, so weird.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I went to Wheaton College in Massachusetts and there are six or seven ghost stories they tell at orientation, but my favorite is one of the ghosts in the library. She takes out the same book every night and every morning the librarians put it away. She haunts a particular reading room on the third floor, and once I unknowingly sat in her chair. It was so bizarre; I got this creepy crawly feeling and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I just KNEW I had to stand up and find a new seat. So, so weird.</p>
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		<title>By: blangelue</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/10179/comment-page-1#comment-105214</link>
		<dc:creator>blangelue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 01:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for sharing those videos. I went to a summer camp held at Kenyon College about 9 years ago. I was staying in Caples. We had a lot of odd things happen that week. Two things I can vividly remember is loud music flowing through the 6th floor halls. I was staying on the 7th floor. The biggest thing happened on the elevator. we were riding up to our floor and the elevator stopped between 6 and 7 and the door opened slightly. There were a couple of other girls in there with me and we weren&#039;t sure what to make of it. Later that day someone told us what had happened there and it gave me goosebumps. Since then, I&#039;ve always kept a look out for anything to do with the ghosts of that college.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for sharing those videos. I went to a summer camp held at Kenyon College about 9 years ago. I was staying in Caples. We had a lot of odd things happen that week. Two things I can vividly remember is loud music flowing through the 6th floor halls. I was staying on the 7th floor. The biggest thing happened on the elevator. we were riding up to our floor and the elevator stopped between 6 and 7 and the door opened slightly. There were a couple of other girls in there with me and we weren&#8217;t sure what to make of it. Later that day someone told us what had happened there and it gave me goosebumps. Since then, I&#8217;ve always kept a look out for anything to do with the ghosts of that college.</p>
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		<title>By: Southern Buddhist</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/10179/comment-page-1#comment-105192</link>
		<dc:creator>Southern Buddhist</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 23:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My grandfather built his house by himself and raised nine children there.  One of the upstairs bedrooms has three beds in it and the other has only one.  Quite a lot of our family refuses to stay in the single-bed room.  I&#039;ve always thought of it as &quot;Cindy&#039;s room,&quot; an aunt who died at 23 of cancer (when I was a kid).  One of my aunts (in law) also refused to sleep in there, and several cousins.  We were all creeped out by it.  Finally, I asked Grandma if anything strange had ever happened in Cindy&#039;s room, the one with the one bed.  She looked puzzled and said, &quot;That was never Cindy&#039;s room at all.  I don&#039;t have any idea why people won&#039;t sleep in there.&quot;

A friend of mine who is really into paranormal stuff, though, says that in cases like that, it could very well be poorly shielded or deteriorated electrical wiring.  It&#039;s actually the electromagnetic radiation that people are sensing subtly and they find it unpleasant and off-putting.

My building here at work is a former Masonic temple (the temple itself is still there on the fifth floor!), and is supposedly hsunted, but I often work until 8:30 or 9:00 at night and have never seen or felt anything.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My grandfather built his house by himself and raised nine children there.  One of the upstairs bedrooms has three beds in it and the other has only one.  Quite a lot of our family refuses to stay in the single-bed room.  I&#8217;ve always thought of it as &#8220;Cindy&#8217;s room,&#8221; an aunt who died at 23 of cancer (when I was a kid).  One of my aunts (in law) also refused to sleep in there, and several cousins.  We were all creeped out by it.  Finally, I asked Grandma if anything strange had ever happened in Cindy&#8217;s room, the one with the one bed.  She looked puzzled and said, &#8220;That was never Cindy&#8217;s room at all.  I don&#8217;t have any idea why people won&#8217;t sleep in there.&#8221;</p>
<p>A friend of mine who is really into paranormal stuff, though, says that in cases like that, it could very well be poorly shielded or deteriorated electrical wiring.  It&#8217;s actually the electromagnetic radiation that people are sensing subtly and they find it unpleasant and off-putting.</p>
<p>My building here at work is a former Masonic temple (the temple itself is still there on the fifth floor!), and is supposedly hsunted, but I often work until 8:30 or 9:00 at night and have never seen or felt anything.</p>
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		<title>By: Joel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Joel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Virginia Tech&#039;s East Eggleston hall is supposedly haunted.  Back in the early part of the 20th century supposedly a girl hung herself in her dorm room after seeing she might possibly fail a class (or fail out, I can&#039;t remember exactly).  The next evening none of the occupants of East Egg (as it&#039;s called) could sleep in their rooms, due to moaning and screaming occuring through the dorm.  Professors were recruited to voluntarily sleep overnight there, and again, could not stay the entire night for other haunting reasons.  Today, the Residential and Dining Hall Program headquarters occupy the first floor of East Egg, which is locked every night.  The rest of the dorm (2 floors, approximately 50 more rooms) is locked up and unused.  Even though VT has been experiencing over-crowding due to larger incoming freshman classes (mostly due to their NCAA football national championship appearance back in 1999-2000 season) East Egg remains closed.  They&#039;ve even opened up new dorms since.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Virginia Tech&#8217;s East Eggleston hall is supposedly haunted.  Back in the early part of the 20th century supposedly a girl hung herself in her dorm room after seeing she might possibly fail a class (or fail out, I can&#8217;t remember exactly).  The next evening none of the occupants of East Egg (as it&#8217;s called) could sleep in their rooms, due to moaning and screaming occuring through the dorm.  Professors were recruited to voluntarily sleep overnight there, and again, could not stay the entire night for other haunting reasons.  Today, the Residential and Dining Hall Program headquarters occupy the first floor of East Egg, which is locked every night.  The rest of the dorm (2 floors, approximately 50 more rooms) is locked up and unused.  Even though VT has been experiencing over-crowding due to larger incoming freshman classes (mostly due to their NCAA football national championship appearance back in 1999-2000 season) East Egg remains closed.  They&#8217;ve even opened up new dorms since.</p>
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		<title>By: steph</title>
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		<dc:creator>steph</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I used to work the night shift at a psych hospital. I had a few weird experiences. I&#039;ve convinced myself that a few things (voice behind me=intercom prank, footsteps=someone echoing from other hallway) were just other staff, but there are a couple that don&#039;t fit that scenario. 

When I first started, I was training on the evening shift, and went to get supper trays w/ my trainer. They weren&#039;t ready, so he went out for a smoke and I decided to hit the ladies&#039; room nearby. This bathroom had showers as well, with toilets in a room behind them. I heard the showers running, and a couple women chatting back and forth, laughing (I think they were ragging on men, not sure though, I was trying not to listen. Kinda wish I&#039;d listened). I opened the door. All noise stopped. The room was dark, showers not on, nobody there. I flipped the lights on and went into the other room. That one was empty as well. I decided I didn&#039;t really need to go that bad and left ASAP.

Last Halloween (how cliche is that? though it was actually early morning Nov. 1, near 2 or so), I was mopping the floor next to a dark, locked, empty room. (general patient group space) I glanced up at the window in the door. There was someone sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. Leaning back, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded across chest, head turned to the window in the door, lit mostly from behind by a light in the parking lot. Couldn&#039;t see a face, but from head and body position, it was looking at me. At first I thought it was one of the patients we had at the time. I looked down the hall to my coworkers, thought to myself &quot;how could [patient] have gotten in there?&quot;, glanced back. Nobody. Not even the chair.

There were 2 schools of thought at the place. Those who thought it was haunted, and those who hadn&#039;t experienced anything.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I used to work the night shift at a psych hospital. I had a few weird experiences. I&#8217;ve convinced myself that a few things (voice behind me=intercom prank, footsteps=someone echoing from other hallway) were just other staff, but there are a couple that don&#8217;t fit that scenario. </p>
<p>When I first started, I was training on the evening shift, and went to get supper trays w/ my trainer. They weren&#8217;t ready, so he went out for a smoke and I decided to hit the ladies&#8217; room nearby. This bathroom had showers as well, with toilets in a room behind them. I heard the showers running, and a couple women chatting back and forth, laughing (I think they were ragging on men, not sure though, I was trying not to listen. Kinda wish I&#8217;d listened). I opened the door. All noise stopped. The room was dark, showers not on, nobody there. I flipped the lights on and went into the other room. That one was empty as well. I decided I didn&#8217;t really need to go that bad and left ASAP.</p>
<p>Last Halloween (how cliche is that? though it was actually early morning Nov. 1, near 2 or so), I was mopping the floor next to a dark, locked, empty room. (general patient group space) I glanced up at the window in the door. There was someone sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. Leaning back, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded across chest, head turned to the window in the door, lit mostly from behind by a light in the parking lot. Couldn&#8217;t see a face, but from head and body position, it was looking at me. At first I thought it was one of the patients we had at the time. I looked down the hall to my coworkers, thought to myself &#8220;how could [patient] have gotten in there?&#8221;, glanced back. Nobody. Not even the chair.</p>
<p>There were 2 schools of thought at the place. Those who thought it was haunted, and those who hadn&#8217;t experienced anything.</p>
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		<title>By: Lindsay</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lindsay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m a current student at Kenyon College, and while I haven&#039;t yet seen a ghost, I&#039;m keeping my fingers crossed for tomorrow night...

(I&#039;m also usually pretty skeptical when it comes to the paranormal, but I&#039;ve had some friends here who&#039;ve experienced some pretty freaky late-night things.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m a current student at Kenyon College, and while I haven&#8217;t yet seen a ghost, I&#8217;m keeping my fingers crossed for tomorrow night&#8230;</p>
<p>(I&#8217;m also usually pretty skeptical when it comes to the paranormal, but I&#8217;ve had some friends here who&#8217;ve experienced some pretty freaky late-night things.)</p>
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		<title>By: Brandi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brandi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It seems like a few places that I lived growing up I had &quot;happenings&quot;. After I moved out on my own I never experienced them again. Turns out my mom went to see some paranormal person and they said that spirits were following her around specifically. I get weird feelings at her new home too and I&#039;ve never lived there. 

When I was about 14 I was doing a school project in living room and I was home alone. All the sudden a paper grocery bag that I had cut apart started spinning in circles. I put my hand on it to stop it and I looked to see if the ceiling fan was on, it wasn&#039;t. I went back to working and it started spinning again, not quickly either. Then all the map pencils I was using I had lined up in a row. They started rolling away, 10 would roll I&#039;d push them back, 5 would roll, the whole pile would roll. I just kept pushing them back. Finally, I got frustrated and I said alound&quot; I&#039;m trying to do my work so I can go to bed, please stop playing with me now. And it was over.

Lots of weirdness always happened but thats the one that was most interactive.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It seems like a few places that I lived growing up I had &#8220;happenings&#8221;. After I moved out on my own I never experienced them again. Turns out my mom went to see some paranormal person and they said that spirits were following her around specifically. I get weird feelings at her new home too and I&#8217;ve never lived there. </p>
<p>When I was about 14 I was doing a school project in living room and I was home alone. All the sudden a paper grocery bag that I had cut apart started spinning in circles. I put my hand on it to stop it and I looked to see if the ceiling fan was on, it wasn&#8217;t. I went back to working and it started spinning again, not quickly either. Then all the map pencils I was using I had lined up in a row. They started rolling away, 10 would roll I&#8217;d push them back, 5 would roll, the whole pile would roll. I just kept pushing them back. Finally, I got frustrated and I said alound&#8221; I&#8217;m trying to do my work so I can go to bed, please stop playing with me now. And it was over.</p>
<p>Lots of weirdness always happened but thats the one that was most interactive.</p>
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		<title>By: Kate</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, and Kate-I had a dream one time that my great aunt, who had recently died, called me on the phone when I was about 10. I remember hearing her voice before waking up. But, unlike your mom, I was asleep.

@ Jenny-my mom does that to me all the time! Although I&#039;ve done that to her too, so maybe it&#039;s just an odd mother-daughter bond.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, and Kate-I had a dream one time that my great aunt, who had recently died, called me on the phone when I was about 10. I remember hearing her voice before waking up. But, unlike your mom, I was asleep.</p>
<p>@ Jenny-my mom does that to me all the time! Although I&#8217;ve done that to her too, so maybe it&#8217;s just an odd mother-daughter bond.</p>
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		<title>By: Kate</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The house I grew up in was built in the 1930&#039;s. My mother routinely hears footsteps when she&#039;s home alone-she believes it was the former owner, although I&#039;m fairly sure she died in the hospital.

When I was 14 though, I had a friend sleep over. Being 14, we had lit a scented candle in my room around 8pm or so, but blew it out a couple of hours later. We went to bed, I think around 1am, and the lights had not been off long before I heard my friend go &quot;Kate....look at the candle....&quot; The candle, which had been out for easily 2 hours, was suddenly burning like it had just been lit. We ran out of the room to my parents, who were in bed, and when they came back with us the flame was very, very low. It was seriously creepy.

Another time my mom and I were in the living room near one of our lamps, when it slowly went out and then slowly came back on. Not flicker. It was very odd.

Thankfully, I never saw anything. The candle incident made me terrified to be the only person awake in the house, and I think if I ever saw anything my fiance and I would need to get a hotel room when we go visit.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The house I grew up in was built in the 1930&#8242;s. My mother routinely hears footsteps when she&#8217;s home alone-she believes it was the former owner, although I&#8217;m fairly sure she died in the hospital.</p>
<p>When I was 14 though, I had a friend sleep over. Being 14, we had lit a scented candle in my room around 8pm or so, but blew it out a couple of hours later. We went to bed, I think around 1am, and the lights had not been off long before I heard my friend go &#8220;Kate&#8230;.look at the candle&#8230;.&#8221; The candle, which had been out for easily 2 hours, was suddenly burning like it had just been lit. We ran out of the room to my parents, who were in bed, and when they came back with us the flame was very, very low. It was seriously creepy.</p>
<p>Another time my mom and I were in the living room near one of our lamps, when it slowly went out and then slowly came back on. Not flicker. It was very odd.</p>
<p>Thankfully, I never saw anything. The candle incident made me terrified to be the only person awake in the house, and I think if I ever saw anything my fiance and I would need to get a hotel room when we go visit.</p>
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