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Ghost Stories from Illuminati322

Creepy Memories From My Childhood on 2015-11-23

This is not a singular story but a collection of incidents that occurred in my parent's house, during my childhood. I present them like this because each is too short and fleeting to be worth posting individually. So, here we go... I grew up in an older home with a creepy backstory: it had belon...

A Cat Named Chester on 2015-05-27

The following has occurred sporadically over the last week or so, and I am seeking answers. In my mind's eye I have twice seen a grey and blue male cat and hearing the name "Chester". When this happens I feel myself drawn to nearest most region in my backyard, where my now deceased cat liked to ...

Mr Hyde In The Snow on 2014-08-20

This is Illuminati322, who has posted on here in the past. The following experience did not occur to me but to my father, during his childhood in Marinette, WI, in the 1960's. It was in the mid-60's, at night time. He was roughly 7-8 years old, and was awake and alone in the living room of his f...

Creepy Squeaking Sound on 2014-08-18

I am 25 years old and I live in Grand Chute, WI. My family has a long and stories history with things that go bump in the night. Long-time readers of this blog will remember me from previous posts. This story just occurred the previous night, in my home. At around 1:30 am I was in my sitting roo...

The Walls Have Eyes on 2011-12-20

There stands a house in Marinette, Wisconsin that from 1958 to '98 belonged to my grandfather. Constructed in the late 1800's, area realtors posted its origin as the home of a logging baron during the boom of said industry. Its' first story consists of several formal rooms, and it's second several b...

Woman In The Park on 2011-05-31

This is an event that happened not to me but to my cousin, in Waupun, Wisconsin around the year 2000, during his elementary school years. He and his now estranged friend were on a late night bicycle ride, sometime between 10 and 12 o' clock at night. As they neared the town park, they noticed th...

Last 20 posts from Illuminati322
Date: 2015-06-13
I appreciate the comments. I currently have a second cat, a female calico I rescued during Polly's last three years, so their tenures in my household overlap to a degree (Polly disliked her, for the record). So, I am assuming Chester is a cat spirit guide of some sort.
Date: 2014-08-25

Thank you, but what would explain the unnatural body hair and deformed, animal like facial features?
Date: 2014-08-23

As previously stated, Marinette was and still is a very small and close knit town, where news and information spread rather quickly. This, combined with the man's immense body hair and facial disfigurements, would have made him a very well known figure in the area, yet as it stands his identity remains a mystery.
Date: 2014-08-22

It was wintertime. The temperature was cold, and show was on the ground. I doubt it was someone dressed for a costume party as my father noted that the person was grossly underdressed for the season. If he had been en route to or from a costume party he likely would have been wearing winter clothing over it.
Date: 2014-08-21

"Marinette has some unique characters. My father also grew up there, and he's always told some great stories about them. It would not surprise me in the least if it was a local character your father saw.

Did this take place in the neighborhood you described in "The Walls Have Eyes"?"

Yes it did, and could you get your father's take on this story?
Date: 2014-08-20
I didn't say it literally was Dr. Hyde, or even that it literally resembled Dr. Hyde, merely that my father likened it to him in physical appearance and clothing.
Date: 2014-08-19
It sounded tortured and tormented, like it was feigning misery to mock me.
Date: 2014-08-19

That's the thing. It didn't sound like a dying woman, it sounded like a rubbery squeak. It didn't sound like it was coming from organic vocal cords, it sounded like an inorganic, synthetic sound.
Date: 2012-01-06
I am the original author of this story, and I apologize for the belatedness of my reply. I could not respond immediately to your comments as I was busied with academic and holiday related activities. Given that at this date the conversation itself has died down, I will contact the posters individually for further discussion.
Date: 2011-06-09
One thing I would like to point out to skeptics here is the geographic and cultural context in which the story occured. Waupun is a small town in a rural area, isolated from other towns by long stretches of farmland. It is also overwhelmingly conservative in the whitebread Middle American sense. As such, it is the very last place one would expect to find an eccentric artist (there is no arts or cultural community, nor any bohemian sort of environment, there.) So, to encounter someone like that in a park is not only not an everyday experience for that environment, it is a complete anamoly. Secondly, due to its tiny geographic size and population, it is fairly cohesive and tight knit, with the majority of the residents knowing each other, and no one in town had ever seen nor heard of an eccentric painter in the area.

Also, her packing up and departing the park within the given duration of time is inexplicable, given that my cousin's house to which he returned immediately afterward overlooks the park, the latter being visible from the former. It is a small park encircled by houses within a domestic zone, and as such its entriety can be seen without effort from any point within. My cousin did not see any vehicle whatsoever, either a car or a bicycle, meaning she had to have been moving on her feet. Given this and small geographic range of the area, she would have been visibly walking down one of the sidewalks by the time their return.