Ghost Hunting Equipment Giveaway

One of my favorites from childhood: :D

Who did Frankenstein take to the prom?
His ghoul friend

I lived next to an Native American burial mound. That should be enough to infer how life would have been growing up. But if not, there was always someone home with you, just not in a physical body.

My son and I went to a Ghost Tour in Bardstown, KY. When we were upstairs in the Old Talbott Tavern, several things happened. Both chandeliers flickered and one went completely off twice when prompted, and also one of the doors slammed shut for no reason. We are so interested in ghost hunting now!

Do zombies eat popcorn with their fingers?
No they eat the fingers separately...lol

Me and a cousin of mine were out riding as young teens do on a Saturday Night and We rode out to a Place called Summerfield, We continued down a dirt road until we reached the end and could go no further. At the end was a house with a driveway that sloped down but a. I made a turnaround and Me and My cousin Ray caught a glimpse of something behind us, Ray said it had red eyes all I saw was a blackish face. Hairs stood on back of our necks and We high tailed out of there as fast as My little Nissan could go. Later that week we went back to figure out what we might have seen. During the daytime I might note and there at the beginning of the driveway were two yellowish brick pillars and an upside down cross on each one. We never went back after that but to this day We know what we saw but can't explain it because nobody would dare believe Us. Do You believe in evil? I do.

Q: Why do vampires need mouthwash?
A: They have bat breath.

You: Knock knock.
Me: Who's there?
You: Boo!
Me: Boo who?
You: Don't cry, Fatwallet will always be here for you.

What kind of street does a ghost like best?

A dead end.

Two men were walking home after a Halloween party and decided to take a shortcut through the cemetery just for laughs. Right in the middle of the cemetery they were startled by a tap-tap-tapping noise coming from the misty shadows.
Trembling with fear, they found an old man with a hammer and chisel, chipping away at one of the headstones.
"Holy cow, Mister," one of them said after catching his breath, "You scared us half to death -- we thought you were a ghost! What are you doing working here so late at night?"
"Those fools!" the old man grumbled. "They misspelled my name!"

We always knew that our house had something in it. When I moved back in with my mother when I was 12 after my father passed away. Little stuff started happen, I would hear something walking around in the upstairs bedrooms and talking. One night I woke up from a dead sleep to hear a man and woman talking to eachother, I thought my mom left a tv on in the house. I took a walk around the house to find that there was no tv left on.

"I went to a doctor. All he did was suck blood from my neck. Don't go see Dr. Acula." - Mitch Hedberg

My family and I, along with a bunch of friends, had taken our caravan of motorhomes out to an abandoned gypsum mining town named Midland. The purpose of the trip was so the guys could ride their dirtbikes. Midland is out in the California desert and their is still evidence that the town exsisted. The concrete pads from the school and homes, the furnaces from the gypsum factory and even the unburied trash from the old dump remain. It is very quiet in the desert in the winter. The crosses on the hill from the grave sites looked down on us. This place just had a really creepy feel to me. I tried to put it out of my mind, thinking to myself, it was all in my head because I know this is an abandoned town. Until the last day we were there. My husband and I were taking to a friend who was packing up to leave. I got cold so I ran in the motorhome to grab a sweatshirt. I went inside, slammed the door behind me, grabbed the sweatshirt, threw it over my head and proceded to exit the RV. When I reached for the door handle, before i could grab it, the lever turned down all by itself and the door opened for me. Completely stunned the only thing I could think to do was say, thank you as I walked out the door and slammed it behind me. I didn't tell my hubby until we got home. He also thought that Midland was a pretty creepy place.

When my daughter was around 2 she told me she had a friend who use to come visit her. Thinking nothing of it, I didn't question it... Finally one day I was going threw pictures with a friend of mine when she pointed at one of the pictures and told me that was her friend that would visit her. Mind you it was a picture of my cousin Mike who had passed 2 years before she was born. I asked her if he had a name and she told "Yeah. It's Mike." I was speechless.

Why does Dracula have no friends ?
Because he's a pain in the neck !

Why is there a fence around a cemetery?

Because people are dying to get in.

Why did Dracula's mother give him cough medicine?
Because he was having a coffin fit!

When my brother was 2 years old, we were at our church, and I was busy with choir or something upstairs. My mother had let my 2yr old brother take the camera to take pics of what he saw (he was very intuitive, and saw a lot of unexplainable things at that age especially. He took one photo, which I still have sitting today on my dresser--it has an angel peeking from around the door, and a kachina clapping and dancing like they do, right in front of him! This is not a spooky story as much as it is a comforting one, but it is amazing! They are somewhat transparent, but very clear nonetheless.

What is a vampire's favorite sport?
Casketball

What do you call a dead chicken that likes to scare people?
A Poultrygeist

Why did the ghost pick his nose?
Because he had boo-gers

Why was the skeleton afraid to cross the road?
It had no guts

Why did the ghost go into the bar?
For the Boos!

My entry:
We live in an old New England Farmhouse, Circa 1800's. The upstairs has two bedrooms and a bath. It is unoccupied. We frequently hear footsteps upstairs and sometimes we also faintly hear music up there.
My daughter came home for an overnight visit and stayed upstairs. The next morning she said she thought it was cute that I took out a CD of the group she had gone to see with her soon to be husband, and that it was nice that I had taken out an old calendar from 2010 that showed the mansion in Newport, R.I that her future husband proposed to her in only just recently. I told her I did neither of those things. Who did???? We have always known that there is a friendly spirit residing with us. Now I guess he/she feels like he/she is part of the family, getting involved in congratulating my daughter on her engagement in their own special way.

Ten Signs That You’re Too Old for Trick or Treating

10. You get winded from knocking on the door.

9. You have another kid chew the candy for you.

8. You ask for high fiber candy only.

7. When someone drops a candy bar in your bag, you lose your balance and fall over.

6. People say, "Great Keith Richards mask!" and you're not
wearing a mask.

5. When the door opens you yell, "Trick or..." and can't
remember the rest.

4. By the end of the night, you have a bag full of
restraining orders.

3. You have to carefully choose a costume that won't
dislodge your hairpiece.

2. You're the only Super Hero in the neighborhood with a
walker.

1. You avoid going to houses where your ex-wives live.

"I went to a doctor. All he did was suck blood from my neck. Don't go see Dr. Acula." - Mitch Hedberg

Q. Why did the ghost go into the bar?
A. For the Boos!!

What did the vampire want to visit first on his trip to New York City?

The Vampire State Building!

TRUE STORY: Very short version...We bought a 20 year old house 3 years ago.. Our then 3 year old daughter fell into my friends swimming pool and almost drowned.. A few months later she started talking to a man with a hat?.. She started telling us stories about how he had a hat and that he had pretty birds...She began to have night terrors..strange things started happening in our house... We put her in our room and my husband slept in her room... One night while laying in bed she wanted my oldest daughter and me to sing "Happy Birthday".. We sang it a few times and finally asked why are we singing...she was sitting up in bed like she was watching tv... she said don't you see it?.. The hat man, it's his birthday.. everybody is singing to him.. his cake is blue and he has a big present box... she was clapping and yelled it's a hat!... ok it freaked us out a little.. we just told her to go to sleep...two nights later she starts crying and I can't get her to stop.. I got my husband and he came to help...after some time went by she was able to talk.. She told us that the hat man died!... He died in this room Mommy! This was his house and this was his room... We did research on the house and found out the original owner of the house did die in the house... His bedroom was the master (our room).. We saw pictures of him and she said that that was him... He always wore a hat and he had live peacocks and plastic flamingos all in the 2 acre yard.. we saw a birthday picture of him and he had a blue cake and got a hat in a big box... 100% true story..

I am 63 years old. When I was in elementary school, I went to a church school. Some of us used to go from the school into the church to practice singing.

One morning, 3 of use were in the narthex of the church. We were just chatting. Suddenly, all 3 of us saw a transparent figure that looked like the former pastor who had recently died!! Needless to say, we ran running and screaming out of the church. Of course, we were told that it was just in our minds since there was a portrait of the pastor in the narthex but all 3 of us saw him and it was not just a upper body portrait like in the church but a whole body image.

Now that is a fun prize pack. About the worst thing I did was buy an annoy-a-tron and put it above the drop ceiling of my hard-of-hearing boss. He kept turning off his hearing aid so everyone ended up shouting at him all day until he got pissed and went home. We all went home a few minutes later.

Getting free candy!!!!!!!!!!!

Q: What would you call the ghost of a door-to-door salesman?

A: A dead ringer.

True Story(Funny Legend Born): So when I was a kid my parents moved back to the old country, Greece, for a number of years. We were living in my grandfather's house in a small village of Kounoupidiana in Crete, Greece. The village had maybe 30-40 houses. One convenience kiosk, a Kafeneo's and that was about it. A Kafeneo is a coffee shop where old men sit around drink wine & coffee, play backgammon and cards because there is nothing else to do. The village had no street lights and it was a rainy night. really late, way after dinner, and most likely my beditme, we needed to get home, since it almost never rains, no one really has umbrellas. This night was particularly stormy and windy. Our hosts gave us black plastic garbage bags to were to get home. The five of us went out in the rain and ran home. Right past the Kafeneo. The next day, the heavily inebriated old men drinking and playing cards the night we ran past, were telling stories to the rest of the town folk about how there were multiple "devils" running through the streets during the storm. It is still a quote funny story. Although now the only two people there that night that are still alive and know the truth are my dad and myself.

When my husband died, I was just overcome with grief. For about a year it felt as if I had a rock in my chest... that's how the grief had manifested itself physically in me. His nickname was "Doggie", but I never called him that. One day I came home from work and checked my messages on the answering machine. I had a strange call... at first no one said anything, then I heard "Say something, Doggie!"... then there was rustling noise, then it ended. The person talking sounded like an old friend of my husband who had disappeared years before. I played it over and over, wondering why he didn't say anything. I kept that message for years. It gave me comfort that (even though he didn't speak) he was thinking of me.

To FatWallet Personnel... Have you ever walked through the Rockton grave yard in the middle of the night?....Need I say more?

Ok I will... When I was dating my now husband, he wanted to take me on a hike along the river. But to get there you had to go across the damn which is located on the other side of the graveyard ... SO, to get there you have to walk THROUGH the graveyard. Well, this walk was around 11pm in the evening. It was my first time in that graveyard as I was not from the area at the time. The whole walk, my eyes were wide open and darting everywhere, looking for the movement of anything at all. I think there was a pretty bright moon that night and there was a clear heaviness in the are that just demanded that one be creeped out. We crossed the damn and began our walk along the river, crossing over onto a little island that is normally covered with water. We leaned against a tree while talking and looking at the sky and moonlight when suddenly a shiver ran down my spine and I could swear someone or thing was watching us.... Do you think this was just a date tactic to get the girl?...lol >> Even though, this remains a fun and good memory and we still venture out on that same walk, only now it is most often during the day!.... Thanks FatWallet & happy ghost hunting!

Who has webbed feet and fangs?
Count Quackula!

When we were little we lived in this old farm house. At the top of the stairs was a bathroom (just basically thrown together type, nothing fancy) and sometimes you would see the light in the bathroom on when you walked passed the staircase downstairs, when you walked passed again the light was off, no one else was upstairs or in the home when stuff like this was going on. (many other things happened there too)

My wife swears her first car had a ghost. The dome light randomly turned on and drained the battery. Sometimes the battery just drained by itself. Finally gave up the ghost when it was t-boned one winter.

How do witches keep their hair in place while flying?
With scare spray...

My husband would be SO happy if I won this!!!!!

True Story: When I was around 8 yrs old, we lived in an old cape cod style house (sloped walls with storage in those areas). I had my own room, and we'd been living in the house for around 3 yrs when I started noticing strange things. It started small. I used to wake on weekend mornings after my parents usually, I would wait till I heard them downstairs and then come down..usually to a eggs and bacon breakfast. My clue that they were up was usually shuffling noises and the smell of coffee. One Saturday I was laying in bed waiting to hear noises downstairs. I heard the fridge door open and close, something moving around on the counter and after a few minutes, I smelled coffee. I got up and noticed my parents door was closed....odd. I sat at the top of the stairs for a second before going down. The lights were off and suddenly the smell of coffee was gone. I went on downstairs and when I got there, all the lights were off and nobody was there.

There were several instances like that, strange things happening, weird feelings, but the one that topped it all was the full body aparation. I had moved my bed around so that it was along the outside wall, with the foot of the bed parallel to the closet door. In other words I had a perfect view of the closet. I had been waking up in the morning to my closet door being open after I knew I had shut it the night before. One night in particular I had gotten up to go to the bathroom. I got back in bed (around 3am) and pulled the covers up. I lay there for a few minutes awake when I heard the door handle on the closet click. I opened my eyes and noticed the door was slowly opening. I was absolutely PETRIFIED and quickly threw a pillow over my head and pulled the blankets up to my eyes. I watched in horror as the door swung all the way open and a luminous, billowy form drifted out of the closet....across my room and past the foot of my bed and out the wall (exterior wall). There was a bit of a shape to the form, but not much, parts seemed to get brighter and duller, but it never touched the ground.

After the ghost passed out the wall I lay there immobile for a few minutes, then I jumped up and ran to my parents room. I absolutely refused to sleep in my room for the next 5 nights, choosing instead to sleep on my parents floor. My parents finally made me go back to my room (I was 8 after all), but not before I made my dad nail shut the short storage door that was in my closet. I also made him put a hook and eye lock on the closet door so I could shut it from the outside. They did this to make me happy, and for many years after that I just had vague feelings that I wasn't alone in the house. We finally moved when I was 12 and I haven't experienced those feelings since.

How did the monster cure his sore throat? He spent all day gargoyling.

I was very sick, in the hospital and am absolutely positive that I was with my already deceased grandma. My head on her lap, I kept telling her I didn't want to leave her but no words were exchanged. She lightly brushed my hair with her fingers and told me that I had to go. Not scary but the closest I have ever been.

We lived in a small, old, single story house. My mother told me that one of my relatives had died in the room where I slept. One night when I was 12 years old, while I was lying awake in bed, I heard footsteps like someone was walking in the attic. The footstep sounds came toward my bed and stopped directly over my head. Then I heard a noise like someone had dropped a brick or a large rock to fall through the ceiling and hit me. I was too scared to jump out of bed into a dark room or scream.Don't know how i even slept that night. When I was older I went into the attc but I didn't see anything. The house has since been torn down.

Growing up, my room was upstairs and the bed always shook a little...sort of like rattling. I thought it to be the house settling but was there recently and it still does. I'm sure there's a legit explanation but still creeps me out.

My kids and I watch every ghost hunting type of show we can get our eyes on so winning this would be so fantastic. Ok, my story isn't very dramatic but it's the best I have. A few years after my husband I got married we found out a friend of ours who had been instrumental in our getting together had taken his own life. I took it worse than my husband tho I wasn't as close to him. One evening we were hanging out in different rooms at home and I was listening to music the friend had introduced me to, in honor of him. I suddenly felt very calm and aware and watched a shadow that should not have been there pass across my coffee table. I have always been terrified of the idea of ghosts and have only within the last 5 years been able to watch Ghosty things. My calm reaction to this occurrence is still puzzling to me. I can't say it was his presence but I certainly experienced something I could not logically explain. When I told my husband about it, instead of picking on me for being silly or dramatic he simply said " sorry I missed you, bud".

Please feel free to keep sharing your spooky stories and silly jokes. Everything that was posted before this comment is included in the drawing for the giveaway.

Boo!

My Uncle was murdered several years ago. I was at my cousins house (his daughter) and we were in the living room talking. She and her son (uncles grandson) lived with my uncle before he was killed. Her son was very close to him. We looked over and noticed he was sitting at a table coloring in another room and he was talking. My cousin asked him who he was talking to. He said he was talking to his grandpa who was sitting there coloring with him. She asked him what he had said. He told her that grandpa said not to cry because he is still there with him. He also said it's ok for him to keep his glasses when they come. That mommy will not want him to have them since his blood is on them but it's ok. The next morning in the mail, a package came and it was my uncles glasses. He was shot in the face and the glasses were all twisted up and had his blood on them just like "grandpa" told the little boy.

My wife swears her first car had a ghost. The dome light randomly turned on and drained the battery. Sometimes the battery just drained by itself. Finally gave up the ghost when it was t-boned one winter.

This is sweeeeeeeeet!!

Ghost animals; we had a ghost cat in our condo! Freaky

Knock, Knock.
Who's there?
BOO!
Boo Who?
Oh, why are you crying little girl?

I just moved into a smalltown in upper wisconsin to stay by my grandma untill I got my own place and a job. Well I found one and I started dating this guy that I meet. Well me, my boyfriend, his brother and his wife all rented this old house. The house was over 100 yrs old and a beautifull old house with3 bedrooms and a dinningroom,livingroom,ect. Anyways we couldn't afford to have a phone hook up yet but we did have to phone. Anyways, we were all sitting in the dinningroom when all of a sudden the phone started to ring. We all glancled at each other and kind of freaked out sice the phone wasn't even plugged in. We all left for a while and went across the street to the tavern. When we got back everything was ok. Now our bedroom up upstairs in the attic. The attic was divided into 2 parts.There was a door that divided the rooms. On the other side of the door was some old letters from a son who was in the civil war to his mother, and some old clothes. I saw a really cool pair of old boots that the mother must of worn, well I tried them on and they fit, so I wore them. Thats when more things startewd to happen. We always kept the door closed.Well about a week later we were going up the stairs to our room when something was pushing me with great force. My boyfirend was right behind me and he was holding me up asking me whats going on. Now We both just got off of work so we were going up stairs to change clothes. Well this happened alot to us, so I wouldn't go up stairs by myself. Then during the nite the door between our room and the other part of the attic started opening up by its self and slamming close, we had a light that had a twin attached to it to turn it on and off. Well we would reach for it and the light would turn on by itself and off. SO that was enough for us. Plus I put the boots back and the letters. We moved to the bedroom down stairs, but to get to the attic you had to go through our bedroom to go up to the attic since the attic door was in our bedroom. Well we were in bed one night when we heard someone coming down the steps and the door nob turning. We turned on the lights and watched the door wait for what ever to come through, but no one did. So the next day we put the dresser against the door. That same night we heard the foot steps coming down the stairs agin and the door nob moving. The dresser fit tight against the door. Well as we were watching the door, we heard the nob on the door aagressively trying to open and the sound of someone trying to push open the door. Then you heard someone stomping back up the stairs. Well for about 3 weeks we didn't hear anything. So we thought that everything was alright. Well me, my husband to be now, his brother and his wife decided to paint the kitchen and bathroom. When we got done we all went across the street to the tavernj and have a few drinks and play pool. about 2 hours later, we all left at the same time and went into the kitchen and bathroom to check out how it looked. We were all standing in the kitchen with a look of surpise on our face. On the kitchen floor was soot foot prints that went from the kitchen into the bathroom. So we went into the bathroom to see where the prints went to and on the ceiling above the tub was this big hand print with soot on it and in the tub was a foot print with soot on it. Now non of us had soot on our shoes, and the foot prints where way bigger then our feet. The strange part to this was the foot prints didn't walk back out. They just ended right there in the tub. Well, that made us all dicide to move out. After a month we ran into the owner of the house and asked him about the house. He told us that no one ever stayed there any loner then 3 months, and he knew that it was haunted, well at least he heard that it was. Now this is a true story.

I want free ghost equipment

How do you know if all the ghosts liked the movie ?
Depends on how many of them say boo...