IrishinTN
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How do you people not shit your pants when you experience stuff like this?
Well, there are two stories from my own little hometown of Adamstown, PA, that are the closest I came to shitting my pants.
The first was quick but so damn scary. I was about 22 and we had just come home from a restaurant. My parents had to run to their business to get the days receipts and I didnt feel like going, so I had them drop me off. As I walked from the van to the door, fishing my keys out of my pocket, an audible whisper directly in my ear said, "he's back." I froze, I mean dead stop. The hair on my arms and neck stood up. I was so scared I couldnt even breathe for a minute, then I turned around to see my parents about half way down the street. I started chasing after them because there was NO WAY i wanted to go in the house. I didn't catch them so I had to man up and go in, but I mean I was close to captain shitty pants there.
The second time is the only time I saw a full body apparition. Me and two of my friends were walking down main street. Now Adamstown was a budding metropolis of about 900 people at the time, so there wasn't much to do. Especially at night. So me and my friends went to the only place to go, the YMCA. On our nightly walk there, we go about four houses away when I noticed a lady on the other side of the street walking towards us. I could see she had on an old wedding dress. It was tattered and teh veil covered her face and it whipped around her like a misty fog. I pointed her out to my two buddies and was like...guys...WTF?
We were dumbfunded and kept watching her as she continued toward us still on the opposite side of the street until she was parallel to us. We stopped, shared a bewildered chuckle with each other and a "can you believe that?" kind of statement before turning around to see where she was going. But she was gone. Poof. Nowhere to be seen. Our mouths dropped open and we dashed the 30 or so feet into the door of the YMCA truly scared shitless.
Curious to this event, I started to research it (I was 15 or 16 at the time). It was only a few weeks when I happened onto a story in a book called "Ghost Stories of Adamstown" (I couldnt believe it existed either) that talked of the Bride of Adamstown who supposedly had died the night before her wedding and still prowled the streets at night searching for her husband.
I saw her one other time after that, a ways down the street, coming towards me and I turned around and ran home. Screw that. No way I was getting close to that again.