re: Ghost Story that just happened to me

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One ghost even once 100% saved me from a horrible death while I was doing something incredibly stupid without knowing how incredibly stupid it was at the time and I swear on a stack of bibles that this fact is true.

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Let’s hear the story …

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Phroggers have pulled off some crazy shite for obscene lengths of time right under people’s noses.

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So my best friend in highschool had a 22 year old woman living in his closet for over a year. He knew about it bc she was his “girlfriend” but his mom genuinely had no idea. I don’t think she even knows to this day. Looking back at it she was just a homeless person using this 16-17 year old highschool kid for somewhere to stay and also free drugs. She even tried to get into my house one night bc his mom was up late and she couldn’t sneak in.

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What lol?

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You it’s crazy the shite kids hide from parents. And really we didn’t think too much of it at the time. I didn’t know it was called phrogging though. 20 years later looking back at the situation it seems extremely fricked however. She was an adult committing statutory rape of a minor and living in his moms house for free. Her name was Jessica I wonder what she’s up to these days. She’d be 42 now. Lol.

Yeah 2003ish I think we were in 10th or 11th grade

Every now and then a ghost thread pops up on the OT. They’re pretty entertaining.

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Every now and then a ghost thread pops up on the OT. They’re pretty entertaining.

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I originally posted this on OT and they anchored it, so I reposted it here.

Just so you know.

Pile of blankets, a large nutria?


I used to run the surveillance operation at my employer with over 300 cams in the system, IR nightvision and motion detection and analytics and all the shite. Cams alert to all kinds of artifacts that aren't there. The intelligence of the camera isn't in the mechanics of the camera itself, it's in the computer chips inside the camera, or in a remote server the camera is connected to. The camera itself doesn't know if something moved, it's the computer that monitors all the individual pixels and decides if enough pixels changed at the same time to trigger a motion event. They are not reliable, particularly a night. Based on the image, the IR (if it exists at all on this model) is extremely poor. That means the computer behind the camera is essentially over-exposing, digitally, amplifying everything for "fake" night vision. This inherently brings in artifacts that will trigger motion due to pixel change, when nothing actually happened through the mechanical camera lens.

Or it could be a ghost.

Or maybe there's something in this pic I'm just not seeing.

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Let’s hear the story …

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THis one is kind of long, so i may have to split into chapters

Chapter 1:

So, when I was growing up, my grandparents had a camper and they loved to load up the grandkids and take us all around and have adventures. This one time, we took it up to the coast of South Carolina to this great spot in the lowcountry. (If you're familiar with the unique geography and tides of the lowcountry, you'll probably be able to visualize the snafu I'm about to describe better than those who arent familiar) But, aNyway, it was the last evening of our stay, and after dinner I decided to head over to the beach with my fishing pole to try my luck one last time , sneak a dip of skoal, and savor the last hour or two before dark in this beautiful place.

We'd been there before and I had thoroughly explored this sand bar that juts out about nearly a mile into the ocean at low tide. And we'd seen how as the tide came in, it would slowly submerge the farthest parts of the sandbar first, and slowly and gradually, it would submerge the entire thing all the way back to the beach. You could actually walk all the way almost a mile out into the Atlantic never getting more than knee deep, but once the tide turned, you better start heading back in, because in a few hours the ground you are standing on will be part of the ocean floor. Covered in water and crashing waves.

During the day, there were other people all over this thing looking for shells, or just taking a stroll or whatever, but tonight I had it all to myself. Also, I have to add that I was just 11 or 12 and cluelessly thought a tide was a tide, and had no idea what a spring tide or a neap tide was.

So, it was beautiful out there. Perfect, peaceful and quiet. That salty muddy marsh lowcountry smell in the air with the sun setting and the only sounds the steady wind and gentle lapping of the waves on the sand bar. Then Zzzzzzziiiiirrrrrrrrnnnnnggggggg...... My spinning reel lights up and something a decent size is hooked and ripping line off my reel against the drag and everything instantaneously got even more perfect!!

Ended up just being some kind of trash shark about two feet or so long, but it took a bit to get him landed and then longer to get the hook out without getting chewed and i've never left a hook in a fish when i can help it. So when that chore was done, i do remember noticing how fast it was getting dark. The sun having been about nearly set even before the distraction of dealing with the shark and my back is to the sandbar where I'd waded out knee deep to rinse my hands off in the salt water, and I turn around and what the hell, there's a dude just standing there on the sandbar next to my bucket and tackle box.

I don't remember if I said 'hello", but I do remember clear as day the only two things he said to me. I'm about 10 or 15 yards away and he looks like a shadow as I probably looked to him since it was getting so dark and he just asks me "Have you seen a girl out here?".


(Hang on. this is getting long. Chapter 2 in a second)

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I don't remember if I said 'hello", but I do remember clear as day the only two things he said to me. I'm about 10 or 15 yards away and he looks like a shadow as I probably looked to him since it was getting so dark and he just asks me "Have you seen a girl out here?".

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Chapter II:

WHen I replied "no' and that 'he was the the only person I'd seen all evening', he then said "You know, you're crazy to be out here right now."

ANd I remember being a little shocked by that andnot knowing what to say because what's crazy about fishing on a beach doing wholesome kid things on vacation? And then he just turned and walked off in the direction of the end of the sand bar while I watched him disappear into the dark

The whole exchange gave me a high alert weird squirrelly feeling thoughand I'm just a kid remmember, and Im wondering why he thought it's "crazy" to be out here fishing, so I figured I'd pack up and go in. It was almost completely dark now

But it didn't take me long into the trek back to the shore, only a hundred yards or so, to figure out that something was very wrong. The gaps between sandbars that were ankle deep when I was walking out, were now up to my chest in water. I remember having to hold my bucket above my head in one hand, my rod and shitty plano single tray tackle box above my head in the other to get across. And it keeps getting worse. It' so dark I cant even see where the connecting sandbars are. THey had gotten submerged rapidly by the quick moving higher than normal spring tide .

All I can see now is some lights from shore far off in the distance, but I'm now chest deep in water still about a half a mile out starting to get a little nervous

Screw the bucket, I let it go, and figured I'd just have to walk straight toward shore and trust that the sandbars hadn't evaporated and that they'd be under my feet even though i couldnt see them. And for a while my feet stayed on solid ground under the water as I moved. But the further I went it;s getting deeper and deeper. Eventually I'm now tiliting my chin up just to keep my mouth above water, waves slapping over me, then I feel it. The current dragging me backwards. Toes trying pointlessly to dig into the sand as an anchor. But now I'm floating.

And yeah, I'm screwed. Panic hits and the no-brainer decision to abandon my rod and tackle box is made in three one-hundredths of a milli-second. I ditch the cotton tshirt wighing me down too, and the only single solitarly objective I have in the world now is to swim toward the lights at the shore with everything I have. Pitch black water, pitch black sky. Swimming in a panic and slowly realizing that I'm actually moving backwards no matter how hard I swim. I'm caught in a got danged rip tide current. Somehow I get lucky and get out before I exhaust myself and drown. Then more rip currents, more adrenaline freak-out swimming but still moving bacwards

Blah blah blah. Long story short, I obviously made it to shore.

ANd when I made it back to the camper exhausted my grandfather was sitting outside smoking his pipe sitting in a lawn chair. And he was a very patient and calm fellow and he listened to my re-tell the entire story. The shark, the dude by my bucket, the rip currents, all of it. He never interupted me once. and I remember trying to make sure he knew how close to death I was and how I had stared it in the face and chose to survive and was a serious badass. And then when I was done, after a while, he calmly and genuinely asked me with curiosity, "Well, wHat happened to that fellow you met out there?"

And in all of the panic and struggle and how quick it all happened, I was startled. Because I hadn't even thought about the shadow man since he walked off into the dark. And now I was panicked all over again as I started to explain it to my grandpa exactly as I was re-living it, and simultaneously realizing that this man walked away from me toward the end of the sand bar. Towards the Atlantic. He didn't walk toward the shore. Theres no way he possibly made it to the shore.

THen my normally patient and calm grandfather nervously asked me another question? "What did you two talk about out there?". And as I told himabout how hthe man looked like a shadow 10 or so yards away and how he'd asked me if I'd seen a girl out there and how he told me I was crazy to be out there, I watched my normally stoic and calm grandpa begin to look like someone on an offshore boat the first time getting seas sick. I remember watching the blood and color drain completely out of my grandfathers face. Replaced by that sick clammy pale white transparent seas sick complexion.

And he leaned forward and placed a giant grandpa hand on both of my shoulders, and said "Boy, the Grey Man just saved your damn life."

(I'll give cliff notes on who the grey man was in another chapter shortly. It's real fricked up. And real. I met him. ANd he saved my life)

Now that you planted it in my mind, I now see it. Definitely creepy.