Vanderlip Mansion

So I’ll start my story with a little background information on about the Vanderlip Mansion. In Rancho Palos Verdes, California here is a big private gated community. At the top of the hill the community is on, there is a huge mansion that was owned by the man who created the town of Palos Verdes. Ubran legends say that the house is very haunted along with the area it’s located on.

Me and a group of friends decided to check it out one night. We couldn’t go through the front of the mansion because we needed a code to get through the gate, so we went through the very back. The back of the mansion is very big, it’s sort of like a canyon/valley. People go on hikes down there in the daytime. Anyway, we saw that we could either hike down or go down a flight of stairs that we saw on the opposite side. We had to hop over a fence onto someone’s property (we were trespassing I know) and continued down the stairs. It was a group of 6 people with us but 2 of our friends stayed in the car because they were too scared to tag along. So the 4 of us started walking, it must have been a 100 flight of stairs down to the path that lead up to the backyard of the house. We heard people behind us and it was 2 guys. I turned around and saw that one was wearing a gray hoodie and the other was wearing a black one. I really couldn’t see their faces at all because it was dark and they had their hoods on. I ignored them and kept walking. I turned around again, and they were gone. Just gone. They couldn’t have ran all the way up the stairs or hide behind anything because their were no bushes around us. I was freaked out. Our friend Blake, decided to go ahead and check out what was in front of us. We stopped and waited for him. He was coming running to us screaming that he saw 2 dogs, the dogs had red eyes and that they were both barking at him but no sound was coming out of their vocal cords. At that point we decided to just leave. So we went back up the flight of stairs and back to the car

When we got to the car, our friend couldn’t find her keys. And she wasn’t going to go back down there and look for them. We called the towing company and her car was towed away. The next day, me and my 2 friends went back to look for her car keys. They were hanging from the “No Trespassing” sign that was next to the fence we jumped.

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I’d just moved in to a new house. It was in the countryside, and was beautiful; Old fashioned and big, with four rooms. I loved it, and so did my mum. The only thing was, my mum had rented out the big attic at the top of the house, the attic room, to an old, strange man.

His name was Rodney and he was about 88, or 89. Every day, I was sent by my mum to bring Rodney up some lemonade, or sandwiches, or muffins or cakes, things like that, on a tray. I hated doing this. Rodney’s attic room was dark, shadowy and always silent; He didn’t have a TV, he just sat in a rocking chair, talking to his ‘friends’ all day, or singing sad songs.

When I brought in the treats, he always frowned at me, then at the tray, and said, ‘Korea’ over and over again. I never understood why, and I still don’t now. Then, one day, my mum told me to bring up some homemade cookies. I nodded, picked up the tray and went up the winding stairs that let to Rodney’s room. I knocked on the door once, but there was no answer. I knocked again, and again, but Rodney didn’t answer. Annoyed, I pushed the door open and nearly screamed.

Rodney was standing up, glaring at me, his eyes cold and piercing. I couldn’t move at all and couldn’t breathe. I dropped the cookies to the floor and gasped for breath. It was like he was strangling me, or like I was hanging from something. The grip around my neck was invisible but felt like a rough, tight rope. I remember vividly kicking around and trying to breathe, but failing, and then forcing myself to keep my eyes open. All this time, Rodney was staring at me. He started laughing.

Then, I found the strength to look straight back at him. He seemed flustered, then blinked, and I fell to the floor instantly. I was only 10, and very small and weak for my age. My mum found me, unconscious, slipping in to a coma. Luckily, I was alright. Rodney was sat in his chair, dead. I never knew what or who Rodney was… Maybe he was just really old, lost his marbles? But, examiners of his body told my mum that there was nothing wrong with his brain or body, except old age. I instantly felt ill.

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The Island of the Dolls

Known as “La Isla de la Muñecas”, by the Spanish, The Island of the Dolls is perhaps the creepiest tourist attraction in Mexico. Located within an extensive network of canals, south of Mexico City, the island is a place of mystery and superstition.

Almost every tree growing on the island is decorated with old, mutilated dolls that give anyone the feeling that they’re constantly being watched. The story behind the Island of the Dolls began when a hermit by the name of Don Julian Santana moved here. Although he was married he chose to live the last 50 years of his life alone.

Don Julian used to say he was haunted by the ghost of the little girl who had drowned in one of the canals around the island. Some say he used to fish the dolls from the water because he thought they were real children, but the truth is he was collecting and placing them around his home as a shrine for the spirit that tormented him. At one point he even traded home grown fruit and vegetables for old dolls.

Ironically, in 2001 Don Julian Santana was found dead by his nephew, in the same canal that he said the little girl drowned in. Now his Island of the Dolls is one of the world’s weirdest tourist attractions. Some tourists who visited this place claim the dolls whisper and you must offer them a gift upon setting foot on the island, to appease their spirits.

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The Haunted Playground.

Scientists have reportedly been left baffled by a “haunted” playground swing that rocks backwards and forwards on its own.

Locals in Firmat, Argentina claim one seat swings nonstop for ten days before stopping dead, while other swings remain still.

Parents and children are convinced a ghost is to blame for the phenomenon, reports The Sun.

They reported the swing to police after it began moving four months ago,

Police officers had to admit they were stumped and called in physics professors but they too failed to find a logical explanation.

Teacher Maria de Silva Agustina said: “One child called it the Blair Witch Playground. We believe it is haunted.”

Academics have now ruled out magnetic and electrical fields, and winds - and called in ghosthunters.

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Ever get that strange feeling, while driving late at night, that if you glance into your rear view mirror, you might see something that you really didn’t want to? This rather famous ghost picture should add to those fears. It was taken in 1959 by Mabel Chimnery, the wife of the man seen in the front seat. The photo was snapped as they were leaving the grave site of Chimnery’s mother who had recently passed away. Who is in the backseat, you may ask? The figure was easily identified as the woman’s mother. The same one who’s grave site that they had been visiting that very day. Scary Stuff