Showing posts with label Twitter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Twitter. Show all posts

Saturday, July 6, 2019

Twitter’s Dear David


Adam Ellis
Adam Ellis shared this disturbing encounter with a child ghost on his Twitter account back in 2017.

He first posted—

“My apartment is currently being haunted by the ghost of a dead child, and he’s trying to kill me.”

Illustration Adam Ellis drew.
He then followed this tweet up with an illustration, he drew after seeing this ghost sitting in a rocking chair at the foot of his bed.

He described what he saw—“he has a huge misshapen head that is dented on one side.”

This ghost then came to him in “a dream” and explained he had been killed when a bookshelf had fallen and crushed his head.

Cats at the front door.
During this time, Adam’s cats began to act strangely. They sat at his front door, crouched down and sniffing at the bottom crack for four nights in a row. They refused to move.

Adam snapped several photos of the hallway at the entrance to his apartment. He used two different cameras, but despite this space was well lit, his photos came out pitch black.

Dark hallway


One of his followers on twitter then took one of these photos and “brightened it.” This revealed a figure standing at Adam’s door.
 
Brightened photo showing figure.
Click to enlarge.
Ellis had another dream where David “dragged him.” He woke up the next morning with a bad bruise on his arm. At this same time, he began to receive strange phone calls, multiple times a day that didn’t show up on his Caller ID.

When he answered a weak voice would say, “hello.”

Adam now concerned, set up a video camera in his apartment. His first recording captured his green rocking chair moving on its own. This link is to Ellis's twitter account where you can view this chair moving.

Ellis began to see this ghost child standing on his roof. He snapped several photos, but the figure moved too quickly. But he finally captured the image he saw.

Image Adam Ellis captured on his roof.

A screenshot of one still from the video.
Click to enlarge.
Adam set up another video to record while he slept. He then captured the most disturbing image of all. This recording shows the ghost running over his bed, and then it ducks down by the side of the bed, only to pop up and then duck down again.

Here is a link to a twitter feed that still has a gif of this video.

Adam Ellis after this moved and got another job.

Monday, March 16, 2015

R. L. Stine’s Twitter Story


In October of 2012 R. L. Stine the author of the wildly popular children’s horror stories series--Goosebumps--gave his followers on Twitter an extra treat.

On the 31st he sent 13 entertaining tweets one after another between 12:49 PM and 1:02 PM. In these tweets he managed to share a complete jump story.

The way he separated this story out turns some parts of his tale into cliffhangers. However, to make this story easier to read I have kept the endings of each sentence together.

Here are his 13 tweets put together:

His story is about a vengeful farmer--

Here is a Halloween story for kids. If you read it aloud, the last line should be shouted.

A farmer named Ferris had bare fields. He didn’t know what to plant. One night, walking on a dark country road, he saw an old farmer planting seeds in a field. The old farmer introduced himself: “My name is Yost. It rhymes with ghost. 

He said he planted pumpkin seeds every year for Halloween. 

Ferris waited till the old man went to his watering hose. Then he stole all the seeds, He didn’t wait till morning. He planted the seeds in his field as fast as he could. 

Soon, Ferris watched the pumpkin vines sprout and grow long

He began to feel guilty. “How could I steal that man’s seeds? I must go apologize.” He walked down the country road but he couldn’t find the old man’s farm. 

Another farmer came by on a tractor. 

He said, “No one has farmed that land for 100 yearsIts been abandoned since they buried a crazy old farmer there.” 

Ferris went back to his farm. The vines were thick and long

That night he heard strange moans and groans from his field. A big fall moon sent cold light down over the vines. 

The vines seemed to slither on the ground like snakes. 

As he walked, they curled around his ankles. They started to tighten. Ferris kicked at them

He tried to free himself. 

But the vines strangled Ferris and pulled him into the dirt. “Why? Why did you do this to me?” Ferris cried. 

And the old farmer replied, “Because my name is Yost--and it rhymes with GHOST!”


The last word in this tale is shouted because it is a jump story. This means it startles the listener-- making them jump.

I share a ghost Jump Story that Mark Twain told on stage here. And here is another one told to a group of tourists on a ghost tour in London.


I talk about traditional Jump Stories here.