Statues come to life

Many universities around the world have some sort of statues or monuments in front of their main building. It might be a statue of the creator, benefactor, alumnus or an abstract symbol. A popular myth is that at night those statues come to life and move around the campus. 

The legend varies from institution to institution, but the pattern is the same. Some colleges might even have monuments of animals or different types of fantastic creatures. The University of Cincinnati, for example, has stone lions in front of its McMicken Hall, which some students believe they have heard growl at night. 

 

Some variations of the legend say that the statues only move when a virgin or a cheater walks past them. Others go even further and describe paintings and other objects coming to life as well. Students from Michigan State University, for instance, claim that the portrait of Mary Mayo moves its eyes and follows you through the room.

Source: www.topuniversities.com

The Halloween massacre

The Halloween massacre is one of the most famous college myths of all time. It is not certain how and when it actually started, but it has made its way into most American universities. For decades now, it has created panic and fear among thousands of students (and possibly even a few professors as well). 

The legend goes that a popular psychic has made a prediction that on a Halloween night a masked man (in some variations, he is dressed as Little Bo Peep) will enter the campus of a university that starts with the letter 'M' or 'W' and is located near a pond/lake/river, railroad track, or cemetery. He will then kill everybody there. This story has existed for many years now, but no massacre has happened yet. 

However, students from all around the country still fear it, especially at colleges such as the University of Michigan, Michigan State University, the University of Minnesota and the University of Wisconsin.

Source: www.topuniversities.com

Empire State Building Bermuda Triangle

For centuries, sailors have feared wandering into the Bermuda Triangle, the patch of the Atlantic Ocean that allegedly turns navigation systems haywire and swallows ships without a trace. 

A few years ago, New York City drivers had similar fears about an equally terrifying place: Midtown.

Around 2008, drivers started complaining that within a 5-block radius of the Empire State Building, their cars would inexplicably die and refuse to start again.

“It was almost every day,” says Rony Yaakobovitch, manager of NYC Tire and Auto Care in Hell’s Kitchen. “We used to pick up those cars, take them a few blocks, and they would start.”

His best guess is that radio signals from the broadcast beacon on the tower were disabling alarm systems in cars and preventing them from starting.

About a year ago, the phenomenon disappeared as mysteriously as it began. Yet the broadcast beacon is still there. Hmmm . . . 

Source: nypost.com

My Cousin Attended Her Own Funeral

The funeral of my cousin was really strange... Especially when I saw her standing in the corner of the church.

The church was full of family and we just sat listening to the service and to others saying their goodbyes. It was nothing extravagant, but it was nice. I get distracted really easily because of my dyspraxia, so I was looking around and I saw her in the corner, looking at her own coffin.

I stared. I wasn't scared or shocked, I just didn't want to look away. My cousin, who had died a few weeks ago was standing right there. I won't tell you how she died, but it wasn't of natural causes.

I heard my name be called from the front, signaling that it was my turn to say a few words. I got up and went to the front. When I looked back, she was gone. I almost wanted to cry, the only time I would see her again, and I turned my back on her.

I said my bit, as well as I could through the tears and went back to my seat. When the service was over, we all went outside. I saw her again, standing by the trees. I walked to her as quietly and casually as I could. I stood in front of her. She smiled at me and told me she wasn't in pain anymore. I tried not to cry at that statement. I knew which sort of pain she meant and who caused it.

I nodded as I tried not to cry, and she vanished.

I have seen her around. I stayed at her house to sort things out. Her boyfriend keeps seeing her too. He's creeped out by it, but I'm just happy to see her. The loss isn't so bad if the person you miss keeps turning up to comfort you.

Source: yourghoststories