(06-03-2014 10:23 PM)L M McCoy Wrote: can you share some good ghost stories? I have trouble building rapport. Feel free to PM if you would like.
No point giving you one of mine - better to teach you how to do your own. The trick is not to tell an existing ghost story as is, but modify them to be more relatable to the female audience. Know how to be a good storyteller, with lots of eye contact.
My rules of thumb are:
- a place they could actually go to;
- with a relatable reason for being there;
- built upon something that had happened that other people might know about, or would expect to have happened there.
There's a fourth one, but I'll talk about it at the end.
So you want specific locations to the area you're in - maybe you're an urban explorer, or you were surveying an old building, or checking out a rental property and
something happened.
The idea is to be really casual in the telling at the beginning, sounding like you don't *really* believe in the supernatural, but,
man, this was
weird - your telling should slow down, halt now and then, create tension, and by the conclusion it should sound like you can't really explain it. So you're sounding skeptical,
but...
I don't think girls want a guy with his head in the clouds: more one that won't criticise her for having her head in them.
If you steer the conversation to weird experiences, you let them tell theirs first, then escalate in intensity. It works best in groups when there's multiple girls listening, and towards the end of the night, when people aren't far off pairing off and leaving. Always paint yourself as stoic in the situation, and as the protector of the woman. Always signal out the women as being the ones who sensed the supernatural more than the men - part of the female hamster process with anything fantasy-based involves believing that men aren't
in tune the way women are.
One specific to my town: "Yeah, a mate and I were driving our dates home from a party one night and [one of the girls] said she wanted to look at the lights of the town. Thought it sounded like a good way to chill for a bit, so we drove up [a road on the hill]. We're all drinking, good vibe, having fun, then, suddenly, the party just died. Everyone stopped Like a light switch had been flicked, you know?
"One of the girls said "Hey, this sounds weird..." and then her friend suddenly said "Yeah, I know. We should go. Now," and they start heading for the car
"My mate is saying "C'mon, don't ruin the fun," but they're real uncomfortable and bitching about how cold it's getting, so I tell I'll jack the heat up in the car, and we start driving off.
"As we're coming down the big sweep of the hill, there's suddenly these headlights out of nowhere coming down the hill behind us. Which is weird, cause it's a dead end. They must have been sitting there in the dark watching us, and I figured this must have spooked the girls. You know how you can tell when you're being watched?
"The girls say they're coming really fast, but my mate just shrugs and says they'll overtake us, but they don't. They just come right up on our bumper really close, shining their lights through the rear window. Really bright.
"I figure it's just someone being a tool - probably pissed off we interrupted their make out session, but then the girls say they can hear them laughing and they sound like kids mucking around. Probably drunk. Which is fair enough, cause we all had a decent buzz going. More power to them.
"So [my mate] and I figure, when the road meets the main one, we've got to stop at the intersection, so we reckon we'll both leap out of the car, run up to the windows, and give them the scare of their life, cause they wouldn't be expecting it.
"[The girl] says not to do it 'cause it's just causing trouble, but we say "Nah, it'll be a laugh," so we finally reach the intersection, and they're *right* up our arse, and he yanks the handbrake on, and we jump out, ready to scare the shit out of them.
"So we jump out, and there's nothing there behind us. No headlights at all. Empty road. Blackness. The girls start screaming."
"We get back in the car, real confused by this. The girls are holding onto each other, shaking, and saying they want to go home, but my mate is real stubborn, and says they must have pulled off, so says we'll go back for a quick look.
"The girls are screaming 'Let's just go!', but he turns the car around, and starts driving back real slow, but there's nowhere they could have pulled off and we end up where we started. Nothing. He says it's a hell of a joke, admits defeat and turns around.
"About halfway back, I notice something by the side of the road. I didn't see it the first time cause of the lights, but now it stood out. So he shines his headlights on it and him and I jump out for a closer look.
"It's one of those white memorial crosses for car accident victims, with five names on it. All teenagers.
"I'm not saying it could have been that, but... yeah.. hell of a thing. Can't really explain it."
And this is
why you should build your stories on local legend and familiar places because, the larger the group, the most likely someone will validate you without you having to reveal what you found out.
Usually, a girl knows this story. "OMG, I've totally heard about that. These 5 kids from [local high school] were speeding up there and crashed! They all died!" Most likely, someone will know a friend-of-a-friend who was related to one of them.
This is when you lightly-shrug. "Huh. Didn't hear of that." Don't look scared, or challenged, or flustered. Stoic. The girls will notice.
If you want to go for broke with a girl, you pull out my fourth rule of thumb: 'Maybe, just maybe,
it followed you home.'
In this case I'd say "The girls were real upset and [girl a] asked [girl b] to stay the night with her. Of course, we both volunteered, but they were really pissed off with us for going back, so it wasn't happening.
"By the time me mate and I get back to mine, we're joking about it and say they'll get over it. Give him a nod as he roars off up the street and start - slowly - walking up my driveway. Had a bit to drink by this stage. Then his headlights come up behind me, so I step off onto the lawn to get out of his way. Figure the dumb prick has forgotten something.
"I turn around to give him shit and there's nothing there. Man, I must have been really fucking drunk."
Their minds will fill in the rest.