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This is true and u can Google it if u want
There was a lady before i was born in my hometown of Mississippi who was thought to be a witch.The actual town was named Ya zoo Mississippi.She would do all kinds of unspeakable things including lure young men to her home never to be seen again.The part im about to tell is not for the squeamish so please skip this part but it was rumored that she aborted unwanted fetuses with a pencil.
It is said that when she grew old she knew she was going to die.Her doctors later reported that she would scream and writhe around saying she heard the cries of the aborted babies.Before she died she told the doctors that was attending her that if she was not chained down and turned away from the sun on her burial day that her spirit would burn down the town.The townsfolk didnt believe her and gave the old witch a poppers burial.
Well that same night a ball of fire appeared out of no where and started jumping from building to building burning down the town..To stop the fire the people had to do as the witch had bade them to do.
To this day the chains are still there placed across the grave and if you touch them u will be
jailed.

Witch of Yazoo
[9 Oct 2011 | | 4 Comments | ]

Witch of Yazoo

According to local Yazoo City, Mississippi, legend, the Witch of Yazoo rose from her grave and the chain links surrounding it and burned down the city in 1904. Late author and University of Mississippi writer-in-residence Willie Morris made the story famous in his 1971 book, Good Ole Boy. The witch’s grave is located in the middle of Glenwood Cemetery and surrounded by broken chain links. Morris is buried 13 steps away. Guided tours of the cemetery, located on Lithinia Street, are available by calling 662-746-1815 and end at the grave of The Witch of Yazoo.



i didnt know how to post the youtube link so i googled it,hope u enjoyed my story

There was a couple in Europe who had just moved into an old castle. It wasn't long before they decided to empty out the wine cellar. They found a large barrel of brandy and decided to serve some of it at their upcoming Halloween party. They tried moving it and even got a few friends to help, but they couldn't budge it.  So they decided to just serve all the guests and themselves directly from the barrel in order to empty the barrel and make it easier to move later on. A few days after the party, they went into the cellar and tried to move the barrel again. It still wouldn't move. The husband got his saw in order to cut it into smaller pieces and they cut off the top of the barrel. Inside the barrel was a long since dead body preserved from the alcohol in the brandy.

Wow these stories are a great start to this fantastic contest.

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blue

Omg this is way too cute! Love stories..........can i enter too blue please huh huh!! Just kidding but good luck all your stories are spooktacular!  >:D

One day 3 girls named Lacy, Maggie, and Jessica were having a sleepover at Lacy’s house. Lacy’s parents went to a festibal and stayed the night at her grandparents house for the weekend. They let Lacy have some friends over to keep her company. But they could not invite boys. Lacy did not listen to her parents and invited her boyfriend, Kaleb, and Jessicas boyfriend, Stephen. Lacy, Maggie, and Jessica were in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Lacy jumped off the kitchen counter and walked toward the front door. She unlocked it and opened it up. No one was there. Lacy looked around the porch but she couldn’t find anyone there. “Are they here yet?” asked Jessica, excited to see Stephen. “No, probably just some ‘ding-dong ditchers’ or something” replied Lacy. “Or maybe it was Kaleb and Stephen playing around with us.” said Maggie. “Maybe..whatever” said Lacy. Suddenly, there were rustling through the bushes in Lacy’s front yard. Lacy turned around and still saw nothing. Thinking though it was a small animal like a rabbit or a skunk, she closed the door and walked back into the kitchen. As she walked up to the kitchen counter to meet with Jessica and Maggie, the doorbell rang once again, and Lacy ran toward the door, to maybe catch the “Ding-Dong Ditchers” that might be playing a trick on them. Lacy ran and oped the door, and there was Kaleb and Stephen standing with some packs of beer. “Kaleb! Stephen!” yelled Lacy. “Hey Lacy! Got some packs” Said Kaleb. “Yep, by the way, you still owe me for those.” said Stephen. “Fine, but lets get in, it’s freezing out here” “Agreed!”. Lacy let Stephen and Kaleb walk in. She took one last look outside and shut the door behind her.They walked into the kitchen. Jessica jumped off the counter and ran and hugged Stephen as he walk in. Kaleb put the pack of beer on the counter and went over to Lacy and kissed her softly on the lips. “So, what do you guys want to do?” asked Stephen. “Well….lets tell stories” suggested Maggie. “What types of stories?” asked Jessica. “I got this very creepy scary story that happened in Holton not that long ago” replied Maggie. “Well, we have nothing better to do.” said Kaleb.
“Lets go into the living room” said Lacy. Everyone made their way to the living room as Kaleb picked up the pack of beer. They all sat down in a circle and lower the lights. “ok, this happened about a year ago in Holton.” started Maggie “There was this group of teenagers that were all alone and didn’t have anything to do. Well they got drunk and then started hearing things. They heard scratching on the walls and the doorbell ringing repeatedly. They all finally went to sleep and the parents found them all dead with their index finger cut off.” “Ewwww!” Yelled Jessica. “I don’t get it……how was their index finger cut off? And how did they die?” Asked Kaleb. “Murderer could have killed them! But police say it was probably alcohol poisoning. And the index finger, people say it because you use it to ring the doorbell. But again, police say, they could have cut them off cause they were really drunk.” “….oh” Said Lacy.”Well, i am thirsty! Wanna beer Lacy?” asked Kaleb. “Nah, but thanks for asking!” “Whatever”. The rest grabbed a beer and got really drunk. They yelled and wobbled every where. Lacy didn’t want to be around them, so she went upstairs and fell asleep. As she fell asleep, she hear the doorbell ring repeatedly, but she figured it was just her friends. She went to sleep.

The next morning, Lacy went down stairs. When she reached the end of that stairs, she found all of her friend dead. laying motionless on the floor. Each of them with no index finger. She turned around and saw, written in blood ‘Don’t Ring The Door Bell’.

Username winner86 at Winaday

Scary, funny and true:

Around the age of 16, a few friends and myself hopped out to the cemetery at night on Hallowe'en and started having a seance (I didn't say we were smart 16 year olds..lol)
All is calm and quiet, so of course, we ask for a sign from the spirits.
Then it came: what sounded like the hounds of Hell, barking and howling, dozens and right nearby. We grabbed our gear and ran like schoolgirls to the car and took off.
We drove back the next day during light.
Beside the cemetery? A Beagle Farm!

acct: taktahu

The details are thin, but what we know so far is this: There is a lady from Laie named Nalani who, in some unknown freak accident, lost both her son, her lover, and so, too, her mind. Now she haunts the murky waters of the lagoon with angry arms and huge, fried black hair, like the “before” picture in a Garnier Fructis commercial. This Laie Lady hasn’t had a bath in a while, yet her nightgown is as white as a bleached sheet, and her eyes as crazy as Gary Busey’s in a bar fight. Where she comes from, why she’s so clean, and why she’s so pissed at us just for sitting on a boat is a mystery.

So, like many, I tried to interview her, but she was too skittish and paranoid to call me back for even a quick chat. At least, that’s what I tell myself about all the women who ignore my calls.

username-kynettie

Stories of the unknown or of ghosts in the islands of Hawaii are often referred to as "Obake" or monster that can transform. Due to the Japanese influence in the Hawaiian chain, the word Obake has made its way into the 'pidgin' or broken English that is spoken throughout the islands. Traditional 'Obake' speaks of the faceless apparitions that seem to haunt the islands. Here are just a few more tales of the unknown.
Blaisdell Center on Oahu is said to be haunted by a ghost named "chop chop" and several others. According to rumors 'chop chop' had lost everything from gambling and hung himself on the west side of the building. There have been several reports of an odd smell of smoke and cigarettes.

No one knows for sure if 'chop chop' had been a smoker. Although with signs posted everywhere that the Blaisdell is a non smoking area, visitors have reported taking pictures only to have the "no smoking" signs disappear from their pictures.

Aiea High School like so many other schools was built to help teach the children. But Aiea, like Konaweana had had their share of ghostly attendance. Aiea's R building has had reports of unearthly noises and lights. Supposedly both schools were built on old grave sites were the bodies of the deceased were removed. (Or were they?)

In Konaweana, lockers have been known to open on their own. Basketballs can be heard in the Gym, even though there is no one in the locked building. Some people have seen night games playing on the foot ball field. But there is one particular thing both of these schools have in common, ghostly apparitions sighted on a regular basis.

Hauula also known as Pounder Beach is known to have a mother roaming the shore in an attempt to save her child from drowning. Many reports at this spot are that of a female voice calling out as if looking for someone. Some have even seen splashes in the water on the most still of nights. But mostly people in this area have heard the child's cry for its mother. Apparently even in death they are not united. I wouldn't go here at night if I were you; just the sound of the child's splashing in the water is enough to send chills down even the most hard core skeptic.

Barber's Point has its fare tales of haunts that are more on a friendly side. Quite a number of years back a young woman was found in her yellow "bug" vehicle. Police reports suggest fowl play. None the less the woman's spirit is said to haunt the area. Greeting the new security guards that are posted around the area. One such sighting was that of a man named "Jim".

Roughly around 11 pm. He was out and about surveying the area when he saw a yellow car in the parking lot with a woman asleep in the back seat. He tried to wake her up but to no avail. When he returned to his post to call in the incident, he was told to look again. Sure enough the car was gone.
Highway 1 on the island of Oahu is said to be the most active spot on all the islands. From sightings of children to warriors, driving a certain stretch of road alone can be quite never racking.

When the highway was first constructed, workers would often complain of giant boulders that had moved into the freshly leveled road. Some have reported seeing ancient warrior like figures standing around the road. There were also reports of equipment malfunctioning, batteries dying in the machines as well as chanting.

Since the completion of the highway, many motorists have encountered 'hitch-hikers'. One such incident was that of a woman being pulled over because her children were not properly buckled up. When the officer checked the van, he saw small childlike hand prints on the back of the window but no children. The owner of the van swears she has never had any kids. The officer also reported that just before he pulled the woman over, the children that he saw in the back waved to him.

Pali Road is a great spot to watch the sunset, but you best not stay all night. There are reports of a "tunnel" that appears in the late night hours. As to where it goes, no one is certain. One thing is true though. No one goes through it and comes back.

There are just so many different personal experiences and photos that have unusual things show up in them. But to live here in Hawaii, it is a common thing to see. Hawaii is just so rich in history that it would be odd if there wasn't anything supernatural to come out of it.
One thing is for certain, if you come to Hawaii and know where too look, any thing is possible.


username-kynettie

One night  a woman went out for drinks with her girlfriends. She left the bar fairly late at night, got in her car and onto the deserted highway. She noticed a lone pair of headlights in her rear-view mirror, approaching at a pace just slightly quicker than hers. As the car pulled up behind her she glanced and saw the turn signal on —the car was going to pass — when suddenly it swerved back behind her, pulled up dangerously close to her tailgate and the brights flashed.
  Now she was getting nervous. The lights dimmed for a moment and then the brights came back on and the car behind her surged forward. The frightened woman struggled to keep her eyes on the road and fought the urge to look at the car behind her. Finally, her exit approached but the car continued to follow, flashing the brights periodically.

  Through every stoplight and turn, it followed her until she pulled into her driveway. She figured her only hope was to make a mad dash into the house and call the police. As she flew from the car, so did the driver of the car behind her — and he screamed, "Lock the door and call the police! Call 911!"

When the police arrived the horrible truth was finally revealed to the woman. The man in the car had been trying to save her. As he pulled up behind her and his headlights illuminated her car, he saw the silhouette of a man with a butcher knife rising up from the back seat to stab her, so he flashed his brights and the figure crouched back down.

The moral of the story: Always check the back seat!




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Hope that spooked you ;]

Old Waialae Drive-In Theater on Waialae Avenue: This outdoor theater, which closed in the 1980s, was next to an old graveyard. For years there were stories about a faceless woman who haunted the women’s bathroom, pounding on stall doors or appearing in the mirror. According to some accounts, the figure didn’t have feet or a face. 



username-kynettie    win a day

When I was 11 years old, we moved into a new place.  I would get an uneasy feeling when the sun was setting and it became dark, but I wasn't sure why.  The door that led into the garage creaked loudly when it was opened and closed.  Strangely I began hearing it opening late at night, I would convince myself someone was getting something from the garage.  On the nights my mother would go out, I would hear the door and think she was home... but then I wouldn't hear her come in.  A few times I worked up the courage to run out just to check- nothing.  I kept telling myself it was just my imagination because I was eager to have her home.  I still kept hearing it all during the nights...
When we were moving out, I told my Mom how I had felt uneasy since we moved there.  She then decided to tell me that she found out before we moved in someone had been murdered in the house but didn't tell me because she didn't want to scare me!!  I don't think hearing the door was just my imagination...

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I was at a trolley station in my hometown. I wouldn't say I hit rock bottom, but I was pretty close.  I was homeless, hungry, had no money and nowhere to go so I decided the Palomar Street station would be my lodging for the night. 

As I was trying to settle in, trying my best to "blend" into the station and its fixtures, I catch sight of 3 silhouettes making their way towards the station. As they come closer, I see that they are actually 3 small children, who eventually come towards me. 
     "Auntie", they started off the conversation respectfully, "Auntie, do you have anything to eat?, we are starving." 
     "Where are your parents?, " I asked them, "Why are you out here in the cold?"
     "Our father died a few years ago, he was stabbed to death, and our mother couldn't take it so soon after she committed suicide by jumping onto the trolley tracks", the oldest replied.  He continued to explain how they had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, and have been ducking and doing whatever it takes to avoid the police/authorities so they wouldn't get split up.

The boys were ages 11, 9, and 7. Their names coincidentally were the same names as my 2 brothers and father.  Sadly, the one thing we all had in common is we were hungry. 

    "Don't worry," I replied,  "Auntie will get you something to eat, please wait here, I'll be back." 
     "You promise?" the youngest asked me, shivering.
      "Yes, I give you my word".  I stated.

At this point, needless to say, my plan was to steal from the 24/7 quick mart across the street. All my issues went out the window, my top priority now was to feed them.  As I was in the store, "playing the role" of a legitimate shopper, I did the motions, reach into my back pocket, which all of a sudden wasn't empty.  To my surprise, I pull out a brand, new crisp, mint condition $20 bill.  Now I was as happy as a clam because I am now able to feed the kids -- without any risk of going to jail.

I return and we all eat.  We had milk, peanut butter sandwiches, chips, everything healthy yet filling that a quick mart could provide.  After that, we all settled in for the night at the trolley station under the benches.  I wrapped up the 7 year old in my sweater and made pillows for his brothers by wrapping up my shoes in my extra T-shirt. For once in my homeless journey, I didn't feel uncomfortable or lonely, I was oddly contempt.  Soon after I fell into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, the boys were gone.  The milk was still there, but the rest of the loaf of bread was missing.  I gathered my things, threw the trash away and started to look for them.  Not trying to give off the impression of a would-be kidnapper or perv in any way, I tried asking people coming to the station if they saw the boys and if so, in which direction where they headed.  I went as far as asking the catering truck owner about the boys right after he got situated at the station--He blew me off.

At this point, I was questioning sanity and whether or not I had any.  The two $1-dollar bills and loose change in my pocket didn't help confirm or deny whether or not last night really happened.  That's when the catering truck owner flagged me down. 

      "Miss, I'm sorry about being rude to you earlier, please forgive me, but now I have to tell you miss, those 3 boys that you're looking for, ages 11, 9 and 7, right?, they were this tall, blah, blah, blah...."   the catering truck owner continues giving his description of them, as if he were looking at a photo, his description was dead on. "Well Miss, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but you're not going to find them or ever see them again --because they are ghosts". 
     "Come again?!?"  I replied, now wishing I was truly mental.   
      "Those boys are dead Miss, they have been for a while now.  Don't waste another second looking for them.  I also know that you were kind when dealing with them as a matter of fact, because you're alive and talking to me about it". 

Urban legend is that the 3 boys come to the trolley station now and again asking someone for help.  How "the victim" reacts/responds determines his/her fate.  Apparently those who drove them away, were rude and malicious towards them died shortly after by "falling" onto to the tracks getting run over by the trolley, "falling" onto the street getting run over by a semi-truck, or "falling" dead in his/her tracks from a heart attack.  .

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This is a true story:

Several years ago my brother, my boyfriend and I were in New Orleans.  We went to visit St. Louis Cemetery (can't remember which one of them).  Anyway, we were walking around and my boyfriend and I saw a young girl dressed in a plaid skirt with suspenders, outfit looked very old.  She looked frantic and was motioning toward us and toward the entrance.  It looked like she was trying to talk, but we could not hear anything. We turned to tell my brother and when we looked back, she was gone, nowhere to be found.  We got spooked and headed for the exit, quickly.  We we got there, we saw a big groups of not so nice looking people heading towards the entrance.  We ran for the car and took off.  All we could think is that she was a ghost who was trying to warn us.

My husband and I rented a small house in my hometown. I knew the couple who lived in the house many years before and the wife had died in the house and wasn't discovered for three days. They were kind, good people and knew me as a small child. The husband used to dress up as Santa for me. He worked with my father in a refinery. Now to the story.

Not long after we moved into the house I began to notice odd things. Items would be moved, the shower curtain would be pulled open or closed when I was fairly sure I had left it the opposite direction, soft noises like footsteps or floor boards creaking. I had a picture of Jesus in the hallway and it would never stay on the wall. I checked the nail, used a stud finder (it was a lightweight picture), and could never explain why it fell. I saw what I called dancing lights-small points of light that "danced" all over the house. Our dog would stand in the doorway of the bedroom and tremble and growl and he would not go into the room. I could not sleep in that room so we moved into the spare bedroom.

I was afraid to go into the garage to do laundry unless my husband was with me. I'm not sure why I was afraid but my palms would sweat and my mouth would get dry. A couple of times while cooking dinner I thought I heard a voice say, "Smells good." No one was home but me.

I became so frightened that when my husband went to work I would stay with my parents and come home when my husband got home. I never found any plausible explanations for the events. I looked to see if cars were driving down the street with their lights on when I would see the dancing lights. When the picture would fall I would run to the front porch to see if a large truck had gone down the street. I could not connect the paranormal activities with physical activities.

We stayed until our six month lease was up and moved out. I have never been a believer in the paranormal and am still skeptical but I cannot explain the strange events while living in that house. I've had no other experiences.

Firstly, a very warm welcome to our new members in this thread.  Secondly, I'm loving all these great stories; keep them coming.

....and finally, as there have been 10 unique submissions in this thread, another $50 prize has been added to the pot!

blue

NOT SCARY but too funny to not post it...

When my son was 5 years old I took him and his aunt (she's just one year older than him) trick-or-treating in the neighborhood.  As we approached one house I thought how great it was decorated.  It had a big front porch with a wide railing.  All along the railing were jack-o-lanterns lit with candles...very spooky.

The kids walked to the front door, knocked and a sweet little old lady  opened the door.  Marc and Mary said together, "Treat or Treat" and received their goodies.  I guess in an attempt to hone their "manners" the lady said, "What do you say?"  I'm sure she was shocked when instead of hearing thank you, Mary blurted out, "YOU'RE PUMPKIN IS ON FIRE!"

To this day the smell of burning pumpkin guts takes me back to Halloween 1989!

LAURIEK

  Nothing scarier than staring at someone in a department store and having a strange feeling that you might know them....and then realize that it was me in a mirror!

Viola's Ghost

In the small West Texas town of Alpine is the grave of a young girl who died long ago.  Her name was Viola.  If you look hard enough you will find the grave.  Her name is on a small cross, and covering the site where her casket lies in the ground is a huge pile of flourescent colored stones.  Her mother put the stones there, long ago, as Viola loved to collect and color stones and give them as gifts to all who knew her.

If you go to Viola's grave on Halloween, legend has it, and dare to take one of those colored stones, Viola's ghost will one day rise up and find you.  She'll take back the stone you stole and return with it to her grave. 

Alpine is a college town, and this legend has been passed down through many many generations of young college students.  You can be sure that each Halloween, many are tempted to and some actually do go visit Viola's grave and snatch one of the stones.

No matter how hard they try to keep it, not one student yet has managed to be able to produce the stone they took!  (Myself included)

To this day, the pile on her grave is still piled high with the colored stones thegrieving mother gave to her daughter, Viola.


username: chillymellow @ winaday

Message Body:
He stalks you at night
He’s thin and tall
Out of your sight
He’s pale and bald

He has no face or eyes to be seen
You’ll be gone in a flash
No one hears you scream

He causes fear, pain, then death
But pay him no mind
Or you’ll die like the rest

He wears a black suit, black tie, black shoes
Pay him no mind
Or it’s you, he’ll choose

Bullets don’t work, as those he’ll deflect
You’d best just run
Or it’s you he’ll dissect

Moving away would be a feasible plan
But he’ll always find you
For he is Slenderman.

I was going to college in a rough part of LA.  I would arrive at school early due to traffic.  I was sitting in my car and this woman in a light purple jogging suit with gray hair approached my passenger side window and began knocking.  I was pretending I didn't see or hear her because you never know what their intentions are.  She was very persistent, and I finally gave in.  When I looked over at her, she was holding a gun and asked me if I would shoot her!  (no kidding)  I said absolutely not.  It was then I realized she didn't have a face.  I was really scared and didn't know what to do.  All of a sudden, I just rolled down the window, grabbed the gun and shot her in the chest.  She dropped to the pavement.  I got out of my car and put her in the back seat as I didn't want anyone to see what I did.  I then put the gun in my purse and made my way into the auditorium of the school.  I needed to get rid of that gun.  As I neared the bathroom, I could see about 4 people from the school staff coming toward me.  I ran into the bathroom stall and on the floor was a skimmer of sorts (like the ones a pool would have).  I could see the water swirling around so I took the clear cover off and dumped the gun.  I walked out of the bathroom and the 4 people (3 guys and a lady) were waiting for me to question me about the shooting.  I began hyperventilating and then...... I WOKE UP! 

i was at school parked on a street - just like in my dream - sleeping.  This dream was SOOO real to me that it took me about 15 minutes to realize it never happened.  I was in a cold sweat and shaking.  I looked in the back seat of my car and outside to make sure there wasn't anyone lying there.  Needless to say, that dream is seared in my memory like it was yesterday and this happened over 19 years ago.  It still bothers me.  This is a totally true story.

User:  Lols @ Winaday

The Darkness

The darkness comes from deep inside.
It creeps up from out of your dark side.
Gnawing at your flesh by your graveside.
Of a life that you feel lives you mortified.
Creeping death shivers down your spine.
You feel it wrap around, you feel it reassign.
Your screams and visions will all align.
Under the moon they will combine.
The cares and the worries you place on today.
Are replaced by blinding pain in your temple, you have nothing to say.
Your feel all hope go floating away.
Leaving you alone, as your body starts to decay.
You see your life end, but when did it begin?
You fall to your knees as your thoughts go within.
The deepest part of your soul, under your skin.
You see the vision of the bitter end.
You stay alive as the skin and muscle fall from your bones.
You get lightheaded and collapse on your knee bone's.
You feel like you're in an episode of the twilight zone.
All you can do is let out a little moan.
You finally succumb to your fate.
You finally become the desolate.
Roaming the earth as deaths advocate.
Bringing your victims to hells gate.

LaurieK @ Winaday

The Clown Statue (An Urban Legend???)
By David Emery
So-and-so's friend, a girl in her teens, is babysitting for a family in Newport Beach, Ca. The family is wealthy and has a very large house — you know the sort, with a ridiculous amount of rooms. Anyways, the parents are going out for a late dinner/movie. The father tells the babysitter that once the children are in bed she should go into this specific room (he doesn't really want her wandering around the house) and watch TV there.
The parents take off and soon she gets the kids into bed and goes to the room to watch TV. She tries watching TV, but she is disturbed by a clown statue in the corner of the room. She tries to ignore it for as long as possible, but it starts freaking her out so much that she can't handle it.
She resorts to calling the father and asks, "Hey, the kids are in bed, but is it okay if I switch rooms? This clown statue is really creeping me out."
The father says seriously, "Get the kids, go next door and call 911."
She asks, "What's going on?"
He responds, "Just go next door and once you call the police, call me back."
She gets the kids, goes next door, and calls the police. When the police are on the way, she calls the father back and asks, "So, really, what's going on?"
He responds, "We don't HAVE a clown statue." He then further explains that the children have been complaining about a clown watching them as they sleep. He and his wife had just blown it off, assuming that they were having nightmares.
The police arrive and apprehend the "clown," who turns out to be a midget. A midget clown! I guess he was some homeless person dressed as a clown, who somehow got into the house and had been living there for several weeks. He would come into the kids' rooms at nights and watch them while they slept. As the house was so large, he was able to avoid detection, surviving off their food, etc. He had been in the TV room right before the babysitter right came in there. When she entered he didn't have enough time to hide, so he just froze in place and pretended to be a statue.

LaurieK @ Winaday

PS:  I HATE clowns --- they're just freakin' creepy!

Hey everyone,

thanks for such a great feedback on our Halloween contest! As blue said, keep the stories coming as the more there is, the more winners will we get to pick.
;)

The best of luck to you all!

Cheers Jack

Hi I got a Scary/funny great story I once found. Better share this with you. To get Really into the Halloween spirit HEHE  >:D

A Foggy LCB Halloween night


A man is walking home alone late one foggy Halloween night, when behind him he hears:

BUMP…

BUMP…

BUMP…


Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.

BUMP…

BUMP…

BUMP…


Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him.

FASTER…

FASTER..

BUMP…

BUMP…

BUMP……

He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping.

clappity-BUMP…

clappity-BUMP….

clappity-BUMP…


on his heels, as the terrified man runs.

Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, he locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.

With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.

Bumping and clapping toward him.

The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup! Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket…

and,


(hopefully you’re ready for this!!!)











The coffin stops !

 

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I also got a great story to tell. This is from a friend I know through Facebook. Who is from US...

Firefighters are required to wear their full gear on all safety calls, even to advise homeowners of a county ordinance against burning leaves after dark.

At Halloween couple years ago, two co-workers waited on the porch of one such offending household, helmets in hand, until a woman finally opened the door. Promptly dropping a candy bar into each helmet, she remarked, “You boys are a little old for this sort of thing, aren’t you?” and closed the door.

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about 3 weeks before Halloween I took a pair of my jeans,a shirt,and a old pair of boots stuff them full of straw put them in a chair and put a pumpkin for the head .had made a pumpkin man.for 3 weeks everyone  had got used to seeing him sitting in a chair in front of my house.come Halloween I took the clothes  and put them on cut a pumpkin to fit over my head & sit in the chair waiting  for dark . About 3 groups of people were walking on the sidewalk to teens age boys thought they would knock Mr. pumpkin man over when they reach to push pumpkin man over. Mr.Pumpkin  man stood up and grab one of the teens by the arm the boy scream the death scream while the other boy pee in his pants. before the night was over Mr. Pumpkin man had made  9 adults pee in there pants had people screaming & Running for their life.It's been 10 year now people still talk about the Halloween night that Mr.Pumpkin Man came Alive.No one has seen him since that night. until 3 weeks ago i seen him sitting in my front yard.this could be the year of the return of the Pumpkin Man Beware!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Very cool Eddie!! That would have been great to see!!

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A couple was invited to a Halloween party, so they hired a teenager named Maria to babysit their 8 month-old baby. After some time the baby felt asleep and Maria went to the master bedroom to watch tv.

When she was watching tv, she noticed on the corner of the room a creepy clown statue, she got a sheet from the closet and covered it. Then she went to lay in bed again, falling asleep.

After some time, she woke up because she heard a "thump", thinking that something felt off the shelf, she felt asleep again. Then the phone rang, she went downstairs to pick up, but all she heard was a heavy breathing.

"Probably are my friends playing a joke on me" she thought, and hung up, when she was heading upstairs, the phone rang again. This time she answered "You guys stop it". But a male scratchy voice replied: "I'm closer than you think".

Scared, she ran upstairs and hid under the bed. Few minutes passed by and she heard another "thump", but was louder and the phone started to ring again. She went again to pick up the phone. She answered: "Just leave me alone", but the voice said: "I'm warning the police".

Maria ran again upstairs and hid again under the bed. When she heard the loudest "thump", she decided to check on the baby, but when she was getting out from under the bed...SLASH!, the clown chopped her head off. Her scream was so nerve breaking, that when the neighbors heard it, they called the police.

When the police arrived, they didn't find anything downstairs, so they went upstairs, finding all doors open but the masters bedroom's. When they opened it, they found a strangled baby and the headless body of Maria, and on a corner, a chair with Maria's head on it with a butcher knife next to it and a note saying:

"I warned you guys, didn't I?".

Turns out the clown was a killer that escaped from prison that night.

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Sorry guys this one is bit long. But I absolut love it. Gives a pfiiiiiiz down my spine. If I can say it like that. It is so halloween Scary!!!

Peggy and her boyfriend Tommy were driving down a lonely stretch of highway at dusk when a thunderstorm came crashing down on them. Tommy slowed the car and they crept their way past a formidable abandoned house. Plastered all over the fences and trees were no trespassing signs.

A mile past the house, the car hydroplaned. Peggy screamed as the car slid off the road, plunging down into a gully. The car slammed into a large boulder, throwing Peggy violently into the door, before it came to a rest under a pecan tree. Her head banged against the window, and a stabbing pain shot through her shoulder and arm.

    Tommy turned to her. “Are you all right? You’re bleeding!”
    “Arm, shoulder.  Feel bad,” Peggy managed to gasp.

    Tommy glanced cautiously at her right arm. “I think your arm is broken,” he said, and he tore a strip off his shirt and pressed it to the cut on her head.   “I’m going to call for help,” he said when it became obvious that the bleeding was not going to stop right away.  But neither of them had their cell phones.

     “That house we just passed will have a phone I can use.” Tommy said.
    Peggy’s eyes popped wide open at this statement. Despite her pain, she remembered the creepy abandoned house. “Stay here. A . . . car . . . will come,”

     “I can’t stay, Peggy,” Tommy said, “It could take hours for another car to come, and you‘re losing too much blood.” He tore another strip of his shirt and placed it gently on the cut on her head.  Then he went out and retrieved a couple of blankets from the trunk to cover her with.  “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He raced out into the storm, shutting the dented car door behind him.

    Peggy drifted in a kind of daze.  Something at the back of her mind was making her uneasy. She slid down on to the floor and put her head on the seat, completely covering herself with the blankets, head and all.  Feeling safer, she allowed the weariness caused by the wounds to take over and fell asleep.

    Peggy wasn’t sure what woke her.  Had a beam of light shown briefly through the blanket?  Did she hear someone curse outside?  She strained eyes and ears, but heard nothing save the soft thudding of the rain, and no light shown through the blanket now.  If Tommy had arrived with the rescue squad, there surely would be noise and light and many voices.

 But she heard nothing save the swish of the rain and an occasional thumping noise which she put down to the rubbing of the branches of the pecan tree in the wind.  The sound should have been comforting, but it was not.  Goosebumps crawled across her arms – even the broken one -- and she almost ceased breathing for some time as some deep part of her inner mind instructed her to freeze and not make a sound.  

     She did not know how long fear kept her immobile.  But suddenly the raw terror ceased, replaced by cold shivers of apprehension and a sick coil in her stomach that had nothing to do with her injuries.  Something terrible had happened, she thought wearily, fear adding yet more fatigue to her already wounded body.  Then she scolded herself for a ninny.  It was just her sore head making her imagine things.  

Somewhat comforted by this thought, she dozed again, only vaguely aware of a new sound that had not been there before; a soft thud-thud sound as of something gently tapping the roof.  Thud-thud.  Pattering of the rain.  Thud-thud.  Silence.  Sometimes she would almost waken and listen to it in a puzzled manner.  Thud-thud.  Patter of rain.  Thud-thud.  Had a branch dislodged from the tree?  

    Peggy wasn’t sure how long she’d been unconscious when she was awakened by a bright light blazing through the window of the car and the sound of male voices exclaiming in horror. A door was wrenched open, and someone crawled inside. She lifted her head and looked up at a young state policeman.

    “Miss, are you all right?” he asked and then turned over his shoulder to call for help. Peggy told the officers her story and begged them to look for Tommy. They deftly avoided answering her and instead called the paramedics.

    As the paramedics carried her carefully up the slope of the incline, Peggy looked back at the car—and saw a grotesque figure hanging from a branch of the pecan tree.  For a moment, her brain couldn’t decipher what she was seeing in the bright lights of the police car parked at the side of the road.

 Then she heard a thud-thud sound as the foot of the figure scraped the top of the totaled car, and she started screaming over and over in horror.  One of the police officers hastened to block her view and a paramedic fumbled for some valium to give her as her mind finally registered what she had seen.  

Tommy’s mangled, dead body was hanging from the pecan tree just above the car, and nailed to the center of his chest was a No Trespassing sign.  


Have a great Halloween Guys

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This story is a classic:

“Go straight to the store and don’t fool around,” his mother said sternly as she handed over the money. “Your father’s boss is coming to dinner tonight and we’re having his favorite meal of liver and onions. It’s important that we make a good impression, so get the best liver they’ve got.”

“I will, Ma,” Tommy sulked. His mother had really been after him since he brought home a failing report card.Tommy grabbed his bicycle from the garage and rode down then street.  Then saw his friend Chad. “Come on, Tommy!” Chad called. “The gang’s playing baseball over at the park, and we need a pitcher.”

Immediately, all thoughts of his errand fled from Tommy’s mind. The boys headed towards the park. Tommy pitched a no-hitter to win the game for his team, but by the time it was over, it was dark. Then Tommy remembered his errand. “The liver!” he gasped. “I’ve got to get to the store!”
But, all the local groceries were closed. “My mom’s going to kill me,” he gasped. First the bad report card, and now this! He would be grounded for life.

As he rode home past the cemetery, he got an idea. It was an awful idea, but it would save him from the even more awful fate that awaited him if he came home without a liver. His great-uncle had died a few days ago and had been buried in the cemetery. What harm would it do to remove it? His uncle certainly didn’t need it anymore.

Tommy hurried home as silently as he could and got his father’s shovel. He returned to the cemetery and began digging up his great-uncle’s grave. 

That night, his mother cooked up the liver and onions and the boss raved about the meal and had such a good time that he didn’t leave until quite late.

Tommy went to bed that night relieved he had gotten away with it. He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow but woke with a start soon after, sure that he had heard a voice.

“Where’s my liver?” A ghostly voice rose up from the staircase, deep and guttural. Tommy gasped in fear and flung himself under the covers as the thud of heavy footsteps reached the top of the steps.

Thump. Thump. Thump. The footsteps drew nearer, until they reached Tommy’s door. “ Who’s got my liver?” the horrible voice asked again.

“Go away. Go away,” Tommy whispered repeatedly. His whole body trembled in terror as once more the voice asked, “Where’s my liver? Who’s got my liver?”

Sheer terror made him suddenly bold. Tommy threw back the covers and found the shriveled white face of his great-uncle right above him. “We ate your liver!” he shouted.

“I know you did, Tommy,” the rotting corpse of his great-uncle said softly, stretching out his bony hands toward the boy’s shaking body. Tommy screamed.

The next morning, Tommy’s parents discovered their son lying dead on top of his bed. His liver had been ripped right out of his body, but the autopsy proved that the boy had already died of fright before his liver was removed.

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Ha I know this is not a story but it doesn't get any creepier than this Florida gator Fan's stare.

  Susan and Ned were driving through a ded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
    “We’d better stop,”  said Susan.
      Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
    Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right.  When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
    “I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
      “The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
      Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
    Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car.  This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
      Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
      Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound.  Bump. Bump. Bump.  It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
      Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light.  An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer.  Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car.  As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
      Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Ned.  His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
    Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car. 
      “Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
      The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.

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Polly was the sweetest, prettiest girl in Worcester, yes siree.  All the local boys were chasing her, and quite a number of the fellows from the surrounding countryside were too.  All the girls were jealous of Polly ‘cause they didn’t have no sweethearts to take them to the local dances.  They all wanted Polly to choose her man so things could go back to normal.  But Polly was picky.  None of the local boys suited her, and neither did the fellows from the back country.  
    Then one day, George Dean came home from university, and Polly was smitten.  Polly completely dropped all her other beaus when George came courting, and it wasn't long before George proposed and Polly accepted.  

Polly started making preparations for the wedding and shopping for items to fill her new home.   George wasn’t too interested in all the fripperies and wedding details.  He left the womenfolk to get on with it and started spending time down at the pool hall with some of his buddies.  And that’s where he met Helene, the owner’s saucy daughter.  She had bold black eyes and ruby red lips, and a bad-girl air that fascinated George.  He spent more and more time at the pool hall, and less and less time with Polly, who finally noticed in spite of all the hustle and bustle.  

    Of course, Polly was furious.  She immediately  confronted George with the story, and he couldn’t deny it.  Suddenly, George had to toe the mark.  His pool-hall visits were over, and he spent every free hour he wasn’t at work by her side.  That didn’t sit well with George, but his family backed Polly up, so he  went along with it.  

    The day of the wedding dawned clear and bright.  The guests filled the sanctuary, and the pastor and the best man waited patiently in the ante-chamber for the arrival of the groom.  But George didn’t come.  Eventually, they went searching for the missing bridegroom, and found out he'd left town with Helene an hour before the wedding.  With dread, Polly’s mother went to tell her daughter what had happened.  Polly, all bright and shining and lovely in her long white dress and soft wedding veil, turned pale when her mother broke the news.  Then she stiffened, grabbing her left arm as a sudden pain ripped through it.   She was dead from a massive heart attack long before she hit the floor.  

    A few days later, Polly was buried in the churchyard, still wearing her white wedding dress and veil.  The whole town came to the funeral and wept at the passing of such a beautiful young girl.   George and Helene, who had spent the week happily honeymooning in the Outer Banks, arrived home at the very moment that the black-clad crowd exited the churchyard.  Their arrival caused a commotion.  The minister had to pull Polly’s father off George before he killed him.  And both George and Helene’s family disowned the couple right there in the street in front of everyone.  The couple fled town in disgrace.  

   Time passed, and eventually the scandal was forgotten.  Until the day George’s father passed away.  It was rumored that he was to be buried in the local churchyard just a few plots away from the girl who had almost become his daughter.  Suddenly, the story of Polly's jilting was revived and folks wondered aloud if George would dare attend his father's funeral.  But George was too clever for them.  He waited at an inn outside of town until it was dark, and then he went to the churchyard to pay his last respects to his father.  

     As he unburdened himself at his father’s graveside, George heard a sweet female voice calling his name.  “George.  Sweetheart.”  George looked up in sudden hope.  Was that his mother, come to forgive him?  Then he saw, rising up from a grassy mound under a spreading oak tree, a figure in a long white gown and a soft veil.  Her eyes and her lips were yellow flames beneath the veil, and the rotted wedding dress glowed with a white-yellow light.  It was Polly.  

     George’s body stiffened, shudders of fear coursing up and down his arms and legs.  He put a shaking hand to his mouth and staggered backward, the other hand outstretched out ward off the specter floating toward him.  The spectral bride cackled with angry laughter and swooped forward until its hand closed over George’s outstretched one in a terrible parody of a handshake.  The grip of the spectral bride was so cold it burned the skin, and so hard that the bones crunched as it squeezed.  “Come along into the church, George,” the glowing bride whispered.  Through the veil, George could see maggots crawling in and out of Polly’s flaming eye sockets.  

   “Nooo!  Polly, no!”  George screamed in terror, but he could not wrench his hand free.  The ghost dragged him step by halting step toward the front door of the church.  His hand was a red-hot agony of pain, though the rest of his body was shaking with cold.  

     “No!” George gave a final cry of despair and wrenched again at his hand.  And suddenly, he was free.  The spectral bride gave a roar of rage as George ran pell-mell down the church lane and out into the street.  

    “You’re mine, George Dean!  If not in this world, than in the next,” the spectral bride howled after him.  

    By the time George reached his room, the fiery pain in his hand and arm was seeping through his entire body.  He rang desperately for the house maid and begged her to send for a doctor.  Then he fell into bed and stared at his hand, which was black and withered, as if it had been scorched long ago by a fire.  Black and red streaks were climbing up his arm so fast he could almost see them move.  

     George was unconscious when the doctor arrived, and the swelling was already extending into his chest and neck.  There was nothing the physician could do.  The injury was too severe and had spread too far.  Within two days, George was dead.   Polly had gotten her man at last.

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This clip freaks me the hell out watch the glass move off the table! unreal! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xnmaa8toUOU

Where I live (semi-rural east Tennessee) we have our very own version of Freddy Krueger. He's known as "Skinned Tom."

In life, Tom was a good-looking guy who liked the ladies. Once he'd dated all the available girls in the area, he started seeing a girl in the next town -- not knowing she was married. Eventually her husband got wind of what was going on and vowed revenge on the two of them. He told his wife he was going out of town for the weekend, then hid in the ds behind their house. As he'd guessed, that evening Tom showed up to take the lady out. The husband followed them to the nearby Lovers' Lane.

Things were getting pretty hot and heavy (if you know what I mean) when all of a sudden the car door was jerked open and Tom came face-to-face with one very huge, very angry-looking dude wielding a hunting knife.

"Oh no!" screamed the girl who had started all the trouble in the first place. "It's my husband!"

"That's right, you cheating @#%&*!" yelled her husband. "And I'm about to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" He pulled her off Tom, rammed the knife into her stomach once, and tossed her aside. Then he turned back to Tom, grinning maniacally.

"Don't hurt me!" Tom begged. "I swear to God I didn't know she was married!" But the wronged husband didn't listen. He dragged Tom out of the car and skinned him alive with the hunting knife. Then he went to town and turned himself in to the police.

When the police arrived at the crime scene, they found the woman, who was miraculously still alive. But Tom was nowhere to be found.

They say he's still hanging around Lovers' Lane, waiting to catch a couple and "teach" them the same lesson his girlfriend's husband taught him. He's described as a bloody skeleton in '20s clothes, carrying the knife he himself was skinned with. All the teenagers around here grow up hearing "Don't go to Lovers' Lane if you don't want to be Skinned Tom's next victim!"

To me, it sounds like a crock, like something parents and cops made up to keep their kids from going parking. But still, you won't catch me around there.


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The shop where I used to work is attached to a closed down interior design showroom and when I was there alone working late at night whenever I went into the bathroom I swear that I could hear a woman screaming and crying. If I had to lock up the outside gates I would hear footsteps following me but when I turned around no one was there. I would also hear scratching noises at the door between the office and the shop when there wasn't anyone else on the clock or on the property at all.

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   When I was in grade school there was this rumor going around about a girl that was murdered in one of the girl's bathrooms at my school. Her name was Mary and the story was that she was alone one night and someone was chasing her. She ran into one of the bathrooms to hide but she was found and hacked to pieces. The police said that there was barely enough of her left to make a positive ID on the body. My little sister was in a play one night and I was forced to go and watch. Naturally I found some of the kids that were also dragged to the play and we waited until our parents weren't paying attention to sneak away outside. There were 3 girls that were a grade above me that I ended up hanging out with and they told me the story of Mary and that they knew how to call her spirit back to the world of the living. Not wanting to look like the wuss of the group I agreed to go along with them. They led me to the bathroom where they had discovered Mary's body which still had "caution" tape over the doors. We moved the tape and went inside. "Ok what we have to do is turn out the lights, close our eyes and chant 'Bloody Mary' three times. Then when we open our eyes we should be able to see her in the mirror" Sounded easy enough to me so I agreed and the lights clicked off. I shut my eyes and started to chant:
Bloody Mary
Bloody Mary
BLOODY MARY!!!
I opened my eyes and saw the reflection of two glowing red eyes behind me in the mirror. I screamed and ran for the door. Once outside of the door I kept running until I was well away from the bathroom and closer to the gym where the play was coming to an end. I noticed that the other girls had done the same thing that I did but there was one of us that wasn't there. As I was walking to the car with my mom and my sister I heard someone calling out "Heather? Heather?" We got in the car and drove home. The next day there was an announcement that there had been an accident on the school grounds and that we all were being sent home early. I saw the town paper and the headline on the front page was "School bathroom claims another victim" I guess that Heather didn't make it out of that bathroom when we did - all that was left of her was the blood splatters on the walls and ceiling and her severed head in the sink. Her eyes were wide open and her face was a death mask frozen in an eternal scream of terror. The rest of her body was never found. The school demolished the bathroom to make a grassy area for student use but they say at night you can still hear her screaming.


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Thank you everyone so far - I make that another 10 unique posts so another $50 is added to the prize pool.

This thread will be closed at around 3am ET.

Good luck all.

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Looks like I got that extra $50 prize wrong...duh.  Sorry about that folks.  There was only 1 extra $50 prize (as per Jack's post below).

True story: My Chinchilla sees things,  possibly paranormal. How do I know you ask, well he has been sharpening a chew stick for the past two days. You could even call it a spear now and he takes it everywhere with him lately. Also his stuffed penguin seems disturbed. More than normal I mean. I am worried.


Lol Happy Halloween everyone

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The day after my mother passed away in 1998 I was at my father's house alone around lunchtime.  I was standing near the stove when I heard my mother call my name - just as if she was standing right behind me.  As I turned to walk to the table the cupboard door between the stove and refrigerator opened slowly - on its own.  Every now and then that same door will open without warning or explanation.  I KNOW Mom is watching...

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This that story is royal and step three years ago,

in the street where I live nowadays spends a river, always to the midnight or at 30 after 12 am or before the dawn he was listening to screams as a weeping very long curious . is that It was anticipating the bark of dogs and on having finished of equal form the rare thing is that many persons listened to it and you eat we find some explanation they stopped the laments

sorry for me english hehe .-)

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Let's finish off with a great story here. Have a great Halloween all

You need to tell this story out lout to a group. Best would be children
By try yourself with friends or family

I like to gather everyone around, turn off the lights, and begin with:

As you all know this city used to be a small town many years ago. A farming town to be exact and in this town there once lived a man named Jon. In fact he lived just up the street in a small house all by himself.

One rainy day Jon was looking out the window of his house watching the rain fall and he noticed a group of kids walking to school along the dirt road adjacent to his house. A few feet behind the group, he noticed a little girl walking by herself without an umbrella. Jon took it upon himself to grab an umbrella and take it out to the little girl.

"Excuse me. " Jon said to the little girl when he caught up with her. "Here you go sweetheart, take this umbrella. You really shouldn't be walking in this weather without it."

Jon handed her the umbrella and the little girl took it.

"Tell me, what's your name and who's your dad? That way I know who to get my umbrella back from in case one day I need it." asked Jon.

"My name is Jessica and my daddy's name is Steve." replied the little girl.

"Steve the Butcher?" asked Jon

"Yes." the little girl replied.

"OK well thank you. Now you stay dry and have a great day at school!" said Jon.

When Jon walked back into his house he started to wonder why Steve had never told him he had a daughter. He figured that in the 5 years he had known him he would have mentioned it at some point. He decided that he would go around lunch time to visit Steve and let him know he let his daughter borrow the umbrella.

Right after Jon ate lunch he started to walk toward the butcher shop. When he walked in Steve was at the counter with greeted him with a friendly 'hello'.

"Hey Steve. How you doing?"

"Good and how about yourself?"

"Doing just fine thanks. Hey I just wanted to let you know that I saw Jessica walking to school in the rain this morning without an umbrella so I let her borrow mine. How come you never told me you had a little girl?"

"You saw Jessica? That's impossible."

"Why is that impossible?"

"She's been dead for 10 years."

The next day Jon was determined to find out who the little girl was and why she had lied to him. So he waited patiently for the kids to walk by his house on their way to school.

Eventually the same group that had walked by the day before walked by again. And not too far behind was the little girl.

Jon exited his house and began walking towards the little girl. He called out "Excuse me little girl". but she never turned around. He picked up the pace and and tried again "Excuse me excuse me I talked to you yesterday." The little girl kept walking without missing a step. Jon began to jog. "Hello? I need to ask you a question Jessica!"

The little girl stopped.

Jon caught up to her, put his hand on her shoulder, and asked "Who are you?"

The little girl turned around and said (YOU scream as loud as you can here)

Here's the fun part of the story. The part that scares everyone. After you say "The little girl turned around and said" you scream as menacing and as loud as you can. Trust me, you build up the tension and reel them in with Jon trying to catch up to the girl then you let them loose with the scream. It works every time. In fact I've had teenage kids jump under a desk and people who have already heard this story (who know what is coming) still scream.

Try it out and just be careful not to scare yourself. HEHE take care guys

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