PLEASE TELL ME A NON-SCARY GHOST STORY! help!?

Question

i need a ghost story for english class but i want a non scary one. help? dont give scary ones!

Answer 1

A friend of mine tells me that when he was a little boy, about five, he lived in a house that belonged to the school where his father taught, and where he'd also been a student. The dad remembered a woman named Mrs. Armstrong who had lived in the house when he was a boy, and there was a picture of her on the wall. She'd died years before.

My friend's little brother was in the hospital, and their mom was there with him. My friend and his father came home that night and saw something like a TV image of a woman walking down the steps. My friend asked his dad, "What's that?"

The father said, "That's Mrs. Armstrong."

The End

Answer 2

A long time ago, a travelling merchant in England was still several miles from home and bone weary. As it was very late in the evening he decided to find a room at the next inn he came across and continue home first thing in the morning.
Before too long he did come upon a country inn and went inside to enquire about a room. Ah, yes there was still one room available, but you see, this particular room happened to be haunted. Nonsense! The merchant was a true sceptic if ever there was one. Despite mumbled protests from the innkeep, the merchant demanded that room and was given his way. (After all he was a very good persuader.) After making certain that his horse would be taken care of, he made his way up to this "haunted room". What splendid refinement! The fool of an innkeep could make a fortune off this grand room alone. The bed was fit for nobility, the closet was large, soft rugs were upon the floor, and there was a solid desk in one corner with all necessary writing tools.
The merchant made his toilet quickly and proceeded to snuff the candles in preparation for a good night's sleep. He had barely crawled onto the fluffy bed tick when a little worry niggled at his brain. Just suppose...With noone here to witness he relit one candle and made his way around the room. All windows and shutters are securely fastened, the door locked, closet slider shut tight, and not even a speck of dust under that marvellous bed! Ghosts indeed! Once again the merchant crawled into bed and made ready to slumber.
Just as he leaned toward the night table and the air to extinguish the candle left his lungs, he heard a little voice that seemed to come from the jar of ink upon the desk ask "Are we all turned in for the night then"?
The End

the humour in this story comes from imagining the sceptic merchant in bed wide-eyed with fear, holding the blankets up to his chin. All over a tiny haunted bottle of ink!

Answer 3

Thare was a 10 year old boy, who had a 7 year old sister and they had a 5 year old brother. They lived in the woods with thare mother. Thare father was first a exorcist but then joined the army. He always hunted a certian spirit down, but he never knew this spirit's name. He did manage to exorcise it from people but it always got away. So one day that spirit got into his youngest son. The mother tried everything in her power to send the spirit away. From calling in church exorsist to begging the spirit to go away. Then without the mother even calling the father, the father showed up. He exorcised the spirit and it diden't get away. He spent more time with his family and went back into the service. Then the mother called and asked for the father. The response she got was shocking. She had found out that the father had been killed 2 months ago. But yet her and her kids seen him no more then a week ago.....

Is that good? It ain't suppose to be scary. It ain't scary to me.

Answer 4

When I was in Boy Scouts our scoutmaster hired a professional story teller for one of our nightly campfires. The story teller narrated two stories that scared us all to h***. I mean really scared. We all went back to our tents in groups with enough flashlights to probably be seen from space. It took me hours to fall asleep because I didn't want to. All kids felt the same way, and we talked about it for years. The stories were the famous "Monkey's Paw" and an Indian legend about the Manitou. I don't remember all the details about the Manitou but it was an Indian spirit in the shape of a terrible bird that would swoop down and pick humans up with its talons and carry them away to its nest for a midnight snack. I have read both stories since and didn't find them that scary.But at night with blackness all around and the words coming from an excellent storyteller your imagination goes ballistic. Worse then a snipe hunt.

Answer 5

A FUNNY LITTLE GHOST STORY

I would like to tell a story, which illustrates that not all encounters with spirits need by of the scary variety. Some years back, I was seeing a woman who felt that she had a ghost in her house. Now I was staying with her a few times a week and I never heard or saw anything that would lead me to believe that she was right. She described things which to me, sounded like pranks being pulled by her children on each other.

She described things such as her daughters waking up and finding their shoelaces missing. They would often turn up in the freezer or the oven. She also talked of hearing giggling coming from downstairs when she knew her children were asleep upstairs. Another thing she mentioned was hearing footsteps running up the stairs at night. When she would go out and look, there was never anyone there. Another of her complaints was that she would turn off a light only to have it go back on when she left the room.

There were other things too, all silly stuff. I tried to explain to her that all of this sounded just like the pranks I used to pull when I was a kid, somewhere around 2,000 B.C. She would have none of this. She insisted that there was definitely something going on. I pretty much wrote it off. Over the ensuing weeks, she would occasionally mention other things to me but I basically ignored them. Until one day, that is.

I came home one day after having played in my Sunday softball league. I knew I was coming home to an empty house. My girlfriend and the kids were attending a barbecue at her sister’s house and would not be home until later that evening. I entered the house and went straight upstairs to take a nice cool shower. I also wanted to watch the Mets play. They were on the West Coast so the game was scheduled to begin at 4:00. It was around 3:50 when I got in. The first thing I did was turn on the air conditioner. It was a brutally hot August day.

I kicked off my shoes, laces still tied. I never usually do this, but I was so hot and tired that I just kicked them off. I then peeled off my filthy uniform. I would like to say that it got so dirty because of stellar play on my part. You know, something like a diving, game winning catch that belonged on a highlight reel. That is what I'd like to say. Truthfully, I was rounding third and heading for home when I tripped over my own two feet and fell right on my face. In the process of getting up, I stumbled and fell again. I did score though, even though the throw beat me by two steps. No, it wasn't a brilliant hook slide; the catcher was laughing so hard that he dropped the ball.

I jumped in the shower and let the cool water beat on me, washing away the dirt and exposing two nasty scrapes on my knees. After getting out of the shower, I threw on some shorts and ran downstairs to get an ice-cold soda. I went back upstairs and sat on the bed. I realized that my sneaker laces were still tied. I was about to pick them up when I realized that I had not turned on the TV. Leaving the sneakers where they were, I leaned over the bed and picked up the remote. I deftly turned on the TV. Operating a remote is one of the things I do best, pure poetry in motion. I turned around and picked up my sneakers and sat there in awe. The laces were tied together! Just then, I heard giggling coming from the other side of the room.

I burst out laughing and said something to the effect of "That was good!" I laughed my buns off, which is probably why I don't have any today. It has been years since my encounter with the little imp. I wonder if the pranks still continue to this day? If so, I hope the new residents enjoy them as much as I did.

Answer 6

One day alice was walking down the wysteria lane, after 5 minutes of walking the sky gets cloudy and it seems like it's going to rain. Alice runs to the nearest bus stand .While she was sitting there, shedding from the rain ,she saw a black shadow moving across the road. The black shadow did not cross the road to Alice. Feeling a bit irritated, Alice shout out.'hey dude, why won't you cross the road? ' And the black shadow replied back ' I can't ! I don't want to go to the other side....Again~' ...So Alice had to be lonesome :(

The end

Answer 7

why? what's the meaning and thrill of ghost story if it's not scary?
just make one up. mostly made one up stories are not scary.

Answer 8

In a Dark Dark Wood

In a dark, dark wood there was a dark, dark house;
And in the dark, dark house there was a dark, dark room;
And in the dark, dark room there was a dark, dark cupboard;
And in the dark, dark cupboard there was a dark, dark shelf;
And on the dark, dark shelf there was a dark, dark box; And in the dark, dark box there was a....mouse nibbling biscuits!

In a dark, dark wood there was a dark, dark house;
And in the dark, dark house there was a dark, dark room;
And in the dark, dark room there was a dark, dark cupboard;
And in the dark, dark cupboard there was a dark, dark shelf;
And on the dark, dark shelf there was a dark, dark box; And in the dark, dark box there was an....elephant knitting a jumper!

Answer 9

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