Halloween is coming....Will you tell us a ghost story?

Question

I know it's still a bit off....but I've always been a sucker for a good scare. Tell us a ghost story! It can be true or it can be spun from the depths of your twisted mind.....Make me cry at night and win 10 points!!

Answer 1

On December 17, 2006, we moved into our new home, located in northwest Houston. The house was wonderful, everything worked. It was strange to live in a house with central heat and air, instead of space heaters and fans. We just knew we were in heaven.
My daughters, Boo and Frankie were the first to notice "Eddie" because the doors in the kitchen would open for no apparent reason. I fussed at them about leaving the doors open and these accusations were denied by both girls. Soon, other things would go missing. Then would reapear in another room.
We joked about this for a couple of months and soon began to refer to this as "Forrest". We named it, "Forrest" because that was one of my late husband's favorite movie and the girls took great delight in using the one-liners from the movie.
One afternoon, I was bent over loading the dishwasher and something or someone touched me; I leaned a little to my right so that I could glance over to see who was there. No one, just me, I was alone in the kitchen. I knew my husband's spirit had not moved with us because his presence has never been felt by any of us here. We all assumed that he went on to the happy hunting ground because, we were now safe and secure.
Back in June, Boo was sorting her clothes and she called to me, "Mother...Ma! Come in here!"
When I reached the girls' bedroom, Boo was sitting on the bed. "What?...Boo, are you okay?'
"I was sortin' clothes and he, I mean Forrest, he touched me right here on my arm. Nothing scary, just kinda friendly. Now, I'm sure it wasn't Dad, because it was different. Look at old crazy cat, she not acting like it was Dad. But she's not scared, either."
"So, did you say anything to him? What were you doing?"
"Just sorting clothes, talking to the cat. I even sort of joked with Forrest about, he'd have to take care of Mom and Grandma Cat when we go off to school, in a couple of months. That's when he touched me, right here, on my arm.
Now can we call Uncle Jerry?"
"Sure, but what good do you think that's gonna do?"
Ohh, I don't know, maybe he can call the people he bought the house from and ask them. If they had...uh...well, you know a ghost or something?"
"I'll call him afterwhile, okay?"
"Ummm, yeah, whatever."
I went back into the garage to check on the dryer. The garage was still warm with the glow of the setting sun and the heat from the dryer. The towels were clean, dry and I assumed that my other daughter had folded them. So, I gathered the clean linens, walked into the hallway to put everything away. My daughter was coming from the sun porch with the big white cat slung over her shoulder. "Hey, Kiddo, thanks for doing the towels and stuff."
"Towels?...What are you talking about?...uh, towels?"
"Yes, towels, you folded the towels and now I'm saying, thanks. I know your sister didn't do it, she and Forrest were in her room. Gramma can't see to do it. I know I didn't do it. That leaves you."
"Honest Mom, It twernt me. Really. I was on the porch with the cats.May be Forrest did it. Ha ha."
This was a bit strange to say the very least. Well, someone folded those things. That's all I knew.
Around six that evening, my brother came over to our house to trim some of the trees in the back yard. I mentioned
"Forrest" to him and preceeded to tell him what we had encountered. He sort of chuckled, "Well, let's call them and see what we can find out."
Diane answered the phone. They talked for awhile and then the conversation was completed.
" Okay, what she says is: A couple of times she felt something touch her. And she felt a presence from time to time, but when she mentioned this to her husband. He said it was her imagination or that she was just overworked.
Does this thing bother you?"
"Oh, no. Nothing of the sort. The kids are in their room, please go ask them."
My Mother and I were in agreement that "Forrest" was either lost or just needed a family.
We have always had something like this in our family, but we figured that with this being a new house, this would be one of our many readjustments.
Mother was setting the table. The girls and my brother were out in the yard. I was standing by the stove getting supper together and the door to the garage slowly opened and
something walked through me...I wasn't frightened, it was just a bit strange. I told my Mother, " Weirdest thing just happened...Forrest just walked through me. We need to get Jerry in here."
My brother came in shortly after the incident. And just before going out the back door, my brother said, "Oh and by the way, it's not "Forrest." I'm getting the name, "Eddie".

Answer 2

My fav tale is with reference to the guy who's lost on a dark and frightening nighttime , rain is belting down and the lightning and thunder is making him leap. he struggles down the line and includes an prolonged course , he follows the course by using thick overgrown weeds and includes an previous forgotten domicile. He opens the door and makes a decision to spend the nighttime there. he is going upstairs the lightning flashes making frightening shadows on the partitions. He includes the mattress room and hit upon a mattress , as he does no longer sense risk-free he shuts the door and turns the main interior the lock , purely then a voice say "sturdy we are all locked in for the nighttime!" and likely ghosts are actual - I ought to understand!

Answer 3

I don't know if it was a ghost or what it was. But I've only told my wife about it, never anyone else. Sorry.

Answer 4

Oh Cheese. I am soooo out of my element. Now....if it was a horror/comedy, I could dazzle you. Alas.... I sit her with a blank head.
I'll just be the audience this time.

Answer 5

The Most Terrifying Thing

Halloween Night 6:59pm

It was almost time. He paced around the room, nervously peeking at his watch every minute. Suddenly...BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! The clock struck 7 o'clock.
He jumped at that first bong as if he had been shot. Wide eyed he stared at the door. 'Well, no turning back now...' , he said to himself.
It was then that he saw the headlights. He felt like running and hiding in the closet.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! "Jerry, open the door! We're hereeeeeeee..." He recognized the voice of his friend Alex, obviously intoxicated by the sound of it....waiting to be let in.
He heard giggling behind that door. Girls. 'Oh geez, here we go.' Walking toward the door he took a deep breath and tried not to look nervous as he opened it.
Then he saw her. In all her glory.
The ugliest woman he had ever seen.
She had two toned red/blonde hair stacked and teased on the top of her head so high that she must have used a whole can of hair spray to keep it in place. The creamy blue eyeshaddow looked as if it reached half way up her forehead, and was puncuated by huge tarantula like hairballs used as fake eyelashes. Her cheeks glowed red as if she had just run a mile. And when she smiled....the red sea of lips parted to reveal the yellowish brown stained teeth.
He didnt think his eyes could stand much more of this torture, but he couldnt help but lower his eyes. Her too tight blouse was a half shirt, pulled down to reveal tons of cleavage covered in glitter and something else....what was that? When she caught him staring....she quickly blushed and reached into the cleavage with long fingers that were topped with blood red nails. She picked something from between her cleavage, smiled, and said, "heh, it's lettuce, we ate tacos on the way over.....you like em huh?"
He shivered, speechless he just stared at her.
She laughed, hard, and thats when the rolls started to jiggle....from under that half shirt was a giant mound of rolls that lapped over her too tight cut off blue jean shorts. LIke waves on the ocean it continued to move, each roll building its own momentum, until finally, it stopped.
His eyes moved lower, thats when he saw what someone had identified to him once as a camel toe.
He looked at his friend, who nodded, as if very satisfied with himself. "Nice aint she? NOT bad for a blind date, huh buddy?" With that he smacked Jerry on the back.
"Let us in my feet are killing me!" Said the thing.
Jerry looked down at the thing's feet. Yes, they were in fact dying. Shoved into the tightest light blue shoes the sausage shaped loafs were trying their best to escape. Jerry then looked up to realize that the thing was starting to walk toward him.....it leaned close and whispered......"play your cards right and you may get lucky tonight."
Jerry then realized he was running......into the dark ..........down the street............screaming into the night!

Answer 6

Every year, it was a tradition with me to spend two months and thousands of dollars before halloween working on an incredibly elaborate costume. I have been such things as: King Kong vs Godzilla, the play, in a theater with a friend playing king kong and me as godzilla walking around with the stage wrapped around us and our upper bodies in the characters.

A couple years back I sort of lost my motivation to go all out a now I show up but usually I'll do something easy and just watch everyone else cavorting in their crazy costumes. Never interacting as I used to I'm just sort of a spectator now. I do love seeing the young women in their skimpy outfits as sexy nurses or exotic dancers so full of life and exuberance. I just don't feel it any more, I used to meet girls and maybe even get to know them at these events but it seems to be more about seeing them from a distance and enjoying their enjoyment of being ogled.

A few years back I was at the usual event, center of attention, totally done up in this amazing insect costume. I was on stilts and stood about ten feet tall I had six long dangly legs and antennae all of which were connected to my limbs and I was able to control them when I moved, it was very realistic, oh and I had a huge 3 foot stinger which came from my tail and wrapped up and over my head like a scorpion. It was really scary and took a long time to make. I had to have a sheet metal shop form the stinger for me and it was seriously heavy and sharp. People jumped out of my way. Anyway I got to chatting with this beautiful girl dressed up as a bumblebee, so cute, we hung out for a while getting kinda drunk and she started fooling around talking about how funny it would be if we mated and what the offspring would look like. She was rubbing her tail against me and I was getting pretty excited and finally I suggested we go somewhare and get out of these ridiculous costumes.

She wanted to but told me she'd better not because she actually came with her boyfiend who was wandering around somewhere dressed up as the Orkin man. I was dissapointed but thought that was so funny, him as the Orkin man and her as a bumblebee. I told her I didn't want to meet him because the way we were carrying on, he'd exterminate me for sure. I was actually really mad that she'd led me on like that but I covered it up and stayed jovial. just drowning myself in beers. About a sixpack later I could barely stand and she say's "Don't look know but here comes my man and doesn't look happy." I looked back and saw him and he saw me, he was a big dude and he was not liking that I was talking to his girl so I took off in the other direction. I'm stumbling out into the street so drunk I can barely see and I run right out into traffic and all i could here were cars screeching and I tripped I think. Oh my god that was a funny scene. I think I blacked out cause I don't even remember how I got home that night. After that I don't mess around with strange women anymore, I just kind of keep to myself and watch the fun from afar. It's sad because I used to be the life of the party and now I don't have one single friend who I go out with. It's safer I guess but I'm kind of lonely lately. Nobody really talks to me anymore. I guess I'm projecting a different vibe or something because people just don't pay attention to me like they used to. Except every once in a while I'll bump into someone in a dark alley and they'll see me and just get the most horrified look on their face. Kind of like they just saw a ghost or something, it's the weirdest thing. Anyway I'm gonna go hang out at one of my old haunts and find a place to crash for the night, I guess.

I wish I knew where I was supposed to go. Funny story though eh?... Hey! Where ya going? Was it something I said? Not even a goodbye? Fine. Happens to me all the time. Kinda used to it.