It's getting close to halloween......?

Question

so what's the spookiest ghost story you can tell me?

Answer 1

I was in college. I had an advantage over many of my friends in school because my parents lived in the same city, but had insisted that I have the "full college experience." Therefore, I was living in the dorm but with the advantage of going home every so often to do laundry and get a little pampering from my parents before coming back to the realities of school.

This was my freshman year and I had been placed with a roommate. As we all know, that can be a good or bad thing. In this case, I was very lucky. Jenny was an amazing roommate. It was one of those friendships where you immediately connect with the person. She came in the room with her parents and we just sat in the middle of the floor and started mapping out how to fix the room. We always seemed to agree; we never argued about a thing. We liked the same things, the same places, lol even the same boys. We seriously became inseparable. The one disadvantage was that Jenny was from Ohio. From time to time, she'd get a little homesick so I'd take her home with me. Oh sure, we'd get a great meal, lots of pampering......but I know it wasn't the same for her as it was for me having my own parents there to oosh and gush over me.

One weekend, she just decided that she had to drive home. I was really really disappointed, but knew it was something she needed to do. So I made plans that night to go out with some other friends. We stayed out a bit late......maybe drank one too many beers and then staggered back to the dorm. When I finally had stumbled back up to my room, there was a note taped to the door. It was from Jenny:

Hey Dee!

Of all things, my car had a dead battery AND a flat tire. Ok, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you had sabotaged it just to keep me here. (J/K) You know I'm teasing you. But it was a ***** trying to find someone on a Friday afternoon that could come jump the battery and fix the tire. The tire ended up having a gash in it. No idea how that happened, but I can't get a new one until tomorrow, so I'm afraid I'm stuck here again this weekend. I waited up for you, but just got tired and went on to bed . Just wanted you to know I was here so you wouldn't be startled when you came in and found me in bed. Sleep well and I'll wake you when I head to breakfast in the morning.

See ya in the A.M.,

Jenny



Man, I couldn't believe she had been here all night while I had been out partying without her. Of course this was the age before cell phones, so there was no way for her to let me know. I was bummed for her, but secretly happy for me that she was here the rest of the weekend. I unlocked the door and quietly snuck in, careful not to wake her. I fumbled my way across the room not wanting to turn on the light and risk her coming to. **BAM** I stubbed my toe on the side of the bed. I swear I wanted to scream, but instead just bit my tongue and rocked back and forth until the pain went away. I hear a shift in her bed and just KNEW I had woken her. I froze for a moment.....the shifting stopped. I quickly undressed, tossed on a t-shirt and crawled into bed. I guess I passed out in seconds. I can't remember my head even hitting the pillow.



The next day, I woke up with my stomach just rumbling.....my head just pounding from the night before. All I saw was the sunlight coming through the window. I drug my hungover body out of bed and shuffled over to the sink. I looked up into the mirror just to assess the damage from my drinking spree from the night before. But I never got that far.... I looked in the mirror and could see the reflection of the most terrifying sight I hope I'll ever have to see in my life. ...

I slowly turned around and there was Jenny. ... lying in bed... eyes staring blankly forward .... with her throat slashed by a knife. I got so nauseated that I turned around and lost it right there at the sink..... I could hardly breathe. My knees were weak......my heart was just pounding. I wanted to just sink into a hole and tell myself that I was still asleep and still dreaming. NONE of this could seriously have happened. I couldn't turn around again.......I couldn't bare to see whether what I saw was real or just a dream. I squeezed my eyes tight. Refusing to open them.... yet willing myself to find out if what I saw was real.

I forced my eyes open as I stared at the mirror one more time. This time......I not only saw the hideous reflection of Jenny's mutilated body, I saw a note written on the mirror in Jenny's own blood. I fell to the floor as I read the words.......

"Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light."

Answer 2

Well my next door Neighbor told me that someone Died in my house like in my back she heard the scream that person had a heart attack of something and That got me real scared now I live hear and wonder if its true.. Sometimes I hear Noises at Night too I do not know if its Haunted or Not

Answer 3

I live in the San Fernando Valley, and my house is haunted by the ghost of a Valley Girl!
The Valley Ghoul is all like, "Like, woooo! Like, I'm TOTALLY a ghost! Like, omigod, like boo and junk! Fershur!"

Answer 4

once you're speaking older video clips, i like: - Nosferatu finally shows himself in Nosferatu. - The favourite lab scene from the unique Frankenstein. - The lab scene from youthful Frankenstein. greater contemporary video clips, i like: - the final television scene from the hoop. - the final moments interior the Blair Witch undertaking. - The exorcism scene from The Exorcism of Emily Rose.

Answer 5

Not spooky, but cool. Not mine either...copied. I suck today.

One afternoon, feeling exceptionally down, I decided to go to St.Patricks church in Ottawa (Canada). I had been having relationship and financial difficulties and felt like life was generally becoming unbearable. I sat in the pews for awhile just thinking about life and worrying about my future. About ten minutes passed and I looked up to see a young boy walking down the aisle looking directly at me. There was only a few other people in the church as it was the middle of a busy work day. He came directly to me and asked me if I'd mind if he sat beside me. I answered that I didn't. Once he sat down he told me his name was Joseph. He asked me what my name was. I told him. "Tammy is such a beautiful name" he said. I thanked him. He then put his little hand on my hand and asked, "who gave you those rings on your fingers?" I answered, "my boyfriend did". He then said, "They are beautiful, just like the hand that wears them". Thank you I said again. "He is a lucky man to have you in his life" he stated next. "You think so?" I questioned."Oh yes" he beamed. The compliments continued, he commented on my hair, how beautiful my eyes were and how lucky I was to be how I was. I felt like i had my very own cheerleader. During this, I asked him how old he was. He said he was 10 years old. Strange, because I felt I was talking to someone much older. He spoke unlike any ten year olds I'v ever known. He also told me he was a choir boy at the church. Later in our conversation he spotted a street person who sat near us and frankly who's body odor was quite pungent. He then said to me, "don't go over there, that man stinks!" At which I replied, "Thats not very nice, I'm sure he never planned his life that way" He smiled up at me and said, "did you come here to pray?" I answered that I did want to say a few prayers. He advised me to pray and to not pay any attention to him. So I proceeded to kneel and begin the "Our Father". Half way through the prayer I couldn't help but notice him staring at me...I then faltered in my prayer. I turned to him and said "I just drew a blank, can you pray with me?" He then finished my prayer for me. Thats when I told him I had to go. He asked if he could walk me to the door and I said yes. When we got to the door of the church, he asked of he could give me a hug. I let him hug me. Then I asked as I walked outside, "Hey why are you not in school?" He said, "There is no school today". I then asked him, "Shouldn't you be going home soon?" He responded by saying, "No I think I will go back inside for awhile longer". He disappeared into the church, never to be seen by me again. When I got into my car I simply sat there, shaking my head. I thought to myself, "What just happened here?" I truly felt like I had met an angel. He lifted my spirits, helped me put my life into perspective and reminded me of how lucky I really was and above all I should be thankful for what I did have.

Apon mentioning this occurance to a friend and her mother who were regular parishners at the church, they informed me that they had never seen a choir boy who matched my description. Also choir boys in that church had to be at least 12 years old and not 10 to perform such duties. My friend's mother was convinced I spoke to Christ himself. All I know is whoever that angel or being was he fulfilled a purpose that day. He got me back on track and reminded me of how fortunate I was. I have never forgotten that experience nor it's lessons. In fact, I still draw upon it to this day.

Answer 6

The reports had been on the radio all day, though she hadn't paid much attention to them. Some crazy man had escaped from the state asylum. They were calling him the Hook Man since he had lost his right arm and had it replaced with a hook. He was a killer, and everyone in the region was warned to keep watch and report anything suspicious. But this didn't interest her. She was more worried about what to wear on her date.


After several consultation calls with friends, she chose a blue outfit in the very latest style and was ready and waiting on the porch when her boyfriend came to pick her up in his car. They went to a drive-in movie with another couple, then dropped them off and went parking in the local lover's lane. The blue outfit was a hit, and she cuddled close to her boyfriend as they kissed to the sound of romantic music on the radio.

Then the announcer came on and repeated the warning she had heard that afternoon. An insane killer with a hook in place of his right hand was loose in the area. Suddenly, the dark, moonless night didn't seem so romantic to her. The lover's lane was secluded and off the beaten track. A perfect spot for a deranged mad-man to lurk, she thought, pushing her amorous boyfriend away.

"Maybe we should get out of here," she said. "That Hook Man sounds dangerous."

"Awe, c'mon babe, it's nothing," her boyfriend said, trying to get in another kiss. She pushed him away again.

"No, really. We're all alone out here. I'm scared," she said.

They argued for a moment. Then the car shook a bit, as if something・r someone・ad touched it. She gave a shriek and said: "Get us out of here now!"

"Jeeze," her boyfriend said in disgust, but he turned the key and went roaring out of the lover's lane with a screeching of his tires.

They drove home in stony silence, and when they pulled into her driveway, he refused to help her out of the car. He was being so unreasonable, she fumed to herself. She opened the door indignantly and stepped into her driveway with her chin up and her lips set. Whirling around, she slammed the door as hard as she could. And then she screamed.

Her boyfriend leapt out of the car and caught her in his arms. "What is it? What's wrong?" he shouted. Then he saw it. A bloody hook hung from the handle of the passenger-side door.


We didn't believe in ghosts, so when the fellow checking us in warned us that our room on the sixth floor was haunted, we just laughed. There were a lot of crazy people out there who believed in ghosts and wanted to stay in a haunted hotel, but Marie and I weren't two of them. I'd chosen the Mizpah for our weekend getaway because I'd like the description of the hotel and it amenities, not because it had a phantom.


Just for kicks, Marie asked the fellow who was supposed to haunt our room. He told us that it was a ghost called "The Lady in Red". She was a prostitute who was strangled by a jealous boyfriend and her tormented spirit still lingered in the hotel. She was said to follow guests around, and to play with the gaming equipment in the casino.


"A gambling ghost?" I asked laughingly. The boy glared at me, and I was sorry for making a joke about something he obviously believed in. We said a hasty good-night and went up to the sixth floor.


As we neared our room, Marie gasped and grabbed my arm. I stopped and looked at her. She pointed, wide-eyed, toward the far end of the hallway. Before our eyes, the glowing figure of a woman came hurrying toward us. I shivered superstitiously, my skin prickling in the sudden cold as she rushed passed us and walked right through the wall next to our room.

"Good lord, there really is a ghost in our room!" I gasped.


"I am not going in there," Marie said firmly. Her face was pale and her black eyes were wide with fear. "No way."


I didn't much feel like going in there either, but we had gotten a special deal for two nights, paid in advance and non-refundable. I didn't want to waste our money. In the end, I wrenched open the door, turned on the light, and investigated every corner, looking for the Lady in Red. She was gone.


Marie absolutely refused to set foot in the haunted room. In the end, I had to go down to the desk and request a room on another floor. The boy didn't say much when I told him we had seen the Lady in Red, but he gave me a know-it-all smirk that made me want to smack him, and assigned us to a room on another floor. Marie barely got a wink of sleep that night. She kept waking up, afraid that the Lady in Red would come walking through the wall and do terrible things to us. We were up at dawn and had checked out of the Mizpah by breakfast time the next day.


From that day on, Marie always booked our hotels, and she always made sure that there were no ghosts anywhere on the premises before she made a reservation