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Okay. To the point; I am overall freaked out by ghosts. I mean...there are many beliefs
and everything...and then my mom would tell me stories that I thought were to scare
me. They were true.
1st story-
When I was a baby, I would NEVER cry. You know annoying new babies cry a lot
throughout the night. I NEVER did…no lie. My mom took me to the doctor thinking
something was wrong with me; but I was fine, except for my rolling off my changing
table (that was just weird, anyways). One night, my mom had the walkie-talkie thingy
on for me. At like three in the morning, she heard me giggle…creepy when babies
giggle. She came up to my room, and saw an elderly woman with a pin on a scarf in
old style clothing, poking in my crib. I never EVER got hurt in that house. Am I just a
weird child?
2nd story-
My next door neighbor’s house (which my cousins moved into later) had an old man
living there. He didn’t like me much, and was extremely grouchy. I mean, he'd be nice,
because I was a kid, but I was a brat (and apparently his wife had passed away there,
too previously). Overall, I'd never get hurt anywhere except at that house. I ran inside
of it when it was hailing, and slipped, sliding in mud, and sped over concrete (my
back was bare from a dress)...ouch. It still has scars. Then, I sat on a chair rocking
back and forth (not a rocking chair – tee hee), and fell…distorting my ankle. Later I
was rushed to the hospital. Then, I went in the basement and stepped through a rusty
nail. I needed stitches for that one. Ever since then, I've vowed to stay away. But
before I vowed never to go again, I babysat for them once. They went to go see the
last LIVE KISS concert and I stayed at my cousins’. Cool right? Wrong. After lots of
ice cream and bribing, they went to sleep. Then, there was this freaking clown stuffed
animal that had a happy face on one side, and mean face on the other. The mean face
looked demonic. So, turned it to the happy face. Who would want to wake up and see
the evil face? I checked on them later, and noticed it was turned over. I turned it back.
Again at like midnight, I walk in...the doll is turned over to the evil face. Thinking the
girls did it...I turned it back over, and poked them making sure they weren’t fake
sleeping. They were passed out. Creepy. I grabbed the doll, and tossed it in the
closet. Then later, I again came to check on them (before I got a ride home from my
aunt)...the closet door was wide open, and the doll’s evil face was staring at me. I
refuse to baby-sit, anymore...wouldn’t you?
3rd story-
My guy friend would walk to my house every morning, early. He came at like 6:40AM.
So one morning he saw a Hispanic person riding a beat-up Bike, as he walked by. He
didn’t think anything of it. Next day...same thing...and the next day…and so forth. One
morning he walked again, then saw the man. Not even two seconds later, he looked
back and the guy is completely gone. It's a long block, and he could not have made it
that far. Next day, he looks back after seeing the man -- no one is there. He thought
maybe they lived nearby, and later there was a reported hit and run in the newspaper
(small town feeds off everything)...they hit the man and drove away, leaving him there to
die. They left him a block and a half down at a dead end...around where my friend
would walk to my house.
4th story-
My parents are divorced. My dad likes the country area, like woods, woods and more
WOODS. So he bought too many acres to count; and of course I explored them all. It
was night and I was feeling tough, because I was with my elder sister. There were
pathways everywhere; that’s when we found a bunch of old broken down houses. I
thought it was cool, but then I saw something bolt across some clearing; and then I
bolted the opposite direction…sister following closely behind. Later the next day we
came back, and I brought a camera; convinced it was like “big foot.” We walked into
one broke-down house, and saw straight down through the floor. My elder sister then
tried to walk across safely, but I couldn’t watch...it was dark inside, too.
I took some pictures and tried not to look “un-cool.” My sister then has a wooden
board stick to her boot (like her monster boots…thick heel, Frankenstein boots). She
pulls it out, and there’s a nail sticking out. She was bleeding, now. Then there’s a
piercing scream from a girl, from outside. I run out and see nothing. I freaked.
Grabbing my sister, we ran, and ran, and ran. At one point, we slowed down; but we
heard crunches behind us in the leaves, and so we ran, again. A few weeks following, I
had gotten that camera uploaded on my computer and it was extremely BRIGHT
PICTURES of nothing...like blobs. Not orbs or anything. You don’t know me, but I’m
pretty good with cameras and had all the settings right. So why had the pictures turned
out like blobs?
5th story-
I now live elsewhere…rather far away, and I never really cared about the uneasy feeling
I had in the new house. I thought it was because of the whole moving idea. I was
wrong. One night I was an idiot, and stayed up until three in the morning, reading(dork...
I know). It was dead silence…you hear everything; and it’s said that at these hours you
hear things you normally wouldn’t. So, I’m trying to sleep on the top bunk (my lil sis
underneath me). Both cats were in the room...and my mom and dad were passed out
in their room (I had checked on them previously). I start hearing a clicking noise…then
footsteps following the noise. Click…walking…click…walking, etc. It walked around
the whole house. I listened for it to happen, and it finally came to my door, which was
slightly open. So I’m scared that it’s some killer, so I closed my eyes. Smart, right?
The thing stopped in front of my door. I wanted to cry (I mean I was like twelve) Later, I
timed it; and it was in the living room when I fell or sort of jumped off the bed (damn
sheets), and ran…turning the hall lights on, the bathroom lights, and the other hall lights
connecting to my parents room. I seriously thought there was someone...human-like in
our house (my worst fear). I banged on my mom’s door, and screamed. She comes
out like "SOMEONES DEAD??!?!?!" My dad got up and checked (with her) all the
rooms and everything. EVERYTHING was locked. I may be going insane. Who
knows, but you have to admit, “There’s some freaky stuff out there.”
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