Scaring Myself Ghost Story

by Dianne...

First of all, let me say that I didn't see a ghost at this particular time; but please read my story, as it is fact. I'm not sure how old I was at the time, around 11 to 13 years old, maybe. I am now 24 and am Australian.

One night I was home with my mum. She was in the lounge watching TV, and I was in the kitchen washing the dishes. Anyway, in our kitchen we had hooks hanging from a shelf to hang cups on. I placed the cups on the hooks and returned to cleaning the water from around the sink. And then, there was an exploding noise that made me jump: one of the cups had exploded. It was so intense that pieces flew right into the dining room.

At this point, my mum ran into the kitchen to see if I was OK, as she heard it. And she asked, "What happened?"

I said, "It just exploded (half of the cup was still on the hook, by the handle, as only half of it exploded. I am the logical type that thinks there's an explanation for everything - boy am I wrong)."

I went with mum into the laundry to get the broom and dustpan; and we came back into the kitchen. I looked at the bench and the handle of the cup was laying on the it. So, I turned to mum and said, "Didn't we leave it on the hook still?"

She replied, "I can't remember exactly, but I'm fairly sure it was still on the hook. OK, lets see." She got the handle and placed it back on the hook and made sure it was steady, and said, "We will come back in five minutes."

So, we went into the lounge and then later made our way back to the kitchen. I looked in from the door first and saw the handle back on the bench - in the same place. At that point, I started screaming, and mum looked and saw it there also. At this point, I couldn't stop screaming and shaking. Mum laid me down on the couch in the lounge, and I was crying until my dad came home.

After that, I couldn't go to sleep without the lights on for two weeks, and the scariest thing is, about one month before that event happened, a friend of the family was leaving our place on his bike. He was crossing the road at night and was hit by two cars, dying right in front of our house on the road. I was just a kid; and we ran out because we heard the bang, and I saw him laying there - deceased. It's amazing how both the bang from the cup and our friend getting hit by a car sounded so alike.

I could tell you a few other strange things that have happened, but it's 1:37 AM here, and I'm scaring myself too much. For those of you who don't believe, or haven't experienced anything, I truly envy you. Consider yourself one of the lucky ones...