(NAME) Jay
(EMAIL) harvhart@xtra.co.nz
(Location) wellington
(STORYNAME) kids and dog in a cemetary?
(Story)
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Well it was a late sunday afternoon my mum had taken me and my cousin (both aged 12 at the time) driving through the cemetary to my nana's grave it was when we were driving along i pointed out to my cousin two young children who looked about 6 or 7 years old walking a dalmation. Both the children looked tranlucent and so did the dog . when i said to my mum to look at the children and the dog my mumsaid she could not see them.
From Gea gea3@juno.com
Here are some of my experiences so you can post, sorry it is still long.
Yes we have seen the boy, he likes to watch TV and stands in the > Dining Room behind the couch watching it....he is no problem. We > also had a old man in our House, but I paid someone $150 to send him away, > he would go after my own boy when he was young and I've seen him, > my daughters saw him and a couple of neighbor kids saw him. I also > have a dark figure here that did leave for a while, but he or > someone like him is back. We hear people going over steps and even > running through the house slamming doors, we've heard laughing, and > talking. One time my son woke up in the middle of the night > smelling something burning and he sat up and this figure at his bed > post said to him "Go back to sleep, Kim burnt something." Kim is > his older sister. The smell was still in the room when he woke up. > This wasn't the only time he was told to go back to sleep. He > couldn't believe that he just laid back down and went back to sleep, > it bothered him the next day, at the time my son would have > run out of the room.
My kids were afraid of the closet in that > room, my youngest now stays there and she has made it so you can't > get in that closet. At night most of us are afraid of the basement > and when it is late at night we don't like the living room. My pets > react.....Our shepard at times is afraid to come in at night he is > afraid of the basement. One time my oldest and I saw this tall dark > figure in the basement while doing laundry and we hurried up stair > and my youngest asked what was wrong and we told her, she went to > see if she could see him and when she got into the kitchen our > shepard ran in there and pulled her out by the back of her shirt. > We never saw our dog do that before.
One time I went to go do the dishes and as I went to grab the Ivory Liquid it disappeared as I was reaching for it. Boy did I think I was tried or something > and went on the search for it in my house thinking maybe someone > took it into the bathroom or laundry room or something. My husband > was at work and my 3 kids were at school. I checked the downstairs > bathroom, than the basement and than the 2nd floor bathroom, no sign > of it. As I came down off the second floor my son came in from > school, I asked him if he knew where the dish soap was and he said > "NO MA" and he went to run upstairs, he got have way up the steps > and he yelled at me, "Look mom" and I joined him on the steps and > saw my Ivory Liquid in the middle of the upstairs hall floor circled > by my youngest daughter's toys. What that was about I have no Idea.
> Several times we've heard parties in our basement, it starts out > like a wind we can hear in the kitchen, than if you stand near the > basement steps you can hear laughing and a mumble kind of talking > that you can't understand and sometimes yelling male and female > voices. > We get cold stops, We had kids that were spending the night > demanding to go home that had been told to leave by something > upstairs. We just had company from Canada that came in and had to > leave to go get a hotel afraid of my house.
> I've lived here 14 years now, my house don't have things floating > around in it like some movies and it doesn't happen everyday. It > usually catches us off guard and no one has never been hurt. A > couple of weeks ago I felt on my cheek a loud whisper of a small > female child and heard the word "MOTHER". It was so neat...and > than I felt a hand touch the side of my face and go back through my > hair.
> Also a month ago my youngest woke up with our dog laying his head on > the edge of her bed wagging his tail, looking straight at her, She > screamed and shut her eyes and when she reopened them he was > gone....this wasn't our breathing dog she saw, he was out side, it was > another dog we had that died 7 years ago.....We've had other > sightings of him....we had him 10 years he was a good dog, he was a > husky/shepard mix.
> I couldn't live in this house alone. My husband isn't affected by > this house and it is rare to get him spooked... he loves working in > the basement and has admitted that he has had moments like he is > being watched.....I don't know if he is blind to this or what, or > maybe they are afraid of him. My husband is a big guy, I've even > had friends afraid of him, I think it is because of his size, but he > isn't a bad guy or I wouldn't have stayed married to him over all of > these years. My Kids are now all in their 20's still living at home > and we even had a couple of extra kids lived her over the last > couple of years. For the last year we have had a girl from > Tennessee living hear, she also hears and feels the energy in this > house.
> In Salem, mass > we got a picture in front of a old store there, we are posing for > the camera, my husband took it.. and there is orbs of light in the > picture, heading towards the camera. We also have a cool video tape > of a ghost in the UP of Mich., It is of a woman in the old fashion > long dress wearing a bonnet in a room of a old building being > restored. (The Grand Hotel in Fayette) The room was closed off and > my husband put the camera up to a hole in the door and we didn't > realize she was in it till we were home.
> A long time ago I had an eerie experience in a Milford Cemetery, it > was like at the end of Old Plank Road, is that the one you are > talking about? It has an old bridge over the Huron River where we > use to swim. Yes that place scared my husband, a friend & I very > badly one evening, or someone played a cruel prank on us and at the > time (I don't see how anyone could of pulled this one off)I was new > in the area and didn't know anyone. It was early fall time in 1972, > it was dust and I was reading the old stones at the time. My 1st > time there. And my husband started yelling at me that someone was > coming and I thought he was joking. I ignored him and he got mad at > me and yell and I looked up and around me & I saw this figure of a > big man coming towards me , sort a hunch over dragging his leg behind
> him, though he was dragging his leg.. he moved so smoothly as if he was
> floating.. I decided to do what my husband was doing, and ran for > it.. No matter how fast I ran, this character was still the same > distance behind me and getting closer.. dragging a leg (I was the > second fastest runner in my school and I was > still really fast than. My husband friends already had our VW bug > started to drive, my husband got him to stop the car, we leaped in > and took off. The car was across the old bridge and I hide on the > floor of the car as my husband speed away, no matter how fast the > car went, this character was the same distance behind. I remember > my husbands friend calling out "Hurry!! Hurry!! He's still back > there!!" It was a old dirt road.. When we got off that road, that's > when the character vanished into mid air, like some kind of special > effect from a movie or something. I also had a friend that had > something happen there when she was a kid, they were playing hide > and seek, and there is a crypt in the hill that is empty.. she hid > there with the door open.. and as she stayed there in the dark, the > door slammed shut... leaving her stuck in it for a few hours. What > makes you think something is odd there? I never went back there in > the dark.
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> If you travel to seek for strange > experience I can tell you of a very scary cemetery, if it is still > there, in St. Louis, Mo. that will make Milford a mild case. Back > in 1995 I took my daughters there in St. Louis to see a Play with > Davy Jones. Between the theater and our hotel we could see this > overgrown cemetery from the expressway. We got brave enough and > went back a year later and learnt more about this place. This was a > classic real experience you'd see in movie. It is not a real long > experience, it was really unexpected and unique and something we'll > never forget. It was very evil though. On the way to the theater > to see the show we where passing this area and my oldest daughter, > had a friend (that she met up with at Hotel) traveling with us. > My daughters, ages 22 and 18 and a 19 year old friend wanted to stop > and check out the old cemetery. So I got off the expressway and > found the place, which wasn't to hard. It was overgrown, with > fallen trees and up rooted broken tomb stones, and some weren't to > old of graves. This friend,, that was with us, has a > grandfather who takes care of a cemetery. In seeing what bad shape > this cemetery was, She became out rage, how dare they neglect and > show no respect, this was a total disgrace and she demanded to yell > at some one. There was this huge pink house with a torn Burgundy > canopy over the front porch and steps, on the premises. The window > were broken out on the second floor and the main floor had boarded > up windows and doors. I drove right up to the broken down steps, > the closer I got the worst it looked and I told the girl, no one is > here. The friend being super upset got out of the car and my oldest > followed as my youngest worked in her word finding book in the back > seat. As the girls went up the steps a very loud scream came from > the second floor broken out windows, my youngest raised her head, my > oldest stopped for a moment as this girl marched onto the porch to pound > on the front door. As she did this one of the boards came loose and > swung down leaving an opening hole to see into the house. Now > my daughter was by her friend's side and they both peeked in. Next > thing I knew the they flew off the porch with out touching the > steps and leaped into the car.. I took off with both of the panicked > girls explaining what they saw. When they looked in the house it > looked as if it was from the 1800's, with candles lit up > everywhere.. this strange character stood up from a black chair, > and spin around real quick.. he was dressed in black with long dark > hair, and no pupils in the eyes and leaned forward and floated > quickly towards the door.. they didn't stick around to see anything > else.. they both said it got really cold.. was a very strange > feeling about the full place.. They both had the same words about > what they saw at the same time, they had no time to practice this to > make it up and the look on their faces scared me when they got in > the car, my daughter's ankle was bad, but that didn't slow her down. One
> thing this white faced character in his black silk poet shirt the > girls described to me separately in detail the same thing down to > the what his rings looked like on his long fingers. The wall were > black. Afterward we drove straight to the concert and watch the > show. I asked a person next to me if she lived in the area, she > did, and then > I asked her if she knew anything about that grave yard where the two > expressways met and she said that it was being moved because a train > track was going to go through there to go to an airport. I asked > about the house, she said it was gutted out by a fire and she said > they had tore it down. We didn't see the house on the rest of this > trip. > The following year we found the grave yard, it was in better shape, > the grass was cut and that house was still standing. > There was people working on the landscape and they let us look into > the house it was so different, even the cemetery looked differently, > but this time it is a summer early bright day around 11am instead > evening. I learnt that the tracks were going to divide this > cemetery. That only some graves were going to be moved. I didn't > learn to much about that house except that a widow was the last > owner. The workers said they've heard stories about it, but they > never experienced any thing. The main worker we talked to had > family buried there, it is an old black cemetery, He showed us an > older area of it and it was very interesting, we exchange our story > with him, he doesn't know who this white faced character is. Many > was very happy to learn that it was cleaned up and landscaped. > Hope you enjoy this other experience we had. If you ever want to > find this place let me know and I'll give you the directions. If > you want to hear more I can tell you.
We've experience sound like they are having a party, many mumbled voices > and laughing, our first time hearing it we heard a odd kind of > wind, than some voices, than a bunch... it got so loud it was like a > train was going through our basement, our dining room table even > vibrated. We've seen them, some scare us, but not all. > The Party that is going on is in our basement, not outside. We hear > and see things. Others also saw too. No one is being hurt, I've > been here 14 years we have had a lot of experiences, some I don't > understand. Our animals even react. > > > My house is on some kind of doorway where I have no control what > comes into my house. I have paid $150 out about 4 years ago for > someone to so call clean my house to get rid of the evil that was > here, he did do so, but because of the doorway he couldn't keep them > out. >> One figure I've seen since 1976 before I lived here, do you know if > ghost can be solid, I've pushed him in this house on May 15, 1992. > I really don't what he is, I call him Ed, he is not like the regular > ghost in this house, all the other ghost in this house where only > seen in this house, but not Ed. > >> I call that solid figure Ed. So you never encounter any thing like > that before. Let me explain to you what happen so you don't think > that I don't fear him..... I blame him why my hair went gray at such > an early age. > My first time seeing him was in the winter of 1976. We lived in > Milford in a Mobile Home. I was expecting my second child, my son. > I normally don't have interruptions during the night & sleep the > whole night through. These first three time I thought was just a > very odd kind of nightmare. The first three times accrued in a one > week span. > The first night I woke from a sound sleep seeing a tall figure of a > man standing a the foot of our bed in front of our bedroom door. > There was a Kitchen light left on we used for a night light that > lited behind him. I froze at first fearing he may see me seeing > him. Trying not to be noticed I tried waking my husband, but he was > to asleep. I finally after failing I sat up grabbing my husband by > the hair on his chest, yelling "THERE'S A MAN IN OUR ROOM!!!!!". > Well this got a reaction out of him fast, he sat up, but now the > figure was gone. My husband checked our home and he came to the > conclusion that I must of been dreaming. > Second night was a night or two later, again I awake finding this > figure in our room, but now he is standing on my husband side of the > bed and again I attack my husband and after my husband is up the > figure is gone and my husband swears that I must be dreaming, but I > knew I was really awake. > Third night a couple of nights later I awoke sighting figure outside > our bedroom window looking in. I didn't attack my husband this > time, but rolled over and repeated to myself that he wasn't there > till I went back to sleep. > A good while past and I thought it was maybe some weird kind of > night mare and forgot about it as time went on. > Now we live in Wixom, in a townhouse, we had 1st moved to a 2 > bedroom, but then to a 3 bedroom when our third child came in 1978. > But now it is September 1981, and I have four incidents in a weeks > time. My husband was out video taping a wedding, it is 9 pm and I > just had put my three children down to bed upstairs and I was > sitting on the floor in the living room folding clothes watching TV. > The movie Jaws was just coming on and out the side of my eye I saw > movement and I looked forward toward the front door and in my > surprised I saw that same nightmare figure standing there, this > scared me and I turned around. As I did so, I heard him run up the > stairs, where my children were, and I grabbed a stick, that we jam > our glass sliding doors with and I got up and went after him. After > I got up stairs he was gone, I checked the closets, under the bed I > couldn't find him. I had to check for a good 10 to 15 minutes. On > the way back down stairs my husband walked in. I jumped not > expecting him so early, I told him the reception must of ended early > and he said yes that it did end kind of early, I went to go back to > the movie, but now it was at the end of the Johnny Carson show. I > thought that was kind of odd and went to bed. I was afraid to > mention that I seeing things to my husband. > During this time period I worked afternoons four nights a week, it > was a couple of nights later and when I came home after work, I had > ran down to the basement to switch my laundry from the washer to the > dryer. Our basement my husband had divide it into 4 rooms, my > laundry area was super small. As I was switching the wash I saw > movement out the corner of my eye and their this guy was standing in > the doorway, I freaked and turned facing the basement wall and I > heard him run into the furnace area knocking things over. I was > froze for a few minutes, then I left my laundry and ran all the way > to the second floor and went right to bed where my husband was > asleep. Now I am afraid to be alone, what was wrong with me, was I > going nuts, am I seeing things, is he for real, he terrifies me. > Now during the day I kept my oldest daughter with me. It is a day > or two later, I know I didn't work that night. I did a lot of > laundry during this time period and again I was folding clothes in > front of the TV. I was almost finished at 11pm when my husband > announced that he was going to go to bed and I didn't want to be > alone and as I watched his hand on the banister as he was going up > the stairs, I was rushing to finish folding the last few pieces of > clothes. I heard the kitchen sink faucet turn on and became > confused and turned to look saying "Dave?" even after knowing I just > watch my husband go upstairs and than that figure glided out of the > kitchen into the dining area behind me, now I dropped the clothing I > was holding and fled upstairs to be with my husband.....now I had > just seen him go up the stairs, we are now married 27 years and my > husband has his own little routine he goes through before he > actually gets to bed and goes to sleep, it takes him a good half > hour or longer, but oh no not this night, I never saw this before or > since he was already asleep in bed when I got up there. Now what is > that about??? > The next day I told Dave that now I was having nightmares and I am > awake. Now when I was a teenager I had a group of friends that > loved the Ouija board and we worked with it for around five years > and that is another story, but I don't want one of them in my house > I am now afraid of them, when I told Dave, he smiled and told me > that he had brought a board he found in the dumpster in our parking > lot, because a man in the townhouse across the parking lot had > passed away and his family was throwing a lot away and the board was > one of the items....I didn't know it was in my place and he got the > board broke it in half and threw it away and said my problem was > taken care of. Then I came back and asked if this is so what about > in 1976 and he said he had taken a board from his folk's gargage and > brought it to the mobile home and I stopped the nightmares when he > threw it away. That night was like the very first night I saw Ed in > 1976, but now in the townhouse, I woke up and he was in the doorway > and this time I rolled over and repeated to myself that he wasn't > there. And that was the last to that. The last two sighting of Ed was in 92 day after our dog died. 1st day, kids are away, husband out side working on the neighbor's car. I was doing dishes. I heard then saw someone walking through the house, I went after him, thinking it was my husband to see what he wanted. But when I got to the front door I saw my husband with his head under the hood of the car. I asked him if he was just in here, he said, no. I turned to go back & as I did I ran into Ed, with my hands on his chest, I quickly pushed away, yelling for my husband, running back onto the front porch. My husband ran in finding no one. Ed was solid. Next day I was driving off to the store with my oldest. As we did both of us saw Ed on the porch, and he wasn't there when we were just on it. That after we got a big dog, Ed hasn't been back since, he also wasn't seen between getting the first dog and his death, but shows up the day after. > > We have a dark shadow type in our house that we also call Ed, we are > not sure if it is the same, he is very quick, it is rare to see him > straight on, but we have and our dog is very scared of him. He is > one of many. Back in the early sixties a young teen age boy > accidently shot himself in our basement and died, my friend knows > his name, because she lived with her grandmother across the street > at that time. We see him out the corner of our eye, he likes > watching TV from in the Dining Room standing behind our couch, he > doesn't hurt anyone. We lived here 14 years now. There use to be > a old man that we'd see, but he is gone now for a long time. Even > the neighbor kids saw him, he'd go mainly after my son, he trapped > my boy in my room once and my son ended up running through him to > get out of my room. I hired someone for $150 to get him out of > here. That man said this house holds many souls and that he can't > make him stay out, because of some kind of doorway in the basement > and another upstairs, the dark shadow guy was gone for a few years > after that, but he's back now. Mostly just hearing people going > over the steps, sometimes sounds like that party thing going on down > in the basement and the man we hired said we had some tricksters in > our house. We get the cold spots, a few weeks ago I heard & felt, > on my cheek, a little one whispering loudly "Mother". That was so > neat. > >
> > Gea
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From: prestonjoseph@full-moon.com
This is the story my friend called me about.
Brook Haven Cemetery was located in the mountains of Vermont,30 years ago.A small grave yard not many buried there.A group of hunters,a few convitcs,and ladies of the night.It wasnt kept up,rather shaggy looking.So when a big shot lawyer from out west bought some land near it he decided he wanted to have as much as he could.With his money and power.Knowing what he did,he got the land where the grave yard was.Promisng to keep the graves there.And make the grave yard look nice.But after a while,he changed his mind.He went to the town office,and made a request to move the grave yard.He got permission went to the local undertaker,made all the arrangments,and had it moved.He decided to add on to his house,and it was to be built on the lot where the grave yard was.The person diggin the cellar hole,found trouble after he started to dig.His helper hit him over the head with a pick-ax,by accident and it killedhim.The cellar hole was dug with no more trouble.The frame was put up,but while the carpenters were working on the roof,the whole frame collasped,killing 4 more.The add on got finished,but at least 6 more died in the process. Two years wentby the owner of the house andhis family encounterd slamming doors,odd smells,guns shots heard. And metal being opened.They went away for a week,when they got home,all the furniture was moved,a fire in the wood stove.And they smelt meat cooking.But this all dissapeard as soon as they actullay went inside,except the furniture,and the fire.One night the family, met with horrible fate.They were found all shot to death,and hung up like you would a deer,to cut it up. a horrible fate.
After the bodys were removed,the house burnt down,completely to the ground.The land was cleared and some people can still hear the things the family heard. And even more things like a family moaning like they were dying. . Joe.
. THE UNDERTAKER.
(NAME) anonymous
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) undisclosed
(STORYNAME) the grave keeper
Have you ever been in a grave yard late at night. Was it haunted. Well the one in my story is and there was a legend behind it. But I didnt believe it but I should have.
I live close to a grave yard maybe two or three blocks. One night me and some of my friends thought it would be fun to sneek out and go into it. Well we did at about 2A.M. We meet up at the gate and then climbed the fince. Now there is supose to be a legend that the grave yard is protected by a evil demon but none of us thought it was true . But we should have because once in the grave yard wierd things started to happen.
First we all had this eerie that somebody was watching us. Then we started to hear foot steps like someone was following us. Or we thought we heard someone say leave or die. Those were nothing compared to what happened next. It was around 2:45A.M when we saw him. He came up to us and started yelling at us. He said that we shouldnt be there in his grave yard and now we must suffer the punishment. At this point we got up and said fine well leave. But when I turned around it was like he had disappearedso I turned around and he was standing in ! front of me. Only this time he had his knife in this hand.
I saw my friends had already left so I was the only one there and he was blocking the path we came up on. Then he said it again now you will die. Since I knew this part of the grave yard good I turned around and ran through a path ( this path takes you to the back gate). Once at the gate I turned around and looked but I didnt see him( and I know he was following me). So I jumped the fince and went home. The next morning I asked my dad who grave keeper at the grave yard was. He told me there was no grave keeper since the last no died five years ago.
(NAME) Chris
(EMAIL) No E-Mail
(Location) Iwakuni, Japan (U.S. Marine Corps)
(STORYNAME) The Elgin Ghost
This is the story I remember my dad telling me.
In the early part of the century, when Elgin was all farmland, a farmer lived with his daughter (where in Elgin, I don't know). One night when she was a teenager, she went on a date with a couple guy friends. Later that night they raped and killed her. The murderers were never found.
The farmer was devastated. Thinking the killers were hiding out in his field, he would walk up and down the rows of corn everyday looking for them. Years later he died.
Before all the farm land in Elgin was turned into subdivisions, legend had it that the farmer's ghost still roamed the rows of corn. When my dad was a little kid, he was playing on the edge of the field. He looked down one of the main dirt paths. On the row marker(back then instead of street signs, they had row markers...simply a stone pillar around 2-3 feet with a round top)about 50 feet away he saw a white blurry shape of a man walking toward him. The white shape engulfed the row marker. Thing was, the ghost would be walking toward you, but never get any closer. The closer you walked toward the marker, the more the ghost faded and faded, until you finally reached the marker and there was nothing there. My grandfather worked for a small Des Plaines newspaper when he was alive and published some pictures and a story about the Elgin Ghost. I don't know the name of the paper or when it was published...sometime in the late 50's, early 60's???
(STORYNAME) drunk man walking
You have probaly saw this before a man walking down the street. Normal enough right well not in my story. It was a foggy night in june the first time I saw him. I was outside with some of my friends and we were trying to scare each other. I remembered a good place to hide where I could scare anybody that came by. It was near the road maybe five feet away. When I was waiting there all of a sudden I heard foot steps coming down the road. When the man got closer I noticed I had never saw him before( and I know everyone around where I live). He didnt say anything to me this time he just nodded. The second time I saw him it was also june( three days later) I was outside taking the trash out this time he came up to me and said that his name( which I wont say). I could tell he drunk he asked me to help him get home . I said it was late and I was tried. He repeated help me get home this time he yelled it though. So I turned around and went inside. The next morning I told my mom about his man and she seamed suprised. But she had her reasons because she handed me the the! paper from three days ago. On the front page it said car wreck kills 1 and injures 2. When the driver of a car runs a stop sign and hits a man walking down the street. It also said that the man walking was supose to be drunkjust like the man i was talking to. Why he was chose to stop and talk to me remains a mystery. But I havent saw him since I looked at the newspaper.
(STORYNAME) ghost story X
There is an old house down the road. No one likes it much. It adds a little history to the town, but then again, it adds some spooks too. I remember nights where I've thought my eyes have played simple tricks, since I dought I'm not already blind, but sometimes, when I'm positive I'm alone, I can feel the eyes watching me. I once went by the house, stood in it front drive, and was positive I heard talking, not noisy joyous, or fight like, just talking. I never can explain that. I hope I never do, 'cause the explanation just might be as weird as the event. Then there's the graveyard. No kidding! A family graveyard, and with all Blair Witch relation aside, a lot of the tombs are of infants. Some date back almost to 1790. Most are old and lichen eaten. But one bothers me, because it itself has been bothered somewhere down teh line. It's headstone is broken. Clean off as if it were kicked by someone cruel enough to disturb the dead. And probably paid. It's! a quiet town though. A quiet road. A quiet home. A quiet terror. This setting is pleasant and historcally amazing to some, but to us, it's like living in a nightmare. But the adults are too stuborn to admit he's there. To admit they are there. But they are. They're there as much as you and I are sitting here right now. A baby's cry is occational, I know it's there though. And I hate it. As much as I love this town, I want to leave that part of it in the past, where IT doesn't want to stay. So it stay's here, and here it will stay 'til the end of time I suppose. Living with the living, and avenging those who want to stop that. That's where my story begins. We have all seen a scary movie somewhere. After it we want to get under our beads and eat garlic, and see what we think is them. Of course, we know it's not and in a week, it's gone. But sometimes, it's that childish fear that brings you to the beleif that it's there. if it's not gone in a week, you slack ! off the movies, but what if it stays a year? I think it's been there for ever, but it took some stupid Hollywood scare to make me realize what I've got on my hand. Peircing white eyes. A tall figure, but skinny, lean, almost boyish. Then there's the one I call Sherlene. That red dress looks good on her. If only it were died instead of bloodstained. And if only I could forget that red puddle on the floor of the little house, long since dried, but still eerie and with that salty smell of death. Why I had the lust to go in there, only God knows, and why a year later I bought it is an even greater mysery, but I think even He has no explanation for Sherlene and her lover who went to fight, and never came back. "He said he'd be back", she'd weep, her gray, pale, but beautiful face would tell me, her dress flowing red around her. "I know what happened, but I'll be no widow. Death by broken heart is the worst of all", she'll tell me as she floats slightly above the floor at! the foot of my bed, pistol hanging in her slender fingers. "I won't wait for him forever." BLAM!! Every night is the same, but some times, after she pulls the triger and hit's the floor, he'll come through the door, arm in a sling, his dark blure uniform a bit bloodied. Those eyes hold such sorrow, and he bends down, kisses her cheek, and spills his brains beside her. Some times they'll talk. Her stories of their good times all ways bringing me shivers and tears, and over the nights, we've become friends. She even calls me by name, but at 2:57 exactly, even if she's at mid sentence, the hundred year old tradition will continue. I love this house, but still, as much as I love them, one ghost makes me want to lay down beside them. I never see her, or him, which ever it is but every night, through the door that White Eyes leaves open, I see the hand hold the gun against the baby's head, the baby cries and BLAM!!! Another "history". To heck with history. I'll take deat! h.
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