(NAME) Taha Ahmed (EMAIL) taha_nadeem@usa.net (Location) Carlisle,PA (STORYNAME) Red faced ghost (Story) My favorite color WAS red but not anymore afyer this happened.What happened was me and my family were going to a ghost town.Well i didn't know that wether it was a real ghost town or a fake one,until.We had a guide with us who was very kind and nice and also mysterious.He left us in a hotel near the ghost town and then he walked back to the town.I wasn't very satisfied with his attitude so I sneaked from the room and then followed him.he was walking very fast and I had to keep up with him as usual.I thought that he was a criminal or something but...He walked and walked and walked.And i followed.he stopped at a door which was very old and had something red on it.Then I saw that house in the light.Amazingly it was all red.I saw a man coming out.I didn't see him very clearly but I saw his red face.Then I realized that he had 2 sharp teeth coming out of his mouth.And then I knew that he had blood on his face and the whole house was bloody.YUCK!Then what I saw was unbeliva! ble.Our guide headed back and then he brought back a human for dinner.I don't know what happened because I was about to throw up so I headed back.I never told it to anyone.This happened to me when I was in the country Pakistan.And I was taking my spring break.I never went back over there again.And i hope that I never will
(NAME) anonymous
(EMAIL) anonymous
(Location) undisclosed
(STORYNAME) The gumby shale ghost
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One day my aunt was being real mean to her mom.She went to bed then she had a dream that a gumby shape ghost was picking her eyebrows.When she woke up by her mom's voice she was in the livingroom then her mom asked why her eybows were out.She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and saw all her eybrows out.
(NAME) Karen Cunningham
(EMAIL) StyxLady22@aol.com
(Location) Brookfield, Illinois
(STORYNAME) Red Light at Maple Lake
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Off of 95th st just down the road from Hickory Hills Il. is a wide area of forest preserves. THis one forest preserve in particular is called Maple Lake. In the summer they have boat rentals and such for people to fish or just relax. Off of the 2 lane winding road by the entrance you can see the lake as you drive by. One night I had brought my friend, who was visiting from New York,out to the woods. It was a cold January night. It was late, about 12:30 am. Nobody else was out there besides us. As were passing Maple Lake, I slowed down to look across the lake. THere was a red light coming from the other side of the shore. I told my friend, "Who the heck is out on a night like this?" So I pulled into the entrance and before I knew it the light was right next to where we were. My friend had asked who that was? I said, "I don't know but whoever it is, is crazy let's get out of here!" I turned the car around and went home. It had looked like somebody in a boat, a regular boat with no motor. I couldn't see their face, just the light. A week later my parents had gone to a discussion held by Richard Crowe. A famous ghost hunter. He had said it was a man looking for his head. I don't know any othe! r accounts to the story or how this aparition came about. I had no idea at the time what it was about. Boy, it was scary and interesting at the same time!!!! If you have any questions, please e-mail me. THanks Karen
(NAME) Anonymous
(EMAIL) Anonymous
(STORYNAME) Ture ghost story( READ STORY FIRST!!!!)
This is a translation from an Indonesian photographer. Maybe this event that I have experienced will make people believe or not. I leave the judgement to you!!! What is clear is that I’m not trying to influence or force you to believe I have experienced. I just want to share what had happen, maybe you also have experienced the same thing that had happen to me that time. I myself before didn’t believe until I really saw it with my own eyes. This happened while my sister was in junior highschool, she was confined in one of the Hospitals in Bandong (Indonesia). It was Thursday and it was my first time to look after my sister because usually my parents are the one who takes care of her. After work I immediately went to the hospital, I didn't have enough time to go home and take a shower and change my clothes because it was already late, it was already 9:45 in the evening. I had to go straight to the hospital. As soon as I got to the hospital, I immediately went to my sister’s room, which was in the very end of the 2nd floor. My sister suddenly became quiet as if she was so scared while she looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall. It was already 12:45 in the morning. I felt weird and asked her why she suddenly became quiet and as if she was so scared. Then I was told that there was this weird thing that happened in this hospital, it was around 1:30 in the morning of Thursday. In the end of the hallway outside the room, a girl crying can be heard. At first, there where whisperings that can be heard. And the longer it was the louder it went, and the more clearer it became. Suddenly that voice was like coming from a far place. Then I thought that my sister was just dreaming at that time. The patient that was sharing my sisters room also told me the same story that happened several days before my sister was confined. The voice was coming from thinned of the hallway and you could see a shadow passing from the room, from the reflection under the door. One of the nurses opinion. On Monday there was a girl who killed herself. The girl was raped and was brutally abused by several people whose identities are not yet known. I was trying to calm my sister down so that she won't believe and get scared of it. I myself felt scared while listening to that story. Then I was trying to make my sister sleep so that she won't think of it anymore and I need to sleep as well co'z I had to go to work the next day. When my sister was already asleep I went to my sleeping bag that I had brought from the office. Just several minutes after closing my eyes, suddenly I heard voices like there was a young girl crying. My heart was beating so fast and my bones were getting weak. I was sweating and felt really cold. I closed and tried to prayed. . .prayed. . . that was the only thing I could do at that moment. Hopefully, the story my sister told me won't come true. . . hopefully I was only dreaming. . . only dreaming. I don’t know why. . . suddenly I felt brave. I stood up got my camera that was inside my bag and peeked from the clear window beside the door. It was true. . . What the patient and my sister told me were true. There was a girl passing the hallways of the second floor while crying. When she passed by the door I quickly went out, the girl suddenly turned and stared at me. And I just suddenly pressed the camera and took pictures while my eyes were closed. I was not brave enough to look at that girl so I just kept my eyes closed. And then suddenly it went quiet and then I opened my eyes and the girl wasn’t there anymore. I kept the film and the next day I had the film developed. And out of the 36 shots there were only 2 that came out, then the rest were blurred. Enclosed are the pictures that I took from the hospital.
Note: I never received the pictures
(NAME) Alisha (EMAIL) anonymous (Location) undisclosed (STORYNAME) The man who hung him self (Story) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Man Who Hung Him Self . There ones lived a man who told his frends he was going away for 7 days . Seven days whent by ,his frends were geting worred now but becouse they didn't now were he was they didn't find him . A mounth went by he still didn't come home .But what they didn't no that he had tock sowesied or had he bin stranguled by some one eles .Some one out of the villege had gone for awork . when then she soure a body hanging from a brige .She ran acrose the strem going to see if he was alive or deid. When she sore him close up he was deid .She cared his body to a niere forist and left him there .90 yeeros latter to pepole were working down the same roid that lady did .they sore a man hanging from a brig .They whent to help him down and he diseperd , he was aghost . The same one who hung him self 90 yeurs a go .That his the story of the hung man . He still hunts that bidge to day . By Alisha George
(NAME) Cidney
(EMAIL) GUrLpOwEr@aol.com
(Location) NY Anemilo
(STORYNAME) ghopsty
I am relly a ghost!!!!!
From: "Ed Balch" Subject: Re: Fwd: This happened tonight Sure...go ahead. Just be sure to give me credit for the story. Today I got my pictures back (pictures I took the night before I took my parents out there). In one of the pictures made from behind the car while it was moving (we had to push it to make it move and then it kept moving.....this is weird how that works...if nobody is outside of the car it always starts by itself...why when somebody is outside the car does it require a push and then it keeps moving as if someone is pushing it? Maybe the ghost Henry thinks that you are too tired to push and helps out) there was what looks like a cloud. There was no fog or people smoking out there that night. I also held my breathe while taking the picture. The simple fact that this showed up on film and no other pictures made on the hill that night showed any sort of fog makes me believe that may actually be a picture of the ghost. This was also the only picture made while the car was moving. Regardless of whether or not that is a picture of the ghost or not it doesn't matter. What happened while my parents and I were out there was real. It could not have been immitated by any machine, person, or animal. I went out there last night with friends and the car rolled uphill but the voices and the second push after the car stopped did not happen. After that I got a second group of friends and when we arrived nothing would push us up the hill. This was very eerie but nowhere near as eerie as the voices that my parents and I heard. we turned around and tried again.......it pushed us up the hill with more force than usual. We were in my sports utility vehicle (all other times we had been in cars) and it pushed us farther than it ever has before. However, my friends in the back reported hearing the rustling of leaves (it was raining this night) and they felt cold all of a sudden. I honestly did not feel anything more than the usual eerie feeling. On our third and last trip (the first trip was the time we didn't move) we stopped after not moving very far at all. We sat there and waited to move again. Then we honked the horn and a few minutes later honked it again. After that I felt a weird presence like air pressure around me and we left. We had recorded the whole thing on a tape recorder with an extermal mic hanging from my rear view mirror. After we drove off and started listening to the tape it freaked tha hell outta us. Throughout parts of the tape the voices become distorted (no my tape recorder isn't bad) and at the end where I felt the weird presence the tape noise intensifies and sounds as if we are recording the whole thing in a tunnel. ANyways, weird........I'm not making this up and would have no reason to. If you want a copy of the audio it's a 17 meg file in MP3 format. Welp, I stayed away from there tonight and simple hungout with friends. I've gotta be able to go to sleep tonight before the sun rises in the morning. L8rz, Ed ----Original Message----- From: Jamie Clemons To: Ed Balch Date: Friday, November 26, 1999 10:07 PM Subject: Re: Fwd: This happened tonight >ed, > do you mind me using your story on my web page? i >assume not since you sent it to me. but if so let me >know otherwise im putting it up. you never replied to >tell me where this happened. Id like to find out more >about the story. >jamie > >> ATTACHMENT part 2 message/rfc822 >> From: "Ed Balch" >> To: >> Subject: This happened tonight >> Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 03:38:31 -0600 >> >> This is the first ghost that I've experienced. Went >> there last night with friends and nothing happened >> except for the car moving uphill by itself. Tonight >> I took my parents out there to show them and we >> heard voices. What should I do when I go back? Can >> I talk to the ghost? Will he hurt me? Story has it >> that this Henry ghost was run over when his car >> broke down. That's why he pushes your car up the >> hill for you. >> >> Wednesday November 24th (Night before Thanksgiving) >> >> 1st Trip - [I'm driving, dad in passenger seat, mom >> in back] >> >> We honk horn in driveway, turn around, pull into >> ruts, kill headlights and engine, and then throw the >> car into neutral.My voicemail button goes off on my >> Powertel phone (there is no service within at least >> 10 miles of that area). A few seconds later our car >> I mash the brake and start the car back up. We ride >> back down the driveway and honk again in preparation >> for our 2nd trip. >> >> 2nd Trip - [Dad in driver's seat, me in passenger >> seat, mom in back] >> >> I get out of the car after the tires are in the >> ruts. While standing beside the car, my dad turns >> off the lights and engine and throws the car in >> neutral. Since I am standing outside staring at the >> rear of the car nothing happens. The car stays >> stationary and I hop back in explaining to my >> parents that the car never moves if anybody is >> outside of it. Maybe the ghost of Henry is afraid of >> being seen or doesn't offer help if other people are >> around. After this we decide to try it again the >> conventional way. We pull into the driveway and honk >> our horn in preparation for our 3rd (and final) >> trip. >> >> 3rd Trip - [Dad driving, me in passenger seat, mom >> in back) >> >> We put our tires in the ruts and kill the engine and >> headlights and put the car in neutral. The car rolls >> forward for about 40 feet and then stops. For the >> next 10 seconds while we were not being pushed >> uphill we begin to hear the sound of a person >> gasping for breath. After those 10 seconds we began >> to move again. Approximately 5 seconds later I began >> hearing footsteps walking from the rear of the car >> to the front passenger side door where I was >> sitting. Immediately after that I felt a weird >> presence and froze up. Immediately after that we all >> heard a horrifying, ghostly scream. After this we >> cranked up the car and drove off. >> 10:27 We Hear Footsteps (I do), Sound of person >> gasping for breath (all of us), ear-piercing cry >> (all of us) >> >> L8rz, >> >> Ed (EMAIL) anonymous (Location) undisclosed (STORYNAME) ghost story X (Story) 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 hell with history. I'll take deat! h. (NAME) Sarah Balchin (EMAIL) balchin_2000@yahoo.com (Location) Alton (STORYNAME) The woman with the half half face (Story) There was this girl her name was Mandy she lived in cottage with her mother nwho was called Kayliegh. They lived quite near to a pond in todays days they call it kings pond. so one night Mandy went for a walk in the forest and suddenly this man jumped out of the bush and stared to follow her. Then suddenly he grabed her and riped her clothes off. After that he draged her over to the big old oak tree and tied her to it and left her there in pain. At the cottage her mother started to worry about her doughter then suddenly there was a knock knock at the door and Kayleigh throught it might be Mandy but why didn't she use key. she opend the door and suddenly Kayleigh had a knife straight throught chest. The next morning the vicer went round like every sunday. But then he found Kayleigh died on the floor with a knife in her chest. Everyone thourght it was Mandy who killed her mum MORE READERS SUBMISSIONS HOME This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page
Subject: Re: Fwd: This happened tonight
Sure...go ahead. Just be sure to give me credit for the story. Today I got my pictures back (pictures I took the night before I took my parents out there). In one of the pictures made from behind the car while it was moving (we had to push it to make it move and then it kept moving.....this is weird how that works...if nobody is outside of the car it always starts by itself...why when somebody is outside the car does it require a push and then it keeps moving as if someone is pushing it? Maybe the ghost Henry thinks that you are too tired to push and helps out) there was what looks like a cloud. There was no fog or people smoking out there that night. I also held my breathe while taking the picture. The simple fact that this showed up on film and no other pictures made on the hill that night showed any sort of fog makes me believe that may actually be a picture of the ghost. This was also the only picture made while the car was moving. Regardless of whether or not that is a picture of the ghost or not it doesn't matter. What happened while my parents and I were out there was real. It could not have been immitated by any machine, person, or animal. I went out there last night with friends and the car rolled uphill but the voices and the second push after the car stopped did not happen. After that I got a second group of friends and when we arrived nothing would push us up the hill. This was very eerie but nowhere near as eerie as the voices that my parents and I heard. we turned around and tried again.......it pushed us up the hill with more force than usual. We were in my sports utility vehicle (all other times we had been in cars) and it pushed us farther than it ever has before. However, my friends in the back reported hearing the rustling of leaves (it was raining this night) and they felt cold all of a sudden. I honestly did not feel anything more than the usual eerie feeling. On our third and last trip (the first trip was the time we didn't move) we stopped after not moving very far at all. We sat there and waited to move again. Then we honked the horn and a few minutes later honked it again. After that I felt a weird presence like air pressure around me and we left. We had recorded the whole thing on a tape recorder with an extermal mic hanging from my rear view mirror. After we drove off and started listening to the tape it freaked tha hell outta us. Throughout parts of the tape the voices become distorted (no my tape recorder isn't bad) and at the end where I felt the weird presence the tape noise intensifies and sounds as if we are recording the whole thing in a tunnel. ANyways, weird........I'm not making this up and would have no reason to. If you want a copy of the audio it's a 17 meg file in MP3 format. Welp, I stayed away from there tonight and simple hungout with friends. I've gotta be able to go to sleep tonight before the sun rises in the morning.
L8rz,
Ed
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From: Jamie Clemons To: Ed Balch Date: Friday, November 26, 1999 10:07 PM Subject: Re: Fwd: This happened tonight >ed, > do you mind me using your story on my web page? i >assume not since you sent it to me. but if so let me >know otherwise im putting it up. you never replied to >tell me where this happened. Id like to find out more >about the story. >jamie > >> ATTACHMENT part 2 message/rfc822 >> From: "Ed Balch" >> To: >> Subject: This happened tonight >> Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 03:38:31 -0600 >> >> This is the first ghost that I've experienced. Went >> there last night with friends and nothing happened >> except for the car moving uphill by itself. Tonight >> I took my parents out there to show them and we >> heard voices. What should I do when I go back? Can >> I talk to the ghost? Will he hurt me? Story has it >> that this Henry ghost was run over when his car >> broke down. That's why he pushes your car up the >> hill for you. >> >> Wednesday November 24th (Night before Thanksgiving) >> >> 1st Trip - [I'm driving, dad in passenger seat, mom >> in back] >> >> We honk horn in driveway, turn around, pull into >> ruts, kill headlights and engine, and then throw the >> car into neutral.My voicemail button goes off on my >> Powertel phone (there is no service within at least >> 10 miles of that area). A few seconds later our car >> I mash the brake and start the car back up. We ride >> back down the driveway and honk again in preparation >> for our 2nd trip. >> >> 2nd Trip - [Dad in driver's seat, me in passenger >> seat, mom in back] >> >> I get out of the car after the tires are in the >> ruts. While standing beside the car, my dad turns >> off the lights and engine and throws the car in >> neutral. Since I am standing outside staring at the >> rear of the car nothing happens. The car stays >> stationary and I hop back in explaining to my >> parents that the car never moves if anybody is >> outside of it. Maybe the ghost of Henry is afraid of >> being seen or doesn't offer help if other people are >> around. After this we decide to try it again the >> conventional way. We pull into the driveway and honk >> our horn in preparation for our 3rd (and final) >> trip. >> >> 3rd Trip - [Dad driving, me in passenger seat, mom >> in back) >> >> We put our tires in the ruts and kill the engine and >> headlights and put the car in neutral. The car rolls >> forward for about 40 feet and then stops. For the >> next 10 seconds while we were not being pushed >> uphill we begin to hear the sound of a person >> gasping for breath. After those 10 seconds we began >> to move again. Approximately 5 seconds later I began >> hearing footsteps walking from the rear of the car >> to the front passenger side door where I was >> sitting. Immediately after that I felt a weird >> presence and froze up. Immediately after that we all >> heard a horrifying, ghostly scream. After this we >> cranked up the car and drove off. >> 10:27 We Hear Footsteps (I do), Sound of person >> gasping for breath (all of us), ear-piercing cry >> (all of us) >> >> L8rz, >> >> Ed (EMAIL) anonymous (Location) undisclosed (STORYNAME) ghost story X (Story) 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 hell with history. I'll take deat! h. (NAME) Sarah Balchin (EMAIL) balchin_2000@yahoo.com (Location) Alton (STORYNAME) The woman with the half half face (Story) There was this girl her name was Mandy she lived in cottage with her mother nwho was called Kayliegh. They lived quite near to a pond in todays days they call it kings pond. so one night Mandy went for a walk in the forest and suddenly this man jumped out of the bush and stared to follow her. Then suddenly he grabed her and riped her clothes off. After that he draged her over to the big old oak tree and tied her to it and left her there in pain. At the cottage her mother started to worry about her doughter then suddenly there was a knock knock at the door and Kayleigh throught it might be Mandy but why didn't she use key. she opend the door and suddenly Kayleigh had a knife straight throught chest. The next morning the vicer went round like every sunday. But then he found Kayleigh died on the floor with a knife in her chest. Everyone thourght it was Mandy who killed her mum MORE READERS SUBMISSIONS HOME This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page
To: Ed Balch Date: Friday, November 26, 1999 10:07 PM Subject: Re: Fwd: This happened tonight >ed, > do you mind me using your story on my web page? i >assume not since you sent it to me. but if so let me >know otherwise im putting it up. you never replied to >tell me where this happened. Id like to find out more >about the story. >jamie > >> ATTACHMENT part 2 message/rfc822 >> From: "Ed Balch" >> To: >> Subject: This happened tonight >> Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 03:38:31 -0600 >> >> This is the first ghost that I've experienced. Went >> there last night with friends and nothing happened >> except for the car moving uphill by itself. Tonight >> I took my parents out there to show them and we >> heard voices. What should I do when I go back? Can >> I talk to the ghost? Will he hurt me? Story has it >> that this Henry ghost was run over when his car >> broke down. That's why he pushes your car up the >> hill for you. >> >> Wednesday November 24th (Night before Thanksgiving) >> >> 1st Trip - [I'm driving, dad in passenger seat, mom >> in back] >> >> We honk horn in driveway, turn around, pull into >> ruts, kill headlights and engine, and then throw the >> car into neutral.My voicemail button goes off on my >> Powertel phone (there is no service within at least >> 10 miles of that area). A few seconds later our car >> I mash the brake and start the car back up. We ride >> back down the driveway and honk again in preparation >> for our 2nd trip. >> >> 2nd Trip - [Dad in driver's seat, me in passenger >> seat, mom in back] >> >> I get out of the car after the tires are in the >> ruts. While standing beside the car, my dad turns >> off the lights and engine and throws the car in >> neutral. Since I am standing outside staring at the >> rear of the car nothing happens. The car stays >> stationary and I hop back in explaining to my >> parents that the car never moves if anybody is >> outside of it. Maybe the ghost of Henry is afraid of >> being seen or doesn't offer help if other people are >> around. After this we decide to try it again the >> conventional way. We pull into the driveway and honk >> our horn in preparation for our 3rd (and final) >> trip. >> >> 3rd Trip - [Dad driving, me in passenger seat, mom >> in back) >> >> We put our tires in the ruts and kill the engine and >> headlights and put the car in neutral. The car rolls >> forward for about 40 feet and then stops. For the >> next 10 seconds while we were not being pushed >> uphill we begin to hear the sound of a person >> gasping for breath. After those 10 seconds we began >> to move again. Approximately 5 seconds later I began >> hearing footsteps walking from the rear of the car >> to the front passenger side door where I was >> sitting. Immediately after that I felt a weird >> presence and froze up. Immediately after that we all >> heard a horrifying, ghostly scream. After this we >> cranked up the car and drove off. >> 10:27 We Hear Footsteps (I do), Sound of person >> gasping for breath (all of us), ear-piercing cry >> (all of us) >> >> L8rz, >> >> Ed (EMAIL) anonymous (Location) undisclosed (STORYNAME) ghost story X (Story) 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 hell with history. I'll take deat! h. (NAME) Sarah Balchin (EMAIL) balchin_2000@yahoo.com (Location) Alton (STORYNAME) The woman with the half half face (Story) There was this girl her name was Mandy she lived in cottage with her mother nwho was called Kayliegh. They lived quite near to a pond in todays days they call it kings pond. so one night Mandy went for a walk in the forest and suddenly this man jumped out of the bush and stared to follow her. Then suddenly he grabed her and riped her clothes off. After that he draged her over to the big old oak tree and tied her to it and left her there in pain. At the cottage her mother started to worry about her doughter then suddenly there was a knock knock at the door and Kayleigh throught it might be Mandy but why didn't she use key. she opend the door and suddenly Kayleigh had a knife straight throught chest. The next morning the vicer went round like every sunday. But then he found Kayleigh died on the floor with a knife in her chest. Everyone thourght it was Mandy who killed her mum MORE READERS SUBMISSIONS HOME This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page
Date: Friday, November 26, 1999 10:07 PM
>ed,
> do you mind me using your story on my web page? i
>assume not since you sent it to me. but if so let me
>know otherwise im putting it up. you never replied to
>tell me where this happened. Id like to find out more
>about the story.
>jamie
> >> ATTACHMENT part 2 message/rfc822 >> From: "Ed Balch" >> To: >> Subject: This happened tonight >> Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 03:38:31 -0600 >> >> This is the first ghost that I've experienced. Went >> there last night with friends and nothing happened >> except for the car moving uphill by itself. Tonight >> I took my parents out there to show them and we >> heard voices. What should I do when I go back? Can >> I talk to the ghost? Will he hurt me? Story has it >> that this Henry ghost was run over when his car >> broke down. That's why he pushes your car up the >> hill for you. >> >> Wednesday November 24th (Night before Thanksgiving) >> >> 1st Trip - [I'm driving, dad in passenger seat, mom >> in back] >> >> We honk horn in driveway, turn around, pull into >> ruts, kill headlights and engine, and then throw the >> car into neutral.My voicemail button goes off on my >> Powertel phone (there is no service within at least >> 10 miles of that area). A few seconds later our car >> I mash the brake and start the car back up. We ride >> back down the driveway and honk again in preparation >> for our 2nd trip. >> >> 2nd Trip - [Dad in driver's seat, me in passenger >> seat, mom in back] >> >> I get out of the car after the tires are in the >> ruts. While standing beside the car, my dad turns >> off the lights and engine and throws the car in >> neutral. Since I am standing outside staring at the >> rear of the car nothing happens. The car stays >> stationary and I hop back in explaining to my >> parents that the car never moves if anybody is >> outside of it. Maybe the ghost of Henry is afraid of >> being seen or doesn't offer help if other people are >> around. After this we decide to try it again the >> conventional way. We pull into the driveway and honk >> our horn in preparation for our 3rd (and final) >> trip. >> >> 3rd Trip - [Dad driving, me in passenger seat, mom >> in back) >> >> We put our tires in the ruts and kill the engine and >> headlights and put the car in neutral. The car rolls >> forward for about 40 feet and then stops. For the >> next 10 seconds while we were not being pushed >> uphill we begin to hear the sound of a person >> gasping for breath. After those 10 seconds we began >> to move again. Approximately 5 seconds later I began >> hearing footsteps walking from the rear of the car >> to the front passenger side door where I was >> sitting. Immediately after that I felt a weird >> presence and froze up. Immediately after that we all >> heard a horrifying, ghostly scream. After this we >> cranked up the car and drove off. >> 10:27 We Hear Footsteps (I do), Sound of person >> gasping for breath (all of us), ear-piercing cry >> (all of us) >> >> L8rz, >> >> Ed (EMAIL) anonymous (Location) undisclosed (STORYNAME) ghost story X (Story) 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 hell with history. I'll take deat! h. (NAME) Sarah Balchin (EMAIL) balchin_2000@yahoo.com (Location) Alton (STORYNAME) The woman with the half half face (Story) There was this girl her name was Mandy she lived in cottage with her mother nwho was called Kayliegh. They lived quite near to a pond in todays days they call it kings pond. so one night Mandy went for a walk in the forest and suddenly this man jumped out of the bush and stared to follow her. Then suddenly he grabed her and riped her clothes off. After that he draged her over to the big old oak tree and tied her to it and left her there in pain. At the cottage her mother started to worry about her doughter then suddenly there was a knock knock at the door and Kayleigh throught it might be Mandy but why didn't she use key. she opend the door and suddenly Kayleigh had a knife straight throught chest. The next morning the vicer went round like every sunday. But then he found Kayleigh died on the floor with a knife in her chest. Everyone thourght it was Mandy who killed her mum MORE READERS SUBMISSIONS HOME This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page
(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 hell with history. I'll take deat! h.
(NAME) Sarah Balchin
(EMAIL) balchin_2000@yahoo.com
(Location) Alton
(STORYNAME)
The woman with the half half face (Story) There was this girl her name was Mandy she lived in cottage with her mother nwho was called Kayliegh. They lived quite near to a pond in todays days they call it kings pond. so one night Mandy went for a walk in the forest and suddenly this man jumped out of the bush and stared to follow her. Then suddenly he grabed her and riped her clothes off. After that he draged her over to the big old oak tree and tied her to it and left her there in pain. At the cottage her mother started to worry about her doughter then suddenly there was a knock knock at the door and Kayleigh throught it might be Mandy but why didn't she use key. she opend the door and suddenly Kayleigh had a knife straight throught chest. The next morning the vicer went round like every sunday. But then he found Kayleigh died on the floor with a knife in her chest. Everyone thourght it was Mandy who killed her mum
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