She was brand-new history teacher to the school and had been preparing her first lesson in her mind for weeks. This was her very first teaching job, and she wanted it to go well. The night before classes began, she couldn't eat and tossed and turned restlessly all night. Up early, she was in her new classroom, sweeping the floor, tidying the desks, and putting up welcome signs just after dawn.

 Finally -- FINALLY -- the first bell rang and her very first class came rushing in through the door. They were eager and lively and full of high spirits. She felt her heart lift at the sight of their fresh faces, and soon a lively dialogue between teacher and new students was established. They liked her, she could tell. And they were smart too. She tossed review questions lightly at them to see how much information they'd retained from the previous grade, and they were prompt to answer. And most of the answers were correct. One particular lad, sitting in one of the front desks, was particularly knowledgable about history. She was impressed by his answers, and more impressed by the fact that he did not push himself forward as the class "know it all". He answered quickly and quietly, and let others take their turns.

 He had bright blue eyes and curly dark hair, and his smile was impish. He smiled alot, soaking in information like a sponge. The teacher smiled at him and tossed out another history question, seemingly at random, which he answered promptly after a pause indicated no one else knew how to respond.At that moment, the bell rang. The teacher smiled as she heard it. Her very first class of her very first day as a teacher had been a success. Then, to her surprise, the curly-haired boy in the front row got up promptly from his seat and hurried toward the door of the class room without waiting for her to dismiss the class.

That seemed strange, after his polite behavior during the class. She opened her mouth to reprimand him and then gasped as he walked straight through the wall beside the door and vanished. The teacher felt her eyes widen and her mouth go dry in shock. Around her, the living students exclaimed in shock and fear.

"Did you see?" shrieked one of the girls.

"Did you see? He went right through the wall!"

"A ghost! He was a ghost," the boy sitting next to the ghost shouted, banging the desk in his agitation.  

There was pandamonium in the room for about five minutes while the students from the first class exclaimed in excitement and fear while the students filing in for the next class tried to figure out what was going on. The teacher sat on the edge of her desk feeling faint and dizzy. It wasn't until a student brought her a drink of water that she recovered herself enough to dismiss the first class and welcome in the second. The new teacher found out over lunch with her colleagues that the school building had the reputation for being haunted by the ghosts of students who had died too young. Footsteps were heard after hours. Janitors reported the sounds of children talking and laughing inside darkened classrooms, and sometimes felt invisible presences rushing down the empty hallways. But she was the first teacher to see a ghost student in her classroom.

The new teacher exited the school after her first day in a thoughtful mood. So, this was teaching. Eager students, belligerant students, funny students, and one ghost. "I wonder what day two will bring?" she asked aloud, and then shrugged and went home to dinner.

My Grandpa Wakes Up At Four

Hi everyone, i am Mac Eleven. I know it got nothing with my story but it would be better if i start it with it...

Last yeat in summer i was in my granny's home. It is nice and really a great place to live, but juat not that night....

It was my grandpa's funeral ceremony. He passed away just an year ago. It was sad to see him go because he was a great person. He helped everyone. In the locality he was known by 'Grandpa'. My family cried a lot on his death but my tears didn't fell an inch.

It was night. Everyone was sleeping. I could not sleep because of the nightmares. But i was used to them. I had them since childhood. I am a young bou now but still can't control on them. I woke up and rushed for my tumbler of water but it was empty. I went to my kitchen to fill it up. The hallway was really cool. It was strange since it was summer. I kept it on the kitchen floor and started rubbing my arms. It was bloody chill there.

I drank it all in a tok. As i was going, i looked a the clock. That was when i came to sense that it was 4 o' clock in the morning. The time grandpa usually used to wake up. I began my steps towards my room but at once i saw something strange...

The gate of my grandpa's room slowly began to open. My breath stopped. I could feel my heart sink. I thought i am going to die soon...

By taking a deep breath i kept my right forward but things got worse. I could now hear a sound saying,'God Bless Us'. The sentence my Grandpa used to say everytime. He said it at lunch, at eve and everywhere. 

The voice came from the inside of that room. I was shivering harder and harder. The only thing left to make it worst was that door completely opening. I tried to run from their shouting and howling but i could not. It felt like my legs were stuck their. I was just going to die. I looked at my back. Hey! The clock was stuck at 4!!!

I was completely gone. Tears were crashing from my eyes. At once.., a really cold breeze blown away from me and i fainted. I fell really hard on the ground...

At morning i woke up. My head was really heavy. Everyone was surrounding me. My mom asked me, 'what were you doing here and why did you slept on the ground?'. I was about to tell what happened to me but i was really shocked to see that the gate was closed and it was having a lock on it...

My family took me inside. I gulped a glass of water and slept again...

It's been more than an year to this incident. I haven't told anything to my family about it. I do visit my granny's house but all that incident never ever, ever happened again...


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Aren't You Glad I Am Too Late

She was shivering, shivering badly. Down the streets she was coming closer, closer to it and at once......
'KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK'
'Hey Suzen you are late...' said Jessica.
This girl walking down the streets was Suzen. It was her own birthday but she was terribly late. The girl who opened the door was Jessica, Suzen's close friend.
Suzen went to Change herself upstairs in her room. Gossips began in the hall. Everyone was chatting about her being late. Some said she was with someone and some said she didn't wanted to come because she did not like us but truth was still unknown.
Just after a second or two, someone knocked on the door. A girl went to open it and everyone's heart dropped They could not believe their eyes...
Suzen was on the door!!!!!!

She rushed inside saying,'Sorry guys just got stuck in traffic. I will be ready in a tick'.
'Hey just now you entered the room how are you outside?' A girl asked
'What???'
They explained everything to her. She was not able to believe it. She thought it was a prank. It was all good just until the knowledge of the fact that Jessica was missing. Everyone began to find her but nobody got her just before that ear bursting scream.
It came from Suzen's room. They rushed over their and everyone's heart came in their throat. They just fainted...
Jessica was lying in her own blood pool. But it wasn't the end. Something they saw was a diamond in the gold mine. On the wall a quote in blood was imprinted saying,
"AREN'T YOU GLAD I'M TOO LATE..."

Mac Eleven

All of My Ghost Stories

I honestly don't have many stories because I haven't had many experiences, but some were just scary as shit.

At my house, since its so small there was one legit bedroom, an attic and a really small loft about 4' by 7' which my mum made into bedrooms as well. But anyway, aside from my dog, I was home alone and it was a normal night.

I had just smoked a bowl, went inside and then made myself some munches. So my dog was just chilling by my side and I heard someone ran down the attic, then heard a strange sound like a slapping bare feet against the wooden ladder and right into the kitchen. And it was like someone running really fast too. So then it was headed right into the kitchen and the final footstep ended right between my feet. But no one was there. I blacked out in fear and ran out of the house. I had ran about a block and a half away from home until I finally started to get a grasp on reality.

:I have also had a pretty crazy experience with EVP (electronic voice phenomenon) (and trust me,I was sober for this one). I play guitar and I am very dedicated to it. So anyway, I was gonna play guitar, so I hooked up my amp (which was given to me by Blair, my step mom's dad who died of cancer about a year and a half ago), plugged in my pedal, turned up the volume and before I got the chance to plug in my guitar. I heard a very distinct, static like, odd voice. But it was obviously coming from the amp. I turned it up and listened some more. It was like an old person's voice, but it certainly wasn't Blair's voice. And even though I couldn't understand what the person was saying, it sounded like it was reviewing some sort of plan. That made me go acoustic for about a month, ha-ha. Aside from that, just a bunch of shit, that's pretty minor, but enough to freak you out (shit moving, slamming doors, weird shit with television, etc.). My stories might sound pretty lame, I guess, but unlike a bunch of attention whores who make up a bunch of shit that's obviously fake, I'm speaking from actual events.


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Bloody Mary

She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for a living. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and said she was a witch. None dared cross the old crone for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that an angry witch could do to her neighbors.

Then the little girls in the village began to disappear, one by one. No one could find out where they had gone. Grief-stricken families searched the woods, the local buildings, and all the houses and barns, but there was no sign of the missing girls. A few brave souls even went to Bloody Mary's home in the woods to see if the witch had taken the girls, but she denied any knowledge of the disappearances. Still, it was noted that her haggard appearance had changed. She looked younger, more attractive. The neighbours were suspicious, but they could find no proof that the witch had taken their young ones.

Then came the night when the daughter of the miller rose from her bed and walked outside, following an enchanted sound no one else could hear. The miller's wife had a toothache and was sitting up in the kitchen treating the tooth with an herbal remedy when her daughter left the house. She screamed for her husband and followed the girl out of the door. The miller came running in his nightshirt. Together, they tried to restrain the girl, but she kept breaking away from them and heading out of town.
The desperate cries of the miller and his wife woke the neighbours. They came to assist the frantic couple. Suddenly, a sharp-eyed farmer gave a shout and pointed towards a strange light at the edge of the woods. A few townsmen followed him out into the field and saw Bloody Mary standing beside a large oak tree, holding a magic wand that was pointed towards the miller's house. She was glowing with an unearthly light as she set her evil spell upon the miller's daughter.

The townsmen grabbed their guns and their pitchforks and ran toward the witch. When she heard the commotion, Bloody Mary broke off her spell and fled back into the woods. The far-sighted farmer had loaded his gun with silver bullets in case the witch ever came after his daughter. Now he took aim and shot at her. The bullet hit Bloody Mary in the hip and she fell to the ground. The angry townsmen leapt upon her and carried her back into the field, where they built a huge bonfire and burned her at the stake.
As she burned, Bloody Mary screamed a curse at the villagers. If anyone mentioned her name aloud before a mirror, she would send her spirit to revenge herself up
on them for her terrible death. When she was dead, the villagers went to the house in the wood and found the unmarked graves of the little girls the evil witch had murdered. She had used their blood to make her young again.

From that day to this, anyone foolish enough to chant Bloody Mary's name three times before a darkened mirror will summon the vengeful spirit of the witch. It is said that she will tear their bodies to pieces and rip their souls from their mutilated bodies. The souls of these unfortunate ones will burn in torment as Bloody Mary once was burned, and they will be trapped forever in the mirror.


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I Saw My Aunt

I can't really tell anyone, but I'm going to. I know I'm going to regret it, but I just need to tell. And now that you started reading..you can't stop. You have to listen to me.

 One night I was in my room, just about 1130..scared to death. I'm looking at a picture of my aunt. And I can feel a tear run down my face, I'm not crying because I'm scared, its because I know I'm going to see her in a few minutes. I look over and I can see in my mirror a reflection of my mom. Its funny because my moms not home. She's at a party and I know if I try to scream...I'll die. I close my eyes. Open them. She's still there, with a knife stabbing herself, laughing. I'm looking at her in the way a mother looks at a newborn baby, scared of what will happen with the rest of their lives. I know it's weird but I honestly did feel that way. The next think I know I see something walking across the hall. It was my brother, I screamed for him to run and get help. My mom looked at me and said "don't you yell." And before I could even think of what was going to happen next, I saw my aunt. We were both together now, in heaven.

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