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.


Mac Eleven

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.


Mac Eleven

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.

Mac Eleven