Halloween Ghost story's

[GR@PH;<'S]

Halloween is just around the corner and I am thinking of sharing a ghost story or two with you and I invite you all to come post yours.


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[GR@PH;<'S]

Axe Murder Hollow
Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
"We'd better stop,"  said Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement.
They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. 
When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
"I'm going to see how bad it is," he told Susan, and when out into the storm.
She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car.
A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
"The car's not badly damaged, but we're wheel-deep in mud," he said.
"I'm going to have to go for help." Susan swallowed nervously.
There would be no quick rescue here.
He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn't said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. 
This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair.
Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn't see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat.
She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound.
Bump. Bump. Bump.  It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light. 
An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car.
Ned must have found a police officer. 
Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. 
As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Ned. 
His bloody throat had been cut leaving it nearly decapitated.
The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light.
As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight.
Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands.
She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car. 
"Playing around when my back was turned," the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers.
"You've been very naughty."
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.

As told by S.E. Schlosser

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[hayc59]

China Doll

A beautiful 8 year old girl, Izzy, got this adorable china doll for her birthday. She called her Sam. One day Izzy was playing with her doll until her mom called her for bed. Izzy put the doll in the basement and went up to bed.

In the middle of the night she heard weird noises. Then she heard "China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, now they're dead." Izzy fell back into a troubled sleep.

In the morning she raced to her parents room and they were dead. She cried as her brother planned the funeral. Izzy did not play with Sam that day. She went up to bed early and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night she heard chanting again. China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, china doll, china doll in your brothers room now he's dead." Izzy shivered and fell into another troubling sleep.

In the morning she went to her brothers room, he was dead. She spent the day in her room and wouldn't come out. Night fell again and she went to sleep.

She heard the chanting again. "China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, china doll, china doll in your brothers room, china doll, china doll in your room." She gazed up to see the doll. "Now you're...dead!"

The police found her the next day with no sign of the murderer. All they heard was chuckling in the distance. The chuckle of a brown haired, brown eyed china doll, on the hunt for her next victims.
Be Cool Be Safe!!

[Corrine]

The Lady in the Veil

He had not expected to meet the woman of his dreams, but there she was strolling along in the moonlight beside the cemetery. Carlos quickened his pace until he was level with her, hoping for a glimpse of her face under her veil.

Carlos made a few remarks about the beautiful night and the lovely weather—anything to keep her talking. She stopped abruptly and turned to face him. He caught a glimpse of dark eyes glinting behind the veil. 

"What is it you want?" she asked.

"A date, Señorita. Just a date." Carlos beamed at her.

She paused and said, "I do not know. Ask me again in this place at this time tomorrow night, and we shall see."

Carlos's heart leapt in his chest. So she was playing hard to get? Well, fair enough. He would see her tomorrow, and then she would fall into his arms!

The next day dragged by for the infatuated Carlos, and he had trouble concentrating on his work. But at last he was free and running the few blocks to his home to change into a suitable outfit.

He could barely contain himself, and he reached the cemetery a few minutes early. She was not there yet, so Carlos entertained himself by picturing his beautiful bride in their new home. Suddenly she was there in front of him, the moonlight sparkled off her veil. Carlos was enchanted.

They talked for hours, standing in front of the graveyard. She was as witty as she was beautiful, and Carlos begged her for a date.

"We will go out tomorrow night," she said. "I will send you a letter with the place and time." Carlos kissed her hand and floated away, so happy he wanted to sing for joy.

Carlos was absolutely useless at work the next day. After work, he rushed home and found a letter in his mailbox. Eagerly he read it, not pausing to wonder how she knew where he lived. Then he ran next door to show it to Diego, his closest cousin.

Diego went pale when he read her signature, Rosa Gonzale. This must be the same Rosa that died in a car crash last year. Diego tried to warn Carlos, but Carlos was already in love.

That night as Carlos hurried to the cemetery Diego followed, certain that his cousin was in over his head. Carlos bounded over to Rosa. "At last, we go out!" he cried to her. "But first, my love, show me your face!"

At his words, Rosa pulled aside the veil. Back at the gate, Diego gave a gasp of shock, for she had the desiccated face of a skeleton. He was frozen to the spot by the power of the evil specter, unable to warn Carlos. Looking down, Carlos only saw the glamour the ghost was projecting. As the skeleton's withered arms trapped him, the veil on his eyes was lifted and he realized in one heart-stopping moment the abomination he was kissing. The ground opened up, and with a laugh of triumph, the specter pulled him down and down into her tomb. The earth closed over Carlos and Rosa.

Diego, freed from the ghost's spell, ran into the cemetery, shouting his cousin's name in terror. But it was too late. Carlos was dead—locked for all time in Rosa's arms.