For some of us, the observance of the holiday of Halloween is almost here! I am just looking for people to share some favorite short, maybe scary - maybe not, Halloween stories and fun Halloween jokes. Simple jokes, rhymes, riddles, silly, childish, etc. Just a catch-all of some of what you might enjoy on the side of having fun on Halloween! Some short stories would really be nice! :)

Here are some examples:

Why did the ghost cross the road?
Answer: To get to "THE OTHER SIDE"

What trees do ghouls like best?
Ceme-trees!

Why are graveyards so noisy?
Because of all the coffin!

What ghost helped the Little Leaguers win their game?
THE TEAM SPIRIT!

Well, I thought that it might fly some... Just thnking of bats, though...

Two nuns are driving down a road late at night when a vampire jumps onto the bonnet.
The nun who is driving says to the other, "Quick! Show him your cross."

So the other nun leans out of the window and shouts, "GET OFF OUR F@*$ING CAR!!!"

What did one ghost say to the other ghost?
"Do you believe in people?"

What do you call someone who puts poison in a person's corn flakes?
A cereal killer...

Why do mummies have trouble keeping friends?
They're so wrapped up in themselves...

What did one ghost say to the other ghost?
"Do you believe in people?"

What do you call someone who puts poison in a person's corn flakes?
A cereal killer...

Why do mummies have trouble keeping friends?
They're so wrapped up in themselves...

I loved these! Are these originals or have they been around awhile and I have just missed hearing them? Thanks for sharing them.

One rainy, windy night, not unlike tonight, a man was walking home alone, down a dark, deserted street that ran right by the local cemetery.
As he passed the gates, he heard a bump in the darkness behind him. Not daring to look back, he quickened his pace. But, the bumping noise continued behind him.
He stopped and turned to see what it was. Coming down the road behind him was a coffin, standing on end, bumping from side to side - BUMP, BUMP, BUMP.
The man, terrified for his life, turned and ran into the driving rain. Behind him, the coffin came faster - BUMP, BUMP, BUMP! Ahead of him, there was a branch that had fallen from a tree. He reached down and grabbed it as he ran by. Still running, he turned and threw it over his shoulder at the coffin - but it just splintered when it hit the coffin and the coffin continued coming faster - BUMPITY, BUMPITY, BUMPITY!
The man turned the corner onto his street and ran through his front gate, the coffin right behind him. His splitting axe was resting against his woodpile so he snagged it, turned, and gave a mighty two-handed throw sending it end over end right at the coffin. SMASH! - the axe shattered on the unnaturally strong wood of the coffin and it continued after him.
The man dashed in his house, but the coffin crashed through the front door. The man ran upstairs and grabbed his shotgun off the wall display. He blasted the coffin with both barrels, but the shot bounced harmlessly off the coffin as it continued up the stairs - BUMP, CLOMP, BUMP, CLOMP!
The man, desperate and scared to death, jumped into the bathroom and locked the door - knowing it would do no good. The coffin Banged against the door, once.. twice.. and on the third time, the door exploded and the coffin came forward.
In desperation the man reached out his hand and grabbed whatever he could. All that was there was a bottle of cough syrup so he threw it at the coffin.
The bottle shattered, the cough syrup poured on the coffin, and the coffin stopped.

This is a story I wrote when I was 9 to tell to the other kids in my trailer park on Halloween. This is the only story they wanted to hear EVERY year. So begins Werewolf Prince...

Prince Phillip stood at his window looking outside. Three days... three days till his princess would arrive. Princess Irenie... the love of his life, the woman he had been sending letters to for months now. They had both been rather surprised that they had begun to love each other, after all it was an arranged marriage. Phillip smiled, he would see her for the first time... and then they would be married on the most beautiful night of the month... the full moon, a month away from this day.

Phillip pulled himself from his happiness when he heard a knock at his bedroom door. "Come in" he said. It was none other then his friend Charles. "Hey there Phillip... listen I have a bit of a surprise for you..."

"Not another early wedding gift I would hope... you really are too good to me Charles..."

Charles laughed and smiled, "No no no I have drained my purse dry buying you the things I have. But listen remember a month ago when I came home with that nasty bite on my neck from the wolf in the forbidden woods?"

"Yes why?"

"Well I was thinking... what is a wedding if the groom does not have a proper pelt? That wolf had a lovely coat and it would look just as lovely on you! Besides I need a reason to kill the damn thing for bitting me without leaving a bite on my concious for killing the creature."

"You're a bit out of your head arn't you? You know my father would throw a fit if I went into the forbidden forest. "

"But what is the old king going to do my friend? Keep you from getting married? You have told me you love the girl so you are going to be completely tied down. Why not a bit of an adventure before you have to worry about worrying your bride?"

Phillip sighed, "You really are out of your mind... but I suppose I am too then." He said with a grin and laughed as Charles hugged him.

"Let's leave just before the sun goes down. You're father will think you asleep and you have the eyes somewhere placed between a hawk and a jungle cat!"

"Alright my friend, I will see you tonight!" Phillip laughed as Charles left. "I must be out of my bloody head.." He muttered with a smile.

To be continued as I'm sure that I am just about out of typing room!

Phillip armed himself with his dagger and sword as he snuck out of his fortress like home down to the stables where Charles was waiting. "You ready to go Charles"

"Always!" They both climbed on their horses and galloped into the night and into the woods. "Here I'll go one way and you go the other Charles. We will find the damn thing sooner and I can get home before father wakes up." Charles nodded and they parted paths deciding a loud whistle would sufice as a way to find each other.

Phillip rode around silently one hand on his sword, it seemed like he had been looking for this wolf. "Charles is crazy..." Suddenly Phillip's body tensed as he heard a noise behind him, then he heard the sound again beside him... Before he could react a wolf jumped from the bushes at him and his horse. He horse let out a loud cry as it stood up on it's hind legs, throwing of it's rider and running fast from the scene. Phillip landed hard on the ground and looked towards the wolf, "My god..." He mutter as the wolf turned around ever slowly, it's golden eyes looking towards him with a hunger unlike any other. The wolf lifted it's head towards the moon and howled as Phillip stood and ran.

He turned around towards the direction he had just run. He drew his sword, ready for the wolf to run after him. He whistled, a high note, to try and summon his friend. Charles heard a branch crack behind him and he turned to see who golden eyes staring at him through the bushes. Slowly a wolfs head came from the bushes, then two arms, and two legs. Before Phillip stood a wolf, literally stood, it was not on four legs, it stood like a man. The creature lept at Phillip with such speed Phillip didn't even have time to swing his sword. The creature swung it's clawed hand toward Phillip. Phillip drew his dagger, swiftly, to stab into the creature's hand. The creature stood, getting off Phillip to howl in pain. Phillip scrambled back reaching for his sword but realizing it lay on the ground a few feet away, he looked up again to see the snarling teeth of the creature coming towards him. Two cries rang out into the sky as the teeth plunged into Phillip's neck, and the dagger plunge into the creatures chest.

The fur began to fall off the wolf as it howled one last cry of pain before falling. Phillip's eyes fluttered and began to close... the last thing he seeing being a familiar face.

To be continued!

If you have a couple of hours free before Halloween, read "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" by Washington Irving. Ichabod Crane and the "Headless Horseman" will put you in the mood.

As will the Halloween movies... Michael Myers... the most wonderful horror movie villan in history far as I'm concerned ^.^ and though I absolutely LOVE Rob Zombie... I didn't bother seeing his version of Halloween... I saw they changed the mask.. and that was enough to make me not want to see it -_- you don't... change the mask... plus I heard it was all blood and no plot... not to mention all the female characters looked like they could have been in a porno...

The only Halloween story I know by heart is the one about the severed head hanging by a rope and thudding against the side of the car that two amorous teenagers have parked under a huge, spreading tree deep in a cornfield.

The dry stalks rustle in the night breeze. As the couple is rapturously necking, a somewhat soft and liquidy noise is heard.

*thud*

*thud*

*thud*

*thud*

The noise seems to be coming from right outside the car, like something is hitting against it. Maybe it's a tree branch. The boyfriend gets out of the car to investigate. She waits patiently, but he doesn't return.

Then, the girl, worried about the boy, gets out of the car to look for him.

The ending is too scary and upsetting to tell here.

oh do tell do tell!! ^.^ gorry stories are so much fun!

oh do tell do tell!!! ^.^ gorry stories are so much fun!

I agree! Why keep us in suspense?

As you say in your profile "Don't make me stand up and walk over there!" don't make me have to come over there and shake the ending out of you! You're practically next door to me, you know?

If you have a couple of hours free before Halloween, read "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" by Washington Irving. Ichabod Crane and the "Headless Horseman" will put you in the mood.

Yes, they will! Timeless treasures in literature!

Lol yup yup (p.s. what you all think of my story so far? I'm trying to remember the rest of it... I haven't gone over the story since I moved out of the trailer park when I was 13)

As will the Halloween movies.... Micheal Myers... the most wonderful horror movie villan in history far as I'm concerned ^.^ and though I absolutely LOVE Rob Zombie... I didn't bother seeing his version of Halloween.... I saw they changed the mask.. and that was enough to make me not want to see it -_- you don't... change the mask... plus I heard it was all blood and no plot... not to mention all the female characters looked like they could have been in a porno....

I agree. Why change things that already made the movies hits?

Exactly and Michael was not all about blood and horror, he was just scary! Mainly because the way he killed people was in ways that anyone could do! (Like when he killed the girl in her car with wire in the first movie) He's my all time favorite person (next comes jason and then comes freddy :P... freddy scared the out of me when I was little though... same with chucky.. ). And again... you don't change the mask... the mask is timeless!! I've been trying to get my hands on an authentic one for years because I'm such a big fan! Unfortunately the only one I found that looked like the original mask at all was over 500 dollars!! How to people who collect movie parahonelia afford to collect this stuff!

Wondergirl agrees: If you answer my improv (in Music) question, I MIGHT finish this story. MIGHT...

Isn't this called blackmail? Or, are we bartering? :) I'll check out your improv. Didn't know that it was there... Bad me! :(

Werewolf Prince continued...

Sun shined through the branches of the dead trees, a small spot shining on Phillips face. His eyes flickered and opened and he stared up through the trees. His eyes widened as he remembered the night before, his hand flying to his neck. Nothing. Was it all a dream? Maybe he just fell of his horse and hit his he-- Phillips eyes widened and he held back a cry as he saw Charles laying on the ground only a little ways away from him. He saw the spot on his friends neck where he had been previously bitten, it had disappeared completely but now as his friend lay dead it was back. Did the creature from last night get him as well, one last kill before it died? No... it wasn't that... Phillip saw the stab wound in his friends shirtless chest. It seemed like an eternity before the realization hit. His friend... he had killed his friend... Charles had been the creature... Charles... had been a werewolf. Phillip's hand went to his neck again to feel for the bite marks his friend had left. They weren't there... but how long had he been laying here? Could he have been here long enough for them to disappear?

Phillip stood... What was he going to do? Tell his father of what had happened? No. Tell of Charles death? No, he would have to explain what had happened then. But wait... what if he told his father of Charles death... but said a wolf had gotten him? The bite marks were back so it was not to hard to imagen... and his were gone so he would not have to reveal what had happened to him. Yes... that was what he would do. Phillip walked by Charles, "I'm sorry my friend..."

Phillip ran from the scene in the direction he believed to be his home. Eventually he got home. His father was there.. waiting outside ready to yell. After his father's screaming, Phillip told of what had happened. Of course the courses of going out and finding the body and having a decent burying proceeded. Everything ended the day before Irenie was to arrive.

To be continued when I remember the rest!

Wow! That's turning out to be quite a story, BiWi!

Ya I'm trying to remember as much of it as I can... truth be told I couldn't remember how Phillip ended up in the woods... so I went with that until it got to the werewolf attack. I think the way I read it when I was little was he got lost in the woods but I couldn't remember how he got out there. But other then that the story is the same. I'm so mad I've been searching for the original all day!! I know I had it in a folder along with the first book I wrote when I was 11 (It was like 20 pages long and was inspired by a game of barbie drama me and a guy friend played >.<)

Did you hear about the cannibal that got expelled from school?

He was buttering up his teacher.

What are vampires favorite breed of dog?

Bloodhounds!


What do you get if you divide the circumference of a pumplin by its radius?

Pumpkin Pi!

Halloween's just around the corner, everyone! :)

Did everyone buy candy yet, for handouts?

Did everyone begin to test the handout candy yet, make sure it's free of razor blades and poison?

The only Halloween story I know by heart is the one about the severed head hanging by a rope and thudding against the side of the car that two amorous teenagers have parked under a huge, spreading tree deep in a cornfield.

The dry stalks rustle in the night breeze. As the couple is rapturously necking, a somewhat soft and liquidy noise is heard.

*thud*

*thud*

*thud*

*thud*

The noise seems to be coming from right outside the car, like something is hitting against it. Maybe it's a tree branch. The boyfriend gets out of the car to investigate. She waits patiently, but he doesn't return.

Then, the girl, worried about the boy, gets out of the car to look for him.

The ending is too scary and upsetting to tell here.



Originally Posted by BiWiccanAndProud
oh do tell do tell!! ^.^ gorry stories are so much fun!



Originally Posted by Clough
I agree! Why keep us in suspense?

As you say in your profile "Don't make me stand up and walk over there!" don't make me have to come over there and shake the ending out of you! You're practically next door to me, you know?


Wondergirl agrees: If you answer my improv (in Music) question, I MIGHT finish this story. MIGHT...

Are you ever going to finish the above story? I think that I held up my end of the deal pretty well, and will continue to do so! :D

The improv question still needs an audio response.

I've been taking the temperature of the members here since I joined in June, and I really hesitate to upset you and give you recurring nightmares by telling the rest of the story. It's very depressing and even a little bit psychotic--and probably RickJ would kick me off the site for being the harbinger of... well, you know...

The improv question still needs an audio response.

I've been taking the temperature of the members here since I joined in June, and I really hesitate to upset you and give you recurring nightmares by telling the rest of the story. It's very depressing and even a little bit psychotic--and probably RickJ would kick me off the site for being the harbinger of ... well, you know ....

HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!!! LOL!!!! (For real!!!!) :D

Oh, you real got me with that answer! Very clever! You truly are a "Wonder!"

But, you are changing the rules here. No fair! You never specified that you wanted an audio response!

If you get an audio response, are you going to finish it?

I suppose that the next thing your going to ask me to do is start posting music manuscript in my answers also! (Don't even think about it!)

I'm sure that you are a clever enough writer that you can change an ending so that it won't be so... Well, you know...

Oh, all right.

It turned out OK. The boyfriend got lost in the dark and finally got back to the car just as his girlfriend was getting out to look for him. They hugged in joy and happiness. He remembered there was a flashlight in the glove compartment, so he shined it around, looking for the source of the thudding noise. It was just a branch like they had thought, so they got back into the car and went to her house where her mother gave them steaming mugs of hot chocolate with a dollop of whipped cream on top and some carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Everyone was happy and laughing. Even her dad sat down with them and shared some of his best Halloween jokes and stories. The End.

Oh, all right.

It turned out ok. The boyfriend got lost in the dark and finally got back to the car just as his girlfriend was getting out to look for him. They hugged in joy and happiness. He remembered there was a flashlight in the glove compartment, so he shined it around, looking for the source of the thudding noise. It was just a branch like they had thought, so they got back into the car and went to her house where her mother gave them steaming mugs of hot chocolate with a dollop of whipped cream on top and some carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Everyone was happy and laughing. Even her dad sat down with them and shared some of his best Halloween jokes and stories. The End.

LOL!! Hey Wondergirl, are you sure that was the ending? Well, I heard a little different rendition of it when I was in jr high and it scared the bejeebees out of me! Maybe that was why I never would go "park"!! LOL
And no... Craig... I don't think I want to type the ending I heard. It wasn't anything risqué, just scared me and I want to sleep tonight! :p

Is this basically the same as the hook story?

(Pssst, jrebel. Why do you think I told that ending? I don't want Clough to lose sleep if he heard the REAL ending. He's too nice a guy to scare that way. And once we teens heard the entire story, we made out only on Devil's Nose and in the tunnel of love at Sea Breeze in Rochester and at Roseland Park in Canandaigua. No more cornfields for us! )

Hmmm, the hook story? That just might be very similar...

(Pssst, jrebel. Why do you think I told that ending?? I don't want Clough to lose sleep if he heard the REAL ending. He's too nice a guy to scare that way. And once we teens heard the entire story, we made out only on Devil's Nose and in the tunnel of love at Sea Breeze in Rochester and at Roseland Park in Canandaigua. No more cornfields for us!!)


:p :p :p I liked your ending to the story ever so much better!! LOL I agree, he is too nice of a guy to scare that way! I enjoyed the suspense you put him through though! (Just teasing Craig!) Well, sort of, yeah, teasing, that's right, teasing! ;)
You sound like a fun person Wondergirl!

Is this basically the same as the hook story?

I think it might very well have been!! :eek:

You sound like a fun person Wondergirl!

Oh yeah, that's me. Fun, fun, fun.

Is this basically the same as the hook story?

Actually, I think there's a bit more blood in the hook story, and, of course, the cornfield story can't match the hook story for the immediate hysteria and hopelessness that set in at the end.

(Pssst, jrebel. Why do you think I told that ending?? I don't want Clough to lose sleep if he heard the REAL ending. He's too nice a guy to scare that way. And once we teens heard the entire story, we made out only on Devil's Nose and in the tunnel of love at Sea Breeze in Rochester and at Roseland Park in Canandaigua. No more cornfields for us!!)

:eek: BOOOOOOO!! I HEARD THAT!! SCARED YA, DIDN'T I?!?! :eek:

Remember, I'm a musician as well as a piano tuner. I have really good hearing!

That endings NOT scary enough! I can handle it, really I can! Thanks for the compliment, by the way! :)

THE SUMMIT BRIDGE
Written by Jrebel7

Far beyond the bright lights of the city,
Shame, shame, what a pity;
A car in the night ran through the rail,
Left no trace but a gory trail.

The squealing tires and the smashing blow,
Can still be heard down Summit Row;
The screaming voices of the dead,
Echo loudly through your head.

A headless ghoul slinking through the night,
My! My, what a fright,
Haunting those who dare to tread
Across her everlasting bed.

Those who have not seen the misty veil,
Claim it is only a weird tale,
Those who've braved the night and seen the veil,
Claim to have been put under her spell.

Brave and fearless though men may be,
Shall be terrified by the sight they see.
The stroke of midnight brings her out,
The headless ghoul running about.

While cars continue to tread the bridge,
She lies below the rivers ridge,
Telling her story to the passersby,
Through her ghostly lullaby.

The story passes from old to young,
About foul play which had been done.
A mystery remains around the ridge,
Since the wreck at the Summit Bridge.

I grew up hearing about this accident at the bridge. Made a visit at night with friends. Had an interesting experience... wrote the poem. I didn't go into all that the story did because it was sad plus very frightening and I have had enough fear in life to last a lifetime.
I have always been interested in the supernatural, psychic ability, stories of people seeing things others cannot see. I am a bit psychic myself. I began innocently studying Psychic Phenomenon in college on my own and learning of ghost sightings. I pulled friends in with me and we would go “ghost hunting”. I was 18 years old; open to ideas that made no sense to most. Later I felt for me, it was a wrong thing to pursue even though I do have many experiences that happen without my pursuing them however, feel those things are blessings, in that it usually helps someone in real trouble.

Hope you enjoy the poem!

THE SUMMIT BRIDGE
Written by Jrebel7

Far beyond the bright lights of the city,
Shame, shame, what a pity;
A car in the night ran through the rail,
Left no trace but a gory trail.

The squealing tires and the smashing blow,
Can still be heard down Summit Row;
The screaming voices of the dead,
Echo loudly through your head.

A headless ghoul slinking through the night,
My! My, what a fright,
Haunting those who dare to tread
Across her everlasting bed.

Those who have not seen the misty veil,
Claim it is only a weird tale,
Those who’ve braved the night and seen the veil,
Claim to have been put under her spell.

Brave and fearless though men may be,
Shall be terrified by the sight they see.
The stroke of midnight brings her out,
The headless ghoul running about.

While cars continue to tread the bridge,
She lies below the rivers ridge,
Telling her story to the passersby,
Through her ghostly lullaby.

The story passes from old to young,
About foul play which had been done.
A mystery remains around the ridge,
Since the wreck at the Summit Bridge.

I grew up hearing about this accident at the bridge. Made a visit at night with friends. Had an interesting experience.......wrote the poem. I didn't go into all that the story did because it was sad plus very frightening and I have had enough fear in life to last a lifetime.
I have always been interested in the supernatural, psychic ability, stories of people seeing things others cannot see. I am a bit psychic myself. I began innocently studying Psychic Phenomenon in college on my own and learning of ghost sightings. I pulled friends in with me and we would go “ghost hunting”. I was 18 years old; open to ideas that made no sense to most. Later I felt for me, it was a wrong thing to pursue even though I do have many experiences that happen without my pursuing them however, feel those things are blessings, in that it usually helps someone in real trouble.

Hope you enjoy the poem!

Now, that's more like it! Nice poem, Jan!

Oh, all right.

It turned out ok. The boyfriend got lost in the dark and finally got back to the car just as his girlfriend was getting out to look for him. They hugged in joy and happiness. He remembered there was a flashlight in the glove compartment, so he shined it around, looking for the source of the thudding noise. It was just a branch like they had thought, so they got back into the car and went to her house where her mother gave them steaming mugs of hot chocolate with a dollop of whipped cream on top and some carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Everyone was happy and laughing. Even her dad sat down with them and shared some of his best Halloween jokes and stories. The End.

Is this about Jack and Jill when they got a little bit older? :confused: ;)

Small, enquiring minds need to know, you know!

Is this about Jack and Jill when they got a little bit older? :confused: ;)

Yeah, yeah. You guessed it. Wow! You're really good at guessing! You really know your stories!

Yeah, yeah. You guessed it. Wow! You're really good at guessing! You really know your stories!

I'm 11. The lybrarien at skool lets me help her in tha lybrare. I git to du a lot uf reeding there. They thnk that it mite help me to lern to spill bitter! :)

What du you thnk of my spilling? :eek: I herd that you wrk ina lybrare!

Libraries have books and poetry about Halloween. Last night we had a special Halloween program in which (witch?) families got to decorate and take home their own pumpkin and one of the librarians dressed up like a witch and did a little thing with a bubbling cauldron --

Happy Halloween! (http://www.tiscali.co.uk/events/specials/halloween/cauldron.html)

The story that tells about the Summit Bridge I wrote about is called "Cry Baby Bridge". Look under Schulter-Cry Baby Bridge! You know, if you enjoy that sort of thing!! LOL

Shadowlands Haunted Places Index - Oklahoma (http://theshadowlands.net/places/oklahoma.htm)

There is another reference to this at Alderson but I have sufficiently spooked myself out remembering my experience at the bridge so will say goodnight and I think I will stick with reading the funny jokes like the circumference of a pumpkin!! Have a good night and if anything goes bump in the night, it is probably just the arm!! :)

THE SUMMIT BRIDGE

That sounds like the story of Resurrection Mary (about 15-20 miles from me) --

RESURRECTION MARY! (http://www.prairieghosts.com/resurcem.html)

Well Wondergirl! Weird thing happened. After I posted my poem, my computer went out! Not kidding! Of course, I just shut it all down, let it set for a bit and here I am. Just coincidence! LOL I read about "Resurrection Mary". Thanks for sending the link! Have you had any experience with her??

Well Wondergirl! Weird thing happened. After I posted my poem, my computer went out! Not kidding! Of course, I just shut it all down, let it set for a bit and here I am. Just coincidence! LOL I read about "Resurrection Mary". Thanks for sending the link! Have you had any experience with her???

Yes, of course that was a coincidence. Yes. Definitely it was.

I've had no encounters with RM. I used to do home visits for counseling along one side of the cemetery, but it was during the day, so no Mary. Hmmmm. One of my clients in that area was named Mary. Hmmmm.

Another librarian and I went to a haunted bar-restaurant one Friday the 13th, but nothing happened while we were there. We drank Black Russians and ate cheeseburgers. The evening wore on. We switched to gin and tonics and then tried the beer on tap. I don't remember anything happening. I don't remember the name of the other librarian either.

(Just kidding, folks! )

Here's the bar and its story --

Clarendon Hills - HauntedHouses.com (http://www.hauntedhouses.com/states/il/country_house.cfm)

Definitely!! Yes, definitely a coincidence! Yes. Now if my computer quits again tonight I am hanging up my spurs and heading for the high country! Ha. Mary, was it?? On one side of the cemetery was it?? Interesting... very interesting! LOL Interesting reading!

When I looked up the Cry Baby Bridge History, I was surprised to see how many homes are said to be haunted in my town!! I always wondered why I felt so unsettled here, now I know! :)

I suspect it's all that black gold under Oklahoma that's causing all the paranormal activity like with your computer. And the wind. That has to be causing weird things to happen. And all the buried bones of Indians and pioneers. There are all sorts of psychic influences under and in and on and probably over Oklahoma.

Libraries have books and poetry about Halloween. Last night we had a special Halloween program in which (witch?) families got to decorate and take home their own pumpkin and one of the librarians dressed up like a witch and did a little thing with a bubbling cauldron --

Happy Halloween! (http://www.tiscali.co.uk/events/specials/halloween/cauldron.html)

O goodie. That sownds like a lot of fun! :D u nevr did tell me what u thowt about my spilling! :(

A true story

Sometimes when I am playing the piano at my home, there is the very strong scent of a woman's perfume. It's not my mother's. She passed away a long time ago. Plus, she never lived in my home.

I do know that the elderly woman who lived in my home before I did, loved the sound of the piano. She passed away about eighteen years ago. Rather violently two, since she had fallen down the back porch steps.

Also sometimes when I am playing the piano, there might be a strong, cold breeze that happens momentarily. This has happened when all of the windows and doors to the outside were shut. One time, when I had invited a friend over and he hadn't arrived yet, I was playing the piano. I thought for sure that he had come in, because there was this cold draft of air around me. I looked at the door through which he would have entered. It had not been opened.

Anybody want to come over and listen to me play the piano late at night? :eek:

Will there be drinks and snacks too? Will I be able to suggest requests and dedications? Could I have a turn at the keyboard playing "Heart and Soul" and "Fur Elise"?

o goodie. that sownds like alot of fun! :D u nevr did tell me wat u thowt about my spilling! :(

Can't u reed playn english?? When aru going to anser my ?

I used to visit clients homes for counseling. One older woman was happy to meet me and welcomed me joyfully, fed me tea and fruitcake, but warned me about sitting in an old rocker. It had been her dear departed mother's favorite chair. Whoever sat there was always cold. The cold spot followed the chair, no matter where they put it in the living room.

I sat on the couch.

cant u reed playn english???? wen aru gonna anser my ?

I'm ignoring this.

Will there be drinks and snacks too? Will I be able to suggest requests and dedications? Could I have a turn at the keyboard playing "Heart and Soul" and "Fur Elise"?

Yes, there will be drinks and snacks. You can play "Fur Elise"? Sure, you can play the piano! I have two grands in my living room. We can play duets! I can show you how to improvise on something that someone else is playing at the same time! Please remember that I told you that I could make you an instant blues player!

Requests and dedications? What do you want to do, Christen me while you ship me away? Heck of a way to waste a good bottle of Champagne!

"Fur Elise" was during Year Three of my eight years of piano lessons. Sheesh. Of course, I can play "Fur Elise".

I want to play the piano like Nina Simone.

Guys... I feel like crying... I was supposed to have a Horror Movie night with my friends tomorrow (saturday)... but I got a call from a friend of mine that they needed help in this haunted house that is going on. I was looking so forward to being in it but my two friends took out a lot of time to do this movie night this weekend so it's not like we can make it up. They don't want to do it so I have to go and confront my friend and the director of the haunted house to say I can't come in and neither can they. I feel bad cause I'm letting them down and I want to cry cause I've always wanted to be in a haunted house and now I might not be able to unless I can get Monday off and be in it then... I seriously want to bawl right now...

P.S. great poem jan

Cry on my shoulder! :)

You might be able to get Monday off. Is that what I am hearing?

I really want to do it! There are two shifts tomorrow. One from 11 in the morning to 4 and the other is 5 to 12. My friends are asleep now but I'm going to call them in the morning to see if it's okay that I go to the morning one. I was going to pick up one at 2 and the other gets off work at 2, I'm going to see if my mom can pick up the one at work then to the haunted house to get my car and get my other friend and they can mess around till 4...

Maybe I could even get Monday off too! I've just always wanted to be in a haunted house! I really want to go! I just don't want to be an inconvenience to anyone T.T *cries ar craige's shoulder out of pure frustration*

It sounds like you have a plan then, and that you do have some options as far as times to do these things! I would recommend getting enough sleep so that you can think clearly with everything that's going on!

I loved the Poem by Jan about the Summit bridge.
I love reading ghost stories,especially if it is not made up.:O

Wondergirl, you and Jan got anymore tales to tell?

Jess,
If you do get to the haunted house,do tell us what happens there ;)

p.s-https://www.askmehelpdesk.com/paranormal-phenomena/swinging-ghost-145408.html?highlight=swing

Will do!! Turns out I'm going!!

will do!!! turns out i'm going!!!

Cool!!!!

Omg guys it was so much fun! I was a zombie! At one point I was walking around outside before the haunted house opened (it's indoors), and I scared the out of these three girls just following them!! Then I actually came up behind them and me and the guys playing Jason and Freddy ganged up on them it was great! Being in the actual haunted house though was so much fun! I scared so many people (cause right before my room they get the crap scared out of them from being attacked by a giant inflatable spider then I walked out right in front of them and go "Why so jumpy?" as soon as they are in the cemetery part). Anyway!! Check out my make up! I had to leave the costume there but it was a screaded up wedding dress with fake blood all over it (clotted and dripped). I got to say though, standing still like a statue long enough for them to think that's all I was was so hard!! Man little kids are fun to scare too!!

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That's pretty awesome, BiWi! You just scared the bejeebers out of me! :eek:

I'm so glad that you got to do this!

Now I'm going to have nightmares...

Now I'm going to have nightmares....


In addition to the ones that you have about me? I might get jealous, you know! :eek:

In addition to the ones that you have about me? I might get jealous, you know! :eek:

I got some pills from my doctor for the ones about you. I'm OK now. The shuddering stopped.

I got some pills from my doctor for the ones about you. I'm ok now. The shuddering stopped.

Well, at least you're okay for now. But, just watch! I ain't done yet! :eek:

*twitch*

*twitch*

*shudder*

Oh nooooooooooooooo!!

Ha... I have a 4 year old nephew and a 24 year old brother who is still living at home.. My nephew is my sisters kid and yesterday my nephew stayed the night and it was so funny how it was almost 3 am and he was still awake and me and my brother kept telling him to go to sleep and he wouldn't do it. Then my brother went in his room and I turned off all the lights and went in my room and left him out their in the dark and he kept screaming and my brother went out there and told him that if he didn't get to bed the boogie man wad going to get him and then he just started crying and my brother kept scaring him... it was so funny.

Last halloween though, was the best. It was probably the only year I ever did anything for it... I went with my boyfriend to his aunts house for a halloween party. It was probably one of the top 20 best days of my life... maybe even in the top 5... I don't know. I might try to think of that. I don't know what made that day so fun but it just was. I think I want to make almost like music videos to my favorite memories of my life only maybe not the music... just act it out so I always have the memories to watch.

Oh, I'm so glad that you came over to this thread and posted, Michelle! It's good to see you branching out! There are so many things in life that need to be explored. It's so easy to get stuck in a rut and just continue to dwell on certain things.

Why haven't you done anything on other years for Halloween? Just curious.

I can tell you every little thing I did last halloween and the day before it.. Not that you would really care. I'm just so proud I can remember something from a year ago so well...
If you care to know here it is:
I went over to my bf's and I had no idea we were even going to his aunts. Until later and I had to call my mom to let her know I would be home later. I called on my cell phone. We went to his aunts and their was a lot of people their. It was probably like 7 or 8 pm when we got their. Then we went in the house and he started playing with the dog. We all went in the basement... mostly their was a lot of little kids (all his cusins) and we chased each other around and I don't know just a bunch of stupid stuff... then we ran up stairs and his little cousin with autusim stayed down stairs but all the other kids came up stairs too. Then we ate that itillian beef w/e stuff and we were in the basement when we ate and I had my coat next to me and I was sitting by him and he took my cell phone and typed something on it to me so no one could hear what he was trying to say but I don't remember what it said. Then his mom came downstairs and a little later they started all the games and stuff and everyone was down there. Then some of the little kids watched some goosebumps movies and his uncle said something about the movie "dawn of the dead" and my boyfriend said he never saw the movie but he didn't want me watching it but I've already seen it a few times before that. Then I remember how that day he kept saying how much he loves me and stuff (something like that happened). When they were playing those little game things, I didn't participate. Then later we went outside and me, him, and some of the kids jumped on the trampoline and I didn't really want to but he was like "come on just for a minute'' then me, him and the kids walked back through the woods to scare them and his uncles jumped out at them... theirs more but i dont feel like typing the whole thing... then they had a little camp fire thing in their back yard (the woods are further back in their back yard) and they gave us candy and roasted marshmellows. And they had about 10 chairs around it and i sat facing, well the best way i can describe it was South west then we went back in the house and came back out and i when we came back i had to sit facing, north east... then we all went back in the basement and then in the living room and his little like 5 year old cusin kept telling everyone they were a crack head. lol. Then we went in the garage (me, him, his mom, aunt, and uncle) and they all talked. After a while me and him went back in the house..... theirs alot more but who cares?/?
his mom dropped me off and said "call us tomorrow and let us know if you can go trick or treating with us"
The next day I went with them and I remember that day just as well but its too much to type. Lol.

I never really like halloween much. Last year was fun but my family never really does anything for it other than my mom buys a ton of candy when its on sale. And not for trick-or-treaters but for us. Lol.

I can tell you every little thing i did last halloween and the day before it.. Not that you would really care.

Oh, yes I would Michelle...

But, I do need to get to sleep now. Got to travel almost a hundred miles to perform a gig today.

I never really like halloween much. last year was fun but my family never really does anything for it other than my mom buys a ton of candy when its on sale. And not for trick-or-treaters but for us. lol.

I am wondering why it is not for trick-or-treaters but for you? :confused:

I have a corny one to add...

Why did the witch's mail rattle?

She got a chain letter



Hahahahahahahaha... I told you it was corny :)

Corny is great!

Any other takers here?

What do you get when you cross a vampire and a snowman?
Frostbite...

Do zombies eat popcorn with their fingers?
No, they eat the fingers separately...

Why do you always see ghouls with demons?


Because demons are a ghoul's best friend!

What do you get when you cross a vampire and a snowman?
Frostbite...


I always wondered how frostbite came to be! :)

Halloween's just around the corner and I am looking for people who want to get silly and creative here who would join with me in writing a Halloween story as part of this thread. Any takers? I need to know if there's at least a few people who would be willing to participate before I begin. Thank you! :)

Yes, of course that was a coincidence. Yes. Definitely it was.

I've had no encounters with RM. I used to do home visits for counseling along one side of the cemetery, but it was during the day, so no Mary. Hmmmm. One of my clients in that area was named Mary. Hmmmm.

Another librarian and I went to a haunted bar-restaurant one Friday the 13th, but nothing happened while we were there. We drank Black Russians and ate cheeseburgers. The evening wore on. We switched to gin and tonics and then tried the beer on tap. I don't remember anything happening. I don't remember the name of the other librarian either.

(Just kidding, folks!!)

Here's the bar and its story --

Clarendon Hills - HauntedHouses.com (http://www.hauntedhouses.com/states/il/country_house.cfm)

I have been there many times Wonder, yes I have heard many things first hand concerning strange things that have happened and supposedly still do. One is that there is a satanic circle in the concrete in the basement. The old owners try to deny much of the happenings but will say that "things move without anyone being near them, I have seen it happen." The place has great burgers.:eek:

Sign in a funeral home.. "you may not like flowers, but they will grow on you."

For the story, you will need a gimmick. When I taught creative writing, I wrote the first sentence. The next writer wrote only one sentence. And so on. There are many variations on this such as using the alphabet somehow.

For the story, you will need a gimmick. When I taught creative writing, I wrote the first sentence. The next writer wrote only one sentence. And so on. There are many variations on this such as using the alphabet somehow.

Hey, you must be sleep-walking. You're still supposed to be over on the Imrove thread! I was going to use this as part of your training in improvisation. The one-line thing is exactly what I had in mind. There are just a couple of guidelines that I wanted people to follow.

I'M on the Improv thread, but you don't seem to be. You are spreading yourself too thin, methinks.

State your guidelines please.

I'M on the Improv thread, but you don't seem to be. You are spreading yourself too thin, methinks.

State your guidelines please.

I will when we have at least one more taker.


Originally posted by Clough Halloween's just around the corner and I am looking for people who want to get silly and creative here who would join with me in writing a Halloween story as part of this thread. Any takers? I need to know if there's at least a few people who would be willing to participate before I begin. Thank you!

Everyone's in bed.

Everyone's in bed.


Probably so. Do you think that I should start anyway? :)

I was also hoping that this would be a way to get certain you-know-whos to think about something different for a change rather than the same old, same old...

Yes, I understand.

Let's begin. Start a new thread. First explain, then in a second post begin the story with one sentence. Please commence.

Maybe even have several story threads going--silly, spooky, bloody, etc.

Yes, I understand.

Let's begin. Start a new thread. First explain, then in a second post begin the story with one sentence. Please commence.

Maybe even have several story threads going--silly, spooky, bloody, etc.

Okay, I will. But, I did want one to be a part of this thread also. It could work. Let me check out your other response to our "Improv" that we have going though.

I am in... for the story!

Wow! With firmbeliever as part of this effort, it might just work out! Firmbeliever is cool! I should email some of the regulars.

I am in...for the story!!

Cool, firm! Glad that you latched onto this! It will be coming!

Wondergirl!
Thanks for thinking I am "cool";)

Wondergirl!! Thanks for thinking I am "cool";)

You ARE, aren't you? Please don't say I'm wrong. You write well and give well-thought-out answers.

I am going to start one on this thread as a test before posting a totally new thread. Of course the timing is perfect for starting a new thread. My next message will be the post on this thread to start the story. Let's make this one a silly Halloween story. Not so much blood and guts or scary, but just silly. Might involve a ghost or two, or even a joke. Okay?

Get on with it, man! I have to go to bed.

Hey, everyone! As part of this thread, please feel free to add to this story that I'm going to start. Here are the only things that I am asking you to do in order to try to ensure that it works.

1. Please copy and paste what the previous poster has written in addition to what has already been written before and paste it all into your post. I just would like to make the story continuous in case someone comes along with another response to my original question that I asked on this thread that isn't part of the story.

2. Please only write one sentence or two, at the max, to add to the story.

Here is the beginning of the story. Let's see how it goes! :D


A SILLY HALLOWEEN STORY

It was late at night one Halloween, and the three of us kids were trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. All three of us were in the 4th grade at the school we attended together.

A SILLY HALLOWEEN STORY

It was late at night one Halloween, and the three of us kids were trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. All three of us were in the 4th grade at the school we attended together. We had been put to bed already, but it was Halloween, after all, so me and Joey and Stevie snuck out of our houses and met at the corner of Fifth and Norton and put our heads together as to what we wanted to do, especially since we weren't real fond of our gym teacher, Mr. Brock, who lived just a block away from where we were standing at that very moment.

A SILLY HALLOWEEN STORY

It was late at night one Halloween, and the three of us kids were trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. All three of us were in the 4th grade at the school we attended together. We had been put to bed already, but it was Halloween, after all, so me and Joey and Stevie snuck out of our houses and met at the corner of Fifth and Norton and put our heads together as to what we wanted to do, especially since all three of us weren't real fond of our gym teacher, Mr. Brock, who lived just a block away from where we were standing at that very moment.

"Hey!" said Joey. "Why don't we play a trick on Mr. Brock!" "Maybe we could play "ding-dong-ditch-it on him!"

"Stevie though, thought that he had a better idea. "Since it's Halloween, why don't we do something to really try to scare him?"

A SILLY HALLOWEEN STORY

It was late at night one Halloween, and us three kids were trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. We were in the 4th grade at the school we attended together. We had been put to bed already, but it was Halloween, after all, so me and Joey and Stevie snuck out of our houses and met at the corner of Fifth and Norton and put our heads together as to what we wanted to do, especially since all three of us weren't real fond of our gym teacher, Mr. Brock, who lived just a block away from where we were standing at that very moment.

"Hey!" said Joey. "Why don't we play a trick on Mr. Brock!" "Maybe we could play "ding-dong-ditch-it on him!"

Stevie, though, thought that he had a better idea. "Since it's Halloween, why don't we do something to really try to scare him?"

"Naw," I said. I have the most perfect idea of all, and you're gonna die laughing when you hear it!"

A SILLY HALLOWEEN STORY

It was late at night one Halloween, and us three kids were trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. We were in the 4th grade at the school we attended together. We had been put to bed already, but it was Halloween, after all, so me and Joey and Stevie snuck out of our houses and met at the corner of Fifth and Norton and put our heads together as to what we wanted to do, especially since all three of us weren't real fond of our gym teacher, Mr. Brock, who lived just a block away from where we were standing at that very moment.

"Hey!" said Joey. "Why don't we play a trick on Mr. Brock!" "Maybe we could play "ding-dong-ditch-it on him!"

Stevie, though, thought that he had a better idea. "Since it's Halloween, why don't we do something to really try to scare him?"

"Naw," I said. I have the most perfect idea of all, and you're going to die laughing when you hear it!" I said. I have the most perfect idea of all, and you're gonna die laughing when you hear it!"So, what is it?" Said Joey and Stevie.

A SILLY HALLOWEEN STORY

It was late at night one Halloween, and us three kids were trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. We were in the 4th grade at the school we attended together. We had been put to bed already, but it was Halloween, after all, so me and Joey and Stevie snuck out of our houses and met at the corner of Fifth and Norton and put our heads together as to what we wanted to do, especially since all three of us weren't real fond of our gym teacher, Mr. Brock, who lived just a block away from where we were standing at that very moment.

"Hey!" said Joey. "Why don't we play a trick on Mr. Brock!" "Maybe we could play "ding-dong-ditch-it on him!"

Stevie, though, thought that he had a better idea. "Since it's Halloween, why don't we do something to really try to scare him?"

"Naw," I said. I have the most perfect idea of all, and you're going to die laughing when you hear it!" I said. I have the most perfect idea of all, and you're gonna die laughing when you hear it!"So, what is it?" Said Joey and Stevie.

"So, what is it?" I said.

A SILLY HALLOWEEN STORY


It was late at night one Halloween, and us three kids were trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. We were in the 4th grade at the school we attended together. We had been put to bed already, but it was Halloween, after all, so me and Joey and Stevie snuck out of our houses and met at the corner of Fifth and Norton and put our heads together as to what we wanted to do, especially since all three of us weren't real fond of our gym teacher, Mr. Brock, who lived just a block away from where we were standing at that very moment.

"Hey!" said Joey. "Why don't we play a trick on Mr. Brock!" "Maybe we could play "ding-dong-ditch-it on him!"

Stevie, though, thought that he had a better idea. "Since it's Halloween, why don't we do something to really try to scare him?"

"Naw," I said. I have the most perfect idea of all, and you're going to die laughing when you hear it!" I said. I have the most perfect idea of all, and you're gonna die laughing when you hear it!"So, what is it?" Said Joey and Stevie.

"So, what is it?" I said.

Joey thought that would be a good idea, because Mr. Brock would be surprised by the caramel onions because he would have thought that they were really some sort of sweet delight! However, Stevie had a different idea and said, "Let's make some caramel onions and we can give them to Mr.Brock"

Hey guys! I was in the haunted house again last night! Check out my make up this time! XD I look so much worse!! Oh oh oh and best scare of the night!!

My boyfriend scared the out of three guys with the giant spider right before my room! They were so scared they ran right past me and made it through the rest of the house in like 10 seconds! And a tie with three girls that me and my boyfriend together scared so bad that whey they got to the barrel area (with Freddy, Jason, Leather face, and Jeepers Creepers guy) they were so scared they just ran past all the scary guys and beat the crap out of Freddy!!

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Sorry if some of these are duplicates... too many to read through and see if they are already here! They came through one of my women's groups today. They are pretty bad!! :D

Halloween Definitions

Boogieman: The guy who passes time at a stoplight picking his nose.

Coffin: What you do when you get a piece of popcorn stuck in your throat.

Frankenstein: Hot dog and a mug of beer.

Full Moon: What your repairman reveals when he bends over
To fix your fridge.

Goblin: How you eat the Snickers bars you got for Halloween.

Invisible Man: What a guy becomes when there's housework
To be done.

Jack O' Lantern: An Irish Pumpkin.

Jack the Ripper: What Jack does to his lottery tickets
After losing each week.

Mummy: The person who kisses the boo-boo after you scrape your knee.

Pumpkin Patch: What a pumpkin wears when trying to quit smoking.

Skeleton: Any supermodel.

Vampire Bat: What Dracula hits a baseball with.

Zombie: What you look like before that first cup of morning coffee

Halloween Hugs,
Didi

Good ones Didi!! :) HAPPY DAY!

Evening Clough; If you are interested in a real happening that occurred some years ago, I could be convinced to share...

Evening Clough; If you are interested in a real happening that occurred some years ago, I could be convinced to share.......

I'm not Clough but I do love and appreciate true stories. Please do share! :)

I'm not Clough but I do love and appreciate true stories. Please do share! :)

Thanks... I will, but I need to go for a little while... eat some of the kids candy before they wake up.

Seriously jrebel, I'll be back later or early tomorrow morning. Some interesting "stuff" that happened to me, my kids and my ex-wife. Although she would never admit it today... she feels that if she speaks about it, it will "draw" some nasty visitors that she doesn't want to even think about again.

Hmm, Stringer. It wasn't at Resurrection Cemetery, was it? Or at the Country House in Clarendon Hills? Or at Queen of Heaven?

Thanks......I will, but I need to go for a little while........eat some of the kids candy before they wake up.

Seriously jrebel, I'll be back later or early tomorrow morning. Some interesting "stuff" that happened to me, my kids and my ex-wife. Although she would never admit it today...she feels that if she speaks about it, it will "draw" some nasty visitors that she doesn't want to even think about again.

Ok Stringer! It sounds rather ominous!! I may wait until light of day to read! LOL :p I will look forward to your story. Until later then! Enjoy the candy!! ;)

Hmm, Stringer. It wasn't at Resurrection Cemetery, was it? Or at the Country House in Clarendon Hills? Or at Queen of Heaven?

As you know, at least one of those IS for real. But no, this happened in Niles, Ohio in an old grand house.

Ok Stringer! It sounds rather ominous!!! I may wait until light of day to read! LOL :p I will look forward to your story. Until later then! Enjoy the candy!!! ;)

Thanks, but I have just lost 15 lbs and I am proud of that, I need to just walk away from the gooooood stuff.

I have friends in Ohio. That state is full of weirdnesses.

I have friends in Ohio. That state is full of weirdnesses.

Absolutely, I agree, and this story will take a little time to explain and I will need the energy... but the things I want (need) to talk about are very interesting and very strange.

I look forward to reading your story!

I look forward to reading your story!

Probably tomorrow... wife is pulling me by the arm away from my computer...

A SILLY HALLOWEEN STORY


It was late at night one Halloween, and us three kids were trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. We were in the 4th grade at the school we attended together. We had been put to bed already, but it was Halloween, after all, so me and Joey and Stevie snuck out of our houses and met at the corner of Fifth and Norton and put our heads together as to what we wanted to do, especially since all three of us weren't real fond of our gym teacher, Mr. Brock, who lived just a block away from where we were standing at that very moment.

"Hey!" said Joey. "Why don't we play a trick on Mr. Brock!" "Maybe we could play "ding-dong-ditch-it on him!"

Stevie, though, thought that he had a better idea. "Since it's Halloween, why don't we do something to really try to scare him?"

"Naw," I said. I have the most perfect idea of all, and you're gonna die laughing when you hear it!"

"So, what is it?" Said Joey and Stevie.

"Let's make some caramel onions and we can give them to Mr.Brock" I said.

Joey thought that would be a good idea, because Mr. Brock would be surprised by the caramel onions because he would have thought that they were really some sort of sweet delight! However, Stevie had a different idea and said, "Since it is Halloween, I really think that we should do something to scare Mr. Brock!"


Hmmm?? Just past midnight, the witching hour, and page 13 of this thread, (do do do do, do do do do, The Twighlight Zone) and yet the story goes unfinished... :confused: Perhaps the boys got tired and decided to call it a night. Or, maybe Mr. Brock got wind of what they were up to because he is in reality a warlock and gazed into his crystal ball, saw and heard them, and then decided to turn all three boys into pumpkins! :eek:

No, the boys threw stones at Mr. Brock's bedroom window, woke him up, and shared their Halloween candy with him. The next morning Mr. Brock was too sick to go to school. Everyone cheered.

Maybe we should start a non-holiday story. How about this first sentence:

The lake froze early that winter, and Emily didn't see Ivan until December.

OR

In a wind that almost knocked her over, Greta hunched over, wrapping her coat tightly around her, and stomped through the snow that was drifting at the bottom of the stairs that led into the church.

OR

Jacob, a member of the nomad gang, "Radiation Angels," tore down the highway on his chrome and obsidian Harley.

Non Holiday story sounds better, I didn't know much about those to take the story anywhere..

A non-holiday story thread would be good! :)

I have also thought about starting a "Write a Song" thread. Just one-liners in that and also some rhyming and rhythm going on.

Absolutely, I agree, and this story will take a little time to explain and I will need the energy...but the things I want (need) to talk about are very interesting and very strange.

I would be very interested in seeing the story, Stringer! :)

Okay... true story... I don't care, this is exactly what occurred, I've made up nothing.

Several years ago when my two children were smaller, daughter about two, son about 4 1/2 years old. We were renting in an older but well kept area of Niles, Ohio. This house was hugh and grand. Cut glass, lead filled colored glass in all doors and windows, beautiful trappings, French doors (glass) to the dining room, hugh stone fireplace in the family room, etc. Outside was a beautiful hugh porch that almost surrounded the house with two old fashioned swings. Very nice landscaping all around, very detailed and neat. The master bath even had a walkout porch. Behind the house were hugh old trees. This area was nice and it used to be where the very rich lived, now still very nice but upper middle class with older families.

The homes in this area were all older, nicely kept and neat. People spent a lot of time with the landscaping, etc. However, these homes were quite close together, the driveway between the homes was shared and then split (Y) to separate free standing hugh garages.

What happened occurred over several weeks. On a Saturday in the middle of August, very hot day, my son and I were home at about 3 pm in the afternoon. I heard my wife pull up in the driveway with my daughter from grocery shopping. I told my son "come on we have to help mommy with the groceries. My son said "okay daddy, but I have to use the bathroom first." So I went to help, after about 20-25 minutes, my wife asked me where Bryan was? I said "your right, he was using the bathroom upstairs but he should have finished by now, I'll go check." I called out to him, but no answer..when I found him, he was sitting on top of the stairway, with his face in his hands and white as a ghost. I asked him what was wrong and he looked up at me and said "daddy?? There is someone up here with me!" I wanted to reassure him so I sat down beside him.......it was as cold as a winter day all around him. I asked him how he knew this..he said; "I just know."

The next weekend my wife was outside cutting down a lot of the flowers and shrubs around the house. Our neighbor in the house beside us, very nice lady as was her husband, and told my wife "if Mrs Prichard knew you were doing this she would turn over in her grave." "She was very proud of her flowers." This didn't seem to bother my wife, she kept cutting, even the next day, the same.

After more discussions we found that a Mr and Mrs Prichard owned the house and lived there for many years after their children had grown and left. She was fastidious about her flowers and shrubberies. Along with being a very clean and tidy person. "Everything has its place." She owned beautiful china, paintings, silverware, figurines, etc. She would always be dressed up, with long velvet sleeves and white lace at her cuffs and neck, a very slender lady. (I later found a picture.)

A couple days later we were in bed about 11:30 or so. I had fallen asleep when my wife softly woke me....she asked me to listen. I said what and why??? she said.....just listen.

You know how you can lay there and try to make things even quieter by holding your breath. Well I did, and I definitely heard distinctive heavily congested breathing seemingly coming from somewhere at the base of the bed, I thought. Then I remembered that Bryan had a cold and thought the acoustics were probably to blame, so I went to his bed and then stood for a while near his door to hear him. There was no sound coming from him. I crossed the hallway back to the master bedroom and as I entered the bedroom I heard the heavy breathing, almost gasping coming directly from the center of the bedroom. I had to walk past it to get back into bed. When back in bed (me man..right?) I told my wife that I heard nothing. But let me tell you, I laid in bed, covers up to my chin trying to hear it again.....holding my breath, nothing.

One week later, again late and in bed. My wife again woke me, this time more
emphatically and said "LISTEN!" I told her I don't hear any breathing. She said "NO, Listen... " I said "what the h~ll is that?? " There were sounds coming from the walk up attic. When I think back on this now...it sounded like...someone very old, kind of dragging one leg/foot and the sound of a cane 'thud", and again, again. You know you have to rationalize so I thought "old house, boards creaking?" This sound was going from the corner of our ceiling towards the other corner, NOT along the board/floor layout! Again we laid there not breathing... I started to "rationalize" again. There had to be SOME EXPLANATION here. It didn't last for more than a few minutes, then only silence. But, it was distinctive.

The most unexplained thing happened two days or so later. I was a Area Manager of those old Fotomat Stores (in the parking lots-you bought and dropped off film) and was responsible for Western Pa and Eastern Ohio. This meant that I had to travel every other week to visit the locations. We had plans to go out dancing that evening so I was to be home a little earlier than usual. I was traveling back on a major highway from the western part of Ohio and I had seen all the locations I planned to see that day except for one. As I came up to the intersection that would take me to this last location I debated whether to go there or not, I might be late for dancing and another couple was to go with us. I decided to do it and be quick so I was speeding. As I went over the hill I saw about 10 -15 cars, all pulled over at the side of the road, a speed trap. Never got to that location that day, but I did get a speeding ticket.

Now as I drove into my driveway I see my wife standing by our garage with Mrs Janero, the nice older Italian neighbor. The moment I got out of the car and began explaining why I was ticked off because of being late and the ticket, my 2 year old daughter came running out of the garage screaming at the top of her lungs. Her mouth open with her tongue out and pointing to it. Just as we went to help her and see what was wrong my son stated to scream because two bees had just stung him. Mrs Janero just stood there in amazement. Then my wife screams "my God, the house is on fire!!!!" Smoke was coming from the kitchen window! When I went to the back door the screen door was locked. I broke it open to find that the door itself was also locked! I threw a rock through the window and got inside. The dinner she was cooking had burned and was smoking, but nothing caught fire. Now remember it was summer we had no air conditioning. Windows and regular doors were all open so the large house would be cooler. All the windows were closed and locked also. My wife insisted she didn't lock or close anything! And she said "why AND how would I do that, I just stepped outside to see Mrs Janero for a moment, I was cooking dinner!" And the door had a lock that could only be locked if you used a key.

Mrs Janero shook her head as she went back towards her house and said "CRAZY stuff."

Weeks later on a Saturday we were invited to Mr & Mrs Janero's home, next door for coffee and some cake. I was sitting at the counter and after a while when my wife and Mrs Janero were talking I asked "has anyone ever said anything about anything strange happening in our house?" They both got real quiet and Mrs janero looked at me and said "no, why?"

I mentioned the things that she saw the last week in our driveway and told her and him about what had been occurring over the last month or so. Mrs Janero asked me "exactly when did these things start?" I remembered approximately the date, and she said "that was right after your wife was cutting all the flowers and shrubs down." She looked at my wife and said "I told you honey, I told you." My wife didn't understand... Mrs Janero said; "I told you that if you did that Mrs Pricherd would turn over in her grave." We just looked at her. When I later spoke with my wife about what she said, she said "yes she said that but I really don't believe it that stuff!

The next evening we were all out in the driveway again, all four of us talking about what we said the day before. So I thought I would take this a little further and I explained in detail what we had experienced. They said that they had known the Pricherds for a long time and were very sorry when they passed. Mr Pricherd was a local jeweler and he passed first. He died of advanced ASTHMA, at the end he could hardly get his breath and his bedroom was upstairs-ours. He also was very old and used a cane to walk. Mrs Pricherd lived for another 8 years in the house by herself. She fell down the stairs and died, no one found her for two weeks. Mrs Janero herself had found her.

One last thing, the attic had a stairway leading up there. We had never been up there, my wife wanted to see it... So she closely followed me up there, but she said it had to be in the daylight. So we opened the door, there was heavy dust all over the floor, about an inch of it. The only other things there were; one living room type draped chair with a old fashioned floor lamp beside it, no extension cords to the lamp, nothing else was up there AND there were no footprints...

Cont'd; Stringer..


Along with all the things that had happened there is one other thing. My grandmother and I were pretty close and she had passed about a year before. (Remember this was in the late 70's) We had a floor model stereo, reel to reel 8 track, record palyer, radio, etc. It was about 4 feet long and3 1/2 feet high. It was really beautiful, light oak, polished with top sliding doors. My grandmother loved this stereo she thought it was the most beautiful piece of furniture she had ever seen. She would always ask me to play some music for her, and she would sit there sometimes for over an hour and listen. Well, among the things that occurred at this house, was something also unusual, concerning this stereo. Right after the "breathing" episode, we were all sitting in the family room and we heard a "thump." Loud enough for all to hear it. We kind of looked at each other and went back to watching t.v.
Again a "thump", this time louder. Yeah, still we did nothing. But the third time about 60 seconds apart, there was a third and a fourth louder "thump." Almost as if someone hit the top of the stereo with their fist. I got up and walked over to it. This had not happened before, I reached down and the cord wasn't even plugged in. It had not been plugged in for rover 2 months. I thought at first it may have been cooling down from when someone had been playing it. Later the next day, again talking with Mrs Janero I told her about this and how my grandmother loved this stereo. She looked at me and said, your grandmother was trying to protect you, she loves you, feel good about THAT one!

So there is what happened to me/us...

There is more about my grandmother...

Wow... that's a creepy one!

Stringer, I have to say, that was quite a read!! I am waiting for more! :) I am contemplating sharing a story that for me, was quite out of the ordinary. Let me think about it while you type more of your story.

Stringer, also I have many questions. I will hold off on those also for a bit. More please!

I agree jrebel... we need a whole new thread just for Stringers story!!

Rank.. I was trying to go to bed...

Stringer, I have to say, that was quite a read!!! I am waiting for more! :) I am contemplating sharing a story that for me, was quite out of the ordinary. Let me think about it while you type more of your story.

Thank you, when it is authentic it amounts to just trying to remember the facts. It really was a scary month or so. We didn't talk much about it at all until a long time afterwards.

I have more personal things that scare the "boots" off me. I was there but they were aimed at my ex, no question about that.

I am tired now, really, tomorrow.

Thank you again
Stringer

Stringer, also I have many questions. I will hold off on those also for a bit. More please!

I would be very interested in reading what happened to you, please post it.

Stringer, I admire you for continuing to stay there. I would have moved into a motel far away. Very scary story!

Stringer, I admire you for continuing to stay there. I would have moved into a motel far away. Very scary story!!

I wasn't that brave Wonder, we stayed for about 5 more months when the lease expired, then we left, I might add a hurry. I would like to tell you about the old cellar in this place, wow, scary place, especially after all that happened.

I wasn't that brave Wonder, we stayed for about 5 more months when the lease expired, then we left, I might add in a hurry. I would like to tell you about the old cellar in this place, wow, scary place, especially after all that happened.

It is going to be a busy business day... lots of "bad guys" to corral. But I will try later or tomorrow; Sat.

I would be very interested in reading what happened to you, please post it.

Hi there Stringer!
Certain personalities are just more sensitive to things around us. I have had many incidents in my life but the following is one that I find difficult to shake or understand because it is within my belief, that when a person dies, they do go on from here and don't hang around!! We ran around with a couple. Both were very likeable but while the man would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it, he trusted no one. He would never turn his back on a person. He always carried a pistol and back then (several years back), I am not sure he had a firearms carry permit or not. One time he picked up a hitch hiker (as he stated, he sure hated to see some one stranded) and he had his leather jacket on, the passenger began to reach into his pocket. Our friend, had his hand inside his jacket as they traveled and just casually, cocked back the hammer as the other guy reached into his jacket. The conversation never stopped but the passenger, very carefully and slowly, pulled his hand back out and sat with his hands on his legs, in the open from then on. I said all of this to sort of preface the ending. Time passed, the couple divorced but my friend always loved this man. They married really young had two children, grandchildren but as things often do, fell apart and they parted. He remarried later, had retired from his life long job and purchased a little grocery/gasoline station down by one of many lakes. Word came that our friend had been killed. Shock barely touched what we felt and no understanding of what happened. As details emerged, a young boy was arrested, just walking down the country road. Our friend had given he and his family groceries when they were out of money many times and had extended credit for gasoline and gave gasoline for their truck when needed. Our friend never turned his back on anyone as I stated yet, this one day, the young guy came in and our friend walked to the back of the store to get something for the guy and the guy stabbed our friend to death then simply walked away. No drugs were involved, he took no money, had blood on him. We had been through our own trauma during this time and wanted to be there for the family as they had been for us. I went to court everyday in another county. There was never a change of expression on the young mans face as it was told what had happened. He received the death penalty and has been put to death.

Ok, I am a stickler for details and journaling, as you can see! I am wordy, forgive, I digress. Okay, one evening, after going through all the trial, etc. I had written in my journal on the events of the day. It was winter and I was cold and was standing in front of our furnace as I reread my entries to make sure I had not made mistakes or had not left details out. As I stood there, I not only felt someone was standing behind me but saw A.J. standing just behind my right shoulder, saw his face as he peered over my right shoulder reading my journal. I turned around quickly and no image, nothing. Being a person, as I said of believing as I do, I didn't share this for a bit. Later, my friend, his ex-wife shared with me that she had seen him ascending her stairs inside her townhouse apartment and on two other occasions, saw him in her house. (He had never lived in that house with her as they had divorced long time past). It was almost like he was trying to grasp what had happened. The question that will always remain with us is why did A.J. turn his back on someone, this one time, when he never had before in all the years we had known him. Sweet man, giving man, distrusting man, except this one time.

Hi there Stringer!
Certain personalities are just more sensitive to things around us. I have had many incidents in my life but the following is one that I find difficult to shake or understand because it is within my belief, that when a person dies, they do go on from here and don't hang around!!! We ran around with a couple. Both were very likeable but while the man would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it, he trusted no one. He would never turn his back on a person. He always carried a pistol and back then (several years back), I am not sure he had a firearms carry permit or not. One time he picked up a hitch hiker (as he stated, he sure hated to see some one stranded) and he had his leather jacket on, the passenger began to reach into his pocket. Our friend, had his hand inside his jacket as they traveled and just casually, cocked back the hammer as the other guy reached into his jacket. The conversation never stopped but the passenger, very carefully and slowly, pulled his hand back out and sat with his hands on his legs, in the open from then on. I said all of this to sort of preface the ending. Time passed, the couple divorced but my friend always loved this man. They married really young had two children, grandchildren but as things often do, fell apart and they parted. He remarried later, had retired from his life long job and purchased a little grocery/gasoline station down by one of many lakes. Word came that our friend had been killed. Shock barely touched what we felt and no understanding of what happened. As details emerged, a young boy was arrested, just walking down the country road. Our friend had given he and his family groceries when they were out of money many times and had extended credit for gasoline and gave gasoline for their truck when needed. Our friend never turned his back on anyone as I stated yet, this one day, the young guy came in and our friend walked to the back of the store to get something for the guy and the guy stabbed our friend to death then simply walked away. No drugs were involved, he took no money, had blood on him. We had been through our own trauma during this time and wanted to be there for the family as they had been for us. I went to court everyday in another county. There was never a change of expression on the young mans face as it was told what had happened. He received the death penalty and has been put to death.

Ok, I am a stickler for details and journaling, as you can see! I am wordy, forgive, I digress. Okay, one evening, after going through all the trial, etc., I had written in my journal on the events of the day. It was winter and I was cold and was standing in front of our furnace as I reread my entries to make sure I had not made mistakes or had not left details out. As I stood there, I not only felt someone was standing behind me but saw A.J. standing just behind my right shoulder, saw his face as he peered over my right shoulder reading my journal. I turned around quickly and no image, nothing. Being a person, as I said of believing as I do, I didn't share this for a bit. Later, my friend, his ex-wife shared with me that she had seen him ascending her stairs inside her townhouse apartment and on two other occasions, saw him in her house. (He had never lived in that house with her as they had divorced long time past). It was almost like he was trying to grasp what had happened. The question that will always remain with us is why did A.J. turn his back on someone, this one time, when he never had before in all the years we had known him. Sweet man, giving man, distrusting man, except this one time.

Great story Jrebel, not being an expert in these matters (doubt that anyone really is) I would wonder if that is really why. He is shocked and trying to understand exactly what had occurred to him?

Hey there Stringer,
LOL Who knows but true stories such as the one you shared and this one and others who share their experiences are always interesitng to me. I just don't dwell on them or try to figure them out too much. Always makes fur a good story though! :) Miles to go before I sleep!

Hey there Stringer,
LOL Who knows but true stories such as the one you shared and this one and others who share their experiences are always interesitng to me. I just don't dwell on them or try to figure them out too much. Always makes fur a good story though! :) Miles to go before I sleep!

Understood, best to maybe put them in the back of your mind.:)

We should put together an AMHD book and get it published. Jreb and Stringer will be in the "Things That Go Bump in the Night" chapter.

We should put together an AMHD book and get it published. Jreb and Stringer will be in the "Things That Go Bump in the Night" chapter.

Yeah I guess Wonder (ful person?), but the true story would be me waking to go to the bathroom and that "thump" would be my toe and the pretty words that would follow... waking my beautiful wife... oh no, not again.:eek:

Ok, I should elaborate here but I only have a minute.

Keeping in mind the "occurrences" I spoke of before, I have to tell you that this house had a very "spooky" cellar. Dark with only several light bulbs hanging from long electrical cords. Many different rooms, cravennesses, old furniture with cobwebs covered with old dusty sheets. A little damp and a lot dungy. A lot of very personal history was stored here.

Remember that Mrs. Prichard loved her old things and kept almost everything, apparently she didn't throw away anything. It didn't seem that anyone had gone through this cellar after she died, nothing was disturbed. There were some very small windows but they didn't allow much light through. That light that did filter through was very dim because the windows were dirty and covered with those cobwebs.

Several times I had to go down there; fuse box, etc. A couple times, (during the day) I ventured down just to look around.

You ALWAYS had a very strange feeling when down there. A feeling that there was a lot of their history here and that you may not be welcome... you were an outsider.

Well... before all the things that happened, my ex-wife wanted to go and look at everything. Let me tell you that we found some very interesting things, old, very old pictures, books, a box that was full of old lace, old china, etc. Everything was covered with these sheets that had about an inch of dust-just like the attic.

There were about 8 different rooms, one was an old coal room that still had coal even though the house was converted to gas heat now. It was as if time had stopped and everything just stayed the same since the last person was there, apparently many years ago. She uncovered many things, we spent about two hours looking through many boxes that were stored neatly.

When we were ready to go back upstairs I mentioned to my ex that we should put everything back neatly as we found it... She said that wasn't necessary, "who is going to care about this stuff?

I have to admit, I always had some anxiety when I had to go down there and felt that things should have been put back in the same order as before.

Two days after the experience with my son (sitting at the top of the stairs) a fuse blew out.
With a flashlight in hand for additional light I went down by myself. I had told her about the incident with Bryan and she didn't want to go down there...now.

Went down, replaced the fuse, all was fine. As I went back up the cellar stairs about half way up something tugged on my foot. This was NOT my imagination, something held my left foot for about a second or two. I jumped forward and pulled my leg up, I felt the resistance. I think I literally got to the top of the stairs in one jump.

I tried to tell her what happened, of course she didn't believe me. It is so easy to just say; "you're crazy, you have a fantastic imagination." "You are just trying to scare me, stop it!"

Only after all the rest occurred did I hear her mention to Mrs. Janeiro that I had this "thing" happen in the cellar. Mrs. Janeiro told her "you are messing with something you do not understand sweety."

Now you are really creeping me out, Stringer!

Now you are really creeping me out, Stringer!

Wonder, I haven't told this story to too many people. There is something that my Mother told me after I told her what was going on. She simply said "listen to me, don't talk about this, you will bring them back, they can attach themselves to you and follow you wherever you go.."

So I have pretty much stopped telling people. When I did tell everyone that would listen shortly after it all happened, people had many different reactions. But since I swear this happened, I came to realize that most did believe me because I was telling the truth. I found people staring in my face to see if I WAS being truthful. And in most all of them I could see that they did believe me. Funny, but after a while that gave me some reassurance, some peace of mind, that some really did.

Clough where are you lately?

Clough where are you lately?

Reading your story that has taken me forever to get to. :)

Stringer, you are NOT windy! You are an excellent story teller! Had me on the edge of my seat, and I LOVE stuff like this! :) You had me caught up in it from the word "go".

For the record... I believe you.

Hugs, Didi

Stringer, you are NOT windy! You are an excellent story teller! Had me on the edge of my seat, and I LOVE stuff like this! :) You had me caught up in it from the word "go".

For the record... I believe you.

Hugs, Didi
Thank you Gram, as I said it is reassuring that people do. Not many, but some over the years have laughed or believed that it wasn't true. I can again tell you that it was (period)

When I think of those instances where people didn't I think possibly that they did but it made them feel better or even safer if they said they did not.

Thank you again,
Stringer:)

Just thought that it might be a good time to revive this thread! Even though it's somewhat dated, information posted it on it could be a good resource for others searching for this kind of thing.

Glad that you restarted it Clough.

Glad that you restarted it Clough.

Thanks, Stringer! I don't think that it's going to be that visible though because it's already old and, to my understanding because of the way the system works, it will only show up in the topic area and not on the pages in general where things are currently happening. I hope that made sense...

Thanks, Stringer! I don't think that it's going to be that visible though because it's already old and, to my understanding because of the way the system works, it will only show up in the topic area and not on the pages in general where things are currently happening. I hope that made sense...

Yep, it did. Then I would suggest that you start another one now but just change the "heading" some?