Ghost Stories

[khayejhaye]

hi just want to share this story of my cousin just told me before...
here it goes..

one day there was a man in the top of the building trying to commit suicide cuz his fiance left him. he was really heart broken so that's y he wanted to die then all of a sudden a lady came and talk to her and ask him what are you din here? the man said why are you asking me? she said nothing, just want to know, then the man answered i want to die, i want to see her? the lady said who's her? my fiance! so thats why you want to jump over the building the man said yes! the Lady said NO!! and then said y? do you think your fiance would be happy if you will do this? how about your family? the man said: HOw did you know this?

she just say Cuz ive done this before and i dont want you to feel the same way what had happen to me and the Lady dissappear..

i know it s not that scary its just a matter of sharing of experience of my cousin!

LOL

[ShadowGS]

Here you can only post ghost stories and pictures.

I got one... wait.

Jerry was driving home late one night when he saw a young lady waiting by a bus stop. He stopped his car and told her that he didn't think the buses were running so late at night and offered her a ride. The fall night air was getting chilly, so he took off his jacket and gave it to her. Jerry found out that the girl's name was Mary and she was on her way home.

After an hours drive, they arrived at her home and he dropped her off by the front door. Jerry said goodnight and went home himself.

The next day he remembered that Mary still had his jacket.

He drove to her house and knocked on the door, an old woman answered.
John told her about the ride he had given her daughter Mary, and had come back to get the jacket he had lent her. The old woman looked very confused.

John noticed a picture of Mary on the fireplace mantel. He pointed to it and told the old woman that that was the girl he had given a ride to.

With her voice shaking, the old woman told Jerry that her daughter had been dead for many years and was buried in a cemetery about an hours drive away from there.
Jerry ran to his car and drove to the cemetery....

He found his jacket, neatly folded on top of a grave...the name on the gravestone was Mary!

No Photos Please

Once a day a girl was at here house alone..their parents went to business trips for 3 days..her dog always sleeps near her..during the night he licks her hand for let her know he was there..
once a day after the dog licking her hand she heard a noise she went to the kitchen and open the cabin where the noise came from...she openned and it was her dog..dead..

Q: Who licked her hand ?



Real Storie (happened to me)


Once a day at night about 2 am I Was watching CSI..and then a ball-like stuff came from the side of the tvi and went to the back of the sofa...I Was so scared...then I heard the fridge opening at the kitchen... and a bottle falling on the floor..I was so scared I went to my bed...I felt a breeze coming from my back..OMG! I havent look..then i looked to the door and saw feet...I was under a cushion..so I just saw the feet..and then next day I woke up in the bath tub..

Happened 1 year ago..Ill neve see CSI again at 2am...

[Hitman]

Once a day a girl was at here house alone..their parents went to business trips for 3 days..her dog always sleeps near her..during the night he licks her hand for let her know he was there..
once a day after the dog licking her hand she heard a noise she went to the kitchen and open the cabin where the noise came from...she openned and it was her dog..dead..

Q: Who licked her hand ?



Real Storie (happened to me)


Once a day at night about 2 am I Was watching CSI..and then a ball-like stuff came from the side of the tvi and went to the back of the sofa...I Was so scared...then I heard the fridge opening at the kitchen... and a bottle falling on the floor..I was so scared I went to my bed...I felt a breeze coming from my back..OMG! I havent look..then i looked to the door and saw feet...I was under a cushion..so I just saw the feet..and then next day I woke up in the bath tub..

Happened 1 year ago..Ill neve see CSI again at 2am...

You're not the only one who saw the Urban Legends 2

Your real story is amazing.

[jenni.p123]

so that actually happend to you ? and you woke up in the bath ? wow that's freeky

[Themolestarted]

*faints*

[SuzyE730]

emmm..are there any dog ghosts?

[Themolestarted]

AAAAHHHHHHHHH DOG GHOSTS*faints again*

[SuzyE730]

*faints w/ da poor fainting mole*

[Hitman]

(Please people, this is a thread about ghost stories)

[Themolestarted]

Sorry but its scary

[ShadowGS]

so that actually happend to you ? and you woke up in the bath ? wow that's freeky

Yeh It happened...but My friends dont believe..they call me nerd

About the dog story..a friend told me

[Themolestarted]

Yeh It happened...but My friends dont believe..they call me nerd

well.....

[ShadowGS]

Im still scared about what happened to me

[Carmit]

The Last Ride
by Paul Melniczek

She lifted up her head and peered outside through the frosted window. Wrinkled eyes gazed into the bright sky, and a smile came over the old woman’s face when she saw the full moon, shining away in all it’s harvest glory, a perfect background setting for All Hallow’s Eve.

A loud purring reached her ears as a black cat leaped up on the table next to the rocking chair she was sitting in.

"Yes, my sweets. Isn’t that a pretty night we have in store for us? Old man moon looks down on us with a wink in his eye tonight."

The cat stared at her with deep green eyes, attention fixed on every word.

"You know what this night means, don’t you, Trickster?" The cat let out a soft meow, listening to his master.

"It is the passing of an age, that is what. Many long years, happy memories, but there is an ending to every story, good and bad. Ol’ Madge here has seen it all, yes I have."

The old woman pushed herself up from the chair, one gnarled hand stroking the silken fur of Trickster. There was a creaking noise as old bones cracked within the ancient body, stiff joints groaning in protest at the effort made by her to straighten up.

"Ah, this craggy old girl ain’t what she used to be. Need a dose of the ointment before I go, that’ll fix me for a little while."

Madge walked over towards a large oaken trunk that was filled with an assortment of herbs, spices, animal parts, jarred collections of insects, packaged powders, and numerous other odds and ends. They were the tools of her trade.

Rummaging through the contents, she found a sachet containing some brown colored leaves, and when she opened it a sweet odor wafted outwards.

"Hmm, this will do fine." The crone went over to a wooden cabinet which had vials of liquid scattered about the shelves. She grabbed a tube with a bubbly fluid inside with a purple tinge to it, and then poured the leaves in.

Wispy curls of vapor rose up, and the old woman drank deeply.

A look of revulsion crossed her face at the bitter taste, but she shook it off.

"Not the fountain of youth, but it bestows on me a glimmer of strength, and that is all I need." She smacked her dry lips together, and smiled with glee.

Madge hobbled over to the great stone fireplace that warmed the cottage, and a black cauldron was resting above the burning flames. A green liquid boiled away in a frenzy, fat bubbles oozing from the surface. She stirred the mixture with a metal ladle.



"Double, bubble, toil and trouble!"

"Double, bubble, toil and trouble!’

Cackling with delight, the old woman churned the foul broth with renewed vigor. The cauldron hissed in answer, and the brew began to fizzle over.

"Ha ha, that’s it. A ghastly potion for a ghostly night!"

Madge nodded to herself, and the flames danced before her, casting lurid shadows on the walls of the cottage.

The image behind the cat grew in size, reaching the proportions of a great beast which was many times the feline’s actual body shape.

Trickster growled, his dark mane bristling. The master made a gesture in the air, and the front door burst open as the black cat sprang into the night, the transformation beginning to take place. A howl echoed from the woods outside, and Madge shouted in response, the language old and archaic.

"Rejoice in the wild, my pet. The night calls. Until the sun comes up, when you must return."

A gust of wind blasted against the cottage, slamming the door shut with a loud crash. The old woman’s wizened face had a trace of sadness on it, and she let out a deep sigh.

"It is almost time, must make haste."

Madge opened the closet and reached inside, tenderly bringing out a worn garb, black as the night. A tear trickled from the corner of an eye, moistening the callused cheek beneath.

"So many years, where have they all gone? How will I be able to face the next one, knowing that my time is done?"

She pulled the raiment tightly about herself, cherishing the feel of the familiar outfit. The cloak gave her comfort and security.

"Such little time, and too many things to fill it with, ‘tis a pity."

There was an upper shelf inside the closet, and from this she brought out a rumpled black hat, pointed at the top in the shape of a narrow cone.

"Hee hee hee," she chuckled. "A pointed cone for a crooked crone." She set the hat on her head, and brushed back the strands of silver hair that lay tangled down to her shoulders. She began to feel much younger and stronger, but it was only wishful thinking. Potions could give her a teasing of both, but that was it.

Madge crossed to the other side of the room, wooden floor boards creaking underneath her musty black boots. The heels clicked softly with her passing.

A reading desk sat in the corner, and a dusty tome sprawled along the top. Strange words and symbols were etched onto the crinkled pages, the lettering written in blood. She leafed through until she found the proper incantation, then closed the book with a snap.

"Long ago, I could recite nearly every line of verse in half that script. But now....." The old woman shook her head, again being overcome with remorse.

"More’s the pity, old hag, I’ve had my turn. The wheels of time roll on without stopping, and my moment has arrived to step aside. Only fond memories, no regrets."

The old woman’s gaze wandered the trappings of the cottage, her domain for countless years. Yes, fate had treated her well, there was no denial.

"And now, my friend, who has served me so well these many years. Will you answer the summons yet again, on this night of all nights?

Madge spread her arms wide in appeal, pale yellow eyes closed in concentration. The wind picked up outside, and tree branches scratched against the window panes, bent stick arms moving in wooden animation, responding to the surge of dark power that was building within the cottage.

There was a flash of brilliance radiating from a section of stone next to the fireplace, and a secret panel was revealed. From the compartment emerged a long broom, stark in opaque blackness, levitating towards the old woman.

"Ha ha ha, come to me! It is our time again. The sisters await!"

The broom continued floating, and it came within the crone’s eager grasp as it throbbed with power, pulsating with diabolical energy.

Madge held the broom up triumphantly, and opened the front door. A strong breeze was blowing, and fallen leaves covered the mossy earth. Sinister figures crouched within the surrounding shadows, lurking among the trees.

It was Halloween night, and spirits of the nights had awakened in unholy celebration.

Madge sat astride the enchanted broom, and up she flew to meet with her fellow sisters of the coven. This was her last time as the coven leader, and a new one would be sworn in this Hallow’s Eve.

She gazed up at the awaiting sky, spotting others of her wicked brethren. It was Halloween night, and for the last time, into that magical night, rode the form of the witch, on her last moonlight ride.

The End


i diddent wright thish

[Themolestarted]

One day this guy got eaten by

ME