During this Halloween week, I thought a real ghost story would be in order.
On this fall evening, I had a few friends over. We were sitting around the fire pit near my patio.
As is usually the case, we started talking about urban legends. I’ve always thought some truth originated from them, but the location is usually never pin pointed and some have been proven false, but retold nevertheless.
Someone mentioned the urban legend “The Babysitter.” I always get a creepy feeling about that story, but I didn’t expect my friend Barbara’s reaction.
“That really happened to me,” Barbara said quietly.
We waited. I was torn between wanting to know and not wanting to hear a story that would keep me up until the break of dawn. Especially an urban legend I already found disturbing. I didn’t need to put a real person’s face on it.
“It’s not exactly like the urban legend, but the similarity cannot be mistaken,” she began. “I was at my aunt and uncle’s house staying with my younger cousins. My parents were having an anniversary party for them. My brothers had dates and that left me to stay with the cousins.”
She quickly added, “No one was killed.” And, the only similarity to the urban legend is the babysitting part … but I’m sure there are numerous variations.
I just knew it had to do with telephone calls or creepy sounds upstairs or in the basement. I had to shut off my wandering imagination.
Barbara’s story took place in the mid 1960’s.
“We were all downstairs. Aunt Harriet had dinner prepared for us. June and I just had to put it on plates. Brady and Mark were watching an old western on television. They wanted to continue watching their program and set up TV trays for all of us to eat together in the living room. During the commercial, the boys got a cold bottle of soda for each of us and made a big production of popping off the caps. They carried in their plates and the sodas just as the program began. June and I followed with silverware, napkins and our own plates.”
“I remember just getting settled when the telephone rang.”
No one was there, but the phone line seemed to crackle.
Barbara returned to the living room and began eating when the telephone rang again. She got up to answer it. This time there was laughing on the line. She decided it was a prank call and said, “Tell me the joke and I’ll laugh along with you.” She heard a distinct click indicating the call was disconnected.
“During the commercial break, we refilled our plates in the kitchen, grabbed another roll or two and the boys opened up another bottle of soda for each of us.”
They were having a pleasant evening together, it was like they were having their own “party” in front of the television.
After dinner and after the television program, the boys searched for something else to watch while June and Barbara washed the dishes. The boys later put the soda bottles in the garage and took out the trash.
They rushed in white as ghosts. “Upstairs, we saw someone in Mom’s sewing room.”
June didn’t believe them at first. She knew her brothers were probably up to something. Barbara immediately believed them. She went outside and the sewing room window was dark.
The boys insisted the light was on and there was someone in the room, walking by the window.
“Let’s all go out for ice cream,” Barbara suggested.
They all got into her car, parked out front. June noticed the light on in the front bedroom window.
“That’s my room!” she said. “I didn’t have my light on.”
They watched the window. Nothing crossed in front of it, but the next window lit up. They were sure someone was in the house.
Barbara carefully drove to the store. She found a telephone booth and all four of them crammed inside as Barbara called her house. Her father answered. She told him what was happening and she and her cousins were at the grocery store. He told her to come home with her cousins.
She had to pass the house on her way home and saw her uncle’s car parked across the street. She parked behind him. He was relieved they were safe and said he was waiting for the police.
A couple of police cars pulled up and parked a couple of houses away on the same side of the street as her aunt and uncle’s house. Her uncle got out of the car to join them.
The police went inside. When they stepped on the porch, the porch light went out. Two other officers went around back.
Barbara remembered leaving the kitchen light on when they left. It was now out.
The police went inside and through every room in the house. What they found was disturbing.
Uncle Roy told Barbara to go home with her cousins.
“Daddy’s going into the house,” Brady said.
“What’s in the house,” Mark wanted to know.
That’s what everyone wanted to know. They waited for Uncle Roy.
He returned with the police. Neither Uncle Roy, nor the police gave much information, but they asked plenty of questions from what they did that evening to what they had for dinner. Barbara explained about the telephone calls. The boys spoke about the light being on in the sewing room.
Aunt Harriet remembered checking the bedrooms before she and Roy left for the evening after Barbara arrived. Nothing was out of place she insisted.
Barbara could attest to the fact that no one went upstairs. The bathroom downstairs was used. All the children were in agreement. Either the boys were together or June and Barbara were together when they were all in the living room.
They didn’t hear anything upstairs.
Years later Barbara found out what the police found and why her aunt and uncle moved out of the house.
No windows were found open. All the outside doors were locked, but something strange had entered the house or been in the house when Harriet and Roy left the children in the care of Barbara.
It was strange no one heard anything, but the television was on and they were watching a western with galloping hoofs and gun fire.
Upstairs was a complete mess. Toys were thrown around the room, beds were set upended against the wall, some toys were broken and all the heads of June’s dolls were gone — not in the trash or anywhere in the house. Clothes were ripped, not slashed with a knife while still on their hangers. Drawers were dumped out and the contents ripped up.
This was impossible for Barbara and her cousins to have done during the two to three hours they were alone in the house.
It was concluded that it had to be poltergeists.
Harriet and Roy didn’t return to live in the house with their children. They hired someone to clean the house and remove all the furniture to the dump. They stayed with Barbara’s family for a couple of weeks before moving into an apartment while they were selling the house.
Whatever was in the house may not have wanted to harm Barbara and her cousins, but since Harriet and Roy were away, it made it very clear that it didn’t want them in the house.
Barbara has never forgotten that night and still gets chills remembering the laughter she heard over the telephone.
Did you find that real ghost story creepy?
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Well, it is finally raining with the thunder rumbling in the background to make a wonderful background for my writing this Real Ghost Story about a creepy Friday Night Scare!!
This happened a few years ago, but it was a personal experience I’ll not soon forget.
I don’t like creepy experiences in or around my home . . . but it is what it is and I’m accepting it . . . but it doesn’t mean I have to like it 🙂
It was a Friday night the people who lived behind me were having a party with a live band.
It was loud, but I waited until after 10 PM before calling the police to have them quiet down. It was the strangest thing. I could see dark hooded entities hovering over the hedge that separated our yards. Plus there’s also a fence behind my hedge. One would think the hedge would cut down the noise, but I suppose it is just adding more privacy.
There were six hooded entities that hovered over the hedge as I was calling the nonemergency number for the police department. After my call, there were five still hovering. I did wonder what happened to the sixth one. I did notice they each carried something shiny — it may have been a knife. I just know it gave me an uneasy feeling.
I don’t know if it was the music or what this celebration was all about that my neighbors were holding. I just know that I didn’t like what was hovering over my hedge and I was beginning to not appreciate the neighbors who lived behind me.
I felt like I was playing out the Agatha Christy Ten Little Indians theme . . . then there were none. The cloaked entities disappeared as time passed. I do have protection all around my house and within, but for some reason I was feeling uncomfortable with these entitles. I was thinking it was better seeing them than not seeing them.
I lit some candles on my patio and I got out my smudge stick and waved it around my yard with my prayers. Just because these entities were hooded, didn’t necessarily mean they were evil. It does make me wonder why they would be hooded and not showing themselves.
As I said earlier, it bothered me that they did disappear. Wasn’t that the idea? I felt like they were spying on me. It made me wonder if it’s better to see what you really don’t want to see than not see them at all. Kind of a weird concept, actually.
Eventually, the band turned down their amps and the party continued, but much quieter.
I sat on my patio, enjoying the evening. I didn’t see anything hovering in my yard. It seemed calm and peaceful. I could hear talking, but wasn’t paying much attention to it.
Then there was screaming in the yard behind me. I also heard banging, crashes and more screams. There was a lot of noise, running feet and yelling from fear.
Evidently, neighbors on both sides and maybe beyond were concerned and the police were called again.
One neighbor told me that knives were being thrown and several were thrown in his yard. He didn’t appreciate it and called the police. Then he remarked about all the other noises and the screaming. The police came and the fire department with ambulances. It turned out to be a scene from some horror movie.
An elderly man rented the house with his grandson. It was his grandson’s birthday. The grandfather hired the band and caterers. It was a party that went south very quickly. Some neighbors asked them to turn down the music, but they didn’t. The old man tried to reason with them, but they locked him in his room.
By midnight, the party was out of hand and the kitchen was set on fire. Things were flying around the house. Many of the guests were hurt and running for their lives.
The house was a complete mess as was the yard.
The owners of the house came to access the damage. It was the talk of the neighborhood all weekend. The theme that was running through all the stories was that something was trying to kill them. The door to the grandfather’s room was splintered from the outside. All the metal handles and doorknobs were bent beyond recognition. All the doors and cupboard doors were barely hanging on their hinges. Windows were broken and food was thrown on the walls and the floor. Some knives were sticking out of the wall.
Was it the six entities I saw hovering over my hedge?
Did the music invite these entities or was it something else?
This is one of those experiences that doesn’t seem to have an explanation. None of the party participants shared what they were doing — if it was something to do with the paranormal. I know nothing about the band or the caterers. Nor the neighbors for that matter.
The grandfather is living with his son. The grandson was hospitalized with injuries from all the flying debris.
Even years later, this is a story shared in hushed tones. And, no one wants to believe it had anything to do with the paranormal . . . but I know better . . . even though the neighbors behind me don’t want to know.
The house behind me is still empty . . . or is it?
I haven’t seen the hooded figures . . . maybe they moved on with the band, the caterers or maybe the grandson . . . They could be in the house, but haven’t come outside beyond my fense and hedge. I do keep my distance . . . except when I walk around the block . . . but I’ve found I do walk swiftly by it . . . I keep my head down and look straight ahead. It does give off a negative vib . . .
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While writing a post on my website, ChristmasGoRound.com, I started thinking about things . . . things that mysteriously move around the house . . .
The website mentioned is my Christmas website, obviously. I was discussing how older children can get in on the fun of moving the Elf on the Shelf for younger siblings . . . but if you’re not aware others are moving the Elf around . . . it could be a bit freaky.
Of course, I got thinking about Chucky . . . that sweet scary doll . . . or a clown . . . many people get creeped out by them . . .
But, it could be anything out of place that may startle us.
I’ve heard people say they like to be scared . . . but deep down I don’t believe there are many who do . . . but, of course, I could be wrong . . .
Yes, I live in a haunted house . . . yes, I get creeped out from time to time . . . all right, I’ve been scared . . .
I’ve also gone “ghost hunting” and ran out of a place screaming . . . Laughing at myself later is the fun part.
We’ve all played pranks on others from time to time.
I remember cleaning up candle wax, rolling it into a ball . . . I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I tossed it into the air so it would stick to the ceiling.
I left it there wondering how long it would take for someone to notice it.
I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I pointed it out.
“Hey look up there!” I began innocently. “I noticed just a small bit a few days ago . . . now look at it.”
This got the ball rolling. No one could take their eyes off of it.
So, little by little I added to it. Sometimes tossing another piece up and other times getting a ladder and molding another piece of wax to it.
It was fun to watch my friends walk in and immediately look up to the ceiling.
Eventually, that glob of wax fell down from the ceiling . . .
I threw it out . . . the prank was over . . . or was it?
The absence of that glob brought on quite a stir among my friends. They knew it was somewhere in the house. Not seeing it was creepier than seeing it.
Thinking about it . . . it is so true . . . in movies the music in the background is heightening your anticipation of seeing something . . . or having something jump out . . . hearing footsteps . . . the rattling of doors . . . that cold draft . . . all those things are much scarier . . . ah, maybe not . . . ghosts can be scary . . .
It’s that anticipation . . .
I remember my friends moving the furniture. Looking under the coffee table . . . they even walked around carefully . . . they didn’t want to step on that glob or even bits of the glob . . .
I never told anyone, until now about my prank . . . it eventually died out . . . but brought up from time to time . . . I do wonder if they think about it . . .
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What is it that you could do that would bring on that creepy feeling . . . I had thought about adding these ghouls to flat surfaces . . . first one over here . . . then one over there . . . just in odd areas around the house . . . then having another join one of the others . . .
I wasn’t thinking of doing anything uniform or predictable . . . maybe have a group together . . . It would be great to have one and make it in different poses . . . that would be creepy . . .
You could do that with plastic skeletons . . . that would be fun . . .
Or add a hat . . . a jacket or scarf . . . give him something to hold, perhaps an acorn or a button . . . even a paper clip . . .
This is just a way of adding something fun to your living space . . . maybe, if your house is haunted . . . you’ll find the ghosts want to get in on the fun, too. Or other family members . . . you never know . . .
I like keeping the Halloween spirit alive throughout the year . . . That’s the season when most people think about ghosts, ghouls, goblins . . . but throughout the year we do tell ghost stories . . . maybe these guys from Ravensblight.com could be added to your spring and summer decor.
Ray O’Bannon has a large display of these . . . creepy . . . monsters
I like to add them to his various haunted houses.
These guys could be added to cupcakes . . . cards . . . inside the coffins . . . you could even use them as bookmarks. They would be fun in mini-albums and scrapbook pages . . . You could even add them to your hostess gifts . . . you always want to share with your friends and family . . .
Let me leave you with another image . . . This one is fun . . .
It does bring some character to the old homestead doesn’t it? They’re all gathered to greet you. How lovely.
Now, wouldn’t it be nice to have them peeking out the windows . . . you’ll have to decide this as you’re constructing this old house . . .
Just click the image if you’d like the make this ‘ghost house.” I’m especially fond of it because of the hidden secret chamber . . .
This is a great house to begin your paper craft collection of haunted places . . . It is absolutely perfect as a centerpiece for your next ghost story telling gathering . . .
Maybe you and your friends could make these one evening while telling stories . . . you could combine a craft and ghost telling night . . . Someone may prefer to build a ghost ship . . . that would be fun, too. A lot of people are into the pirate theme . . .
I think you have some things to do . . . Thank you for stopping by . . .