Tell your ghost stories here!
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Thread Topic: Tell your ghost stories here!
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Sorry about that. Well your ghost stories can be fake or real. A family member could've told you.
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You copied my f---ing thread! f--- you! And anyways, me no have ghost stories to..
Holy f---! I realized what you meant, ok here's a story. -
There's a difference between a ghost you saw and a ghost story from a book or something, I didn't realize that at the time, so sorry for f---ing you.
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The shortest ghost story ever told
He woke up frightened and reached for the matches, and the matches were put in to his hand -
That is short.
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At first, I thought she copied your thread too! Thanks for pointing that out!
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Yeah I know, but hey, I said sorry for telling her to f--- off, and Biance, that was the shortest ghost story ever told, so what did you expect?
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Ok, another ghost story, I wrote this one, it's called: 'The ghost in the garden'
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Emily and Christopher went to their uncle's house to stay for the weekend, their parents had gone on holiday to France.
They got to the door, the house was big and dark, it was once bright white, but it was so old and hadn't been taken care of, so it was grey and dirty and had a strange feeling to it that Emily didn't like.
Christopher put his bag on the floor and knocked gently on the door.
No answer.
He knocked again, but a little harder this time.
Still no answer.
He knocked quite hard that his uncle yelled in his scrawny voice: 'OK! OK! I'm coming, just wait for god's sake!'
And that's what they did, it was a long time, but finally their uncle came, he looked weirder than before, he was tall and bulky, he had black hair that almost shined considering he was in such an old and filthy house, he had a scar on his forehead, it wasn't very big, but whenever he wasn't around, Christopher would call him Frankenstein, but looking in to his deep dark eyes made Christopher feel like he knew all his secrets in a way that sent a shiver down his spine, but the stranger thing was, uncle Desmond was actually very kind, he was grumpy, but he wouldn't hurt a soul. -
CONTINUATION
'Um, hello uncle' said Christopher quietly, Emily said nothing.
'Hello, lad, nice to see you both, come in now you scangy mongrels' said uncle Desmond.
They both walked in silently.
They were in the hall, it was filled with antique brown tables, they walked further down in to the living room, it was a nice apple green color, but all the furniture looked antique and a dark oak brown color, there was also an ebony piano in a corner, Emily rushed over to it and sat down, she rubbed her fingers over the keys and listened to the lovely sounds each one made, and then after looking excitedly at it for a while, she said: 'I love this piano! May I play it whenever I like?'
Uncle Desmond came in carrying their bags, he set them on the floor and said: 'Sure, but not too much, I can't stand that racket for long, but an equivelant of an hour is fine with me'
'Oh thank you so very much, uncle!' cried Emily with joy.
'No problem' and uncle Desmond dissapeard back in to the hall, they both followed hima and found him walking up the stairs.
With each step they took, there was a creaking sound, until they got to the top, there were four bedrooms and one bathroom, uncle Desmond went to the two bedrooms on the left wall, and put Emily's wall in one room, and Christopher's bag in the other.
'There you go, now settle down, you need anything then I'll be in the living room' he said quietly and went downstairs. -
Emily looked at her room, it was an apple green like the living room, it had a queen sized rose pink bed, and an oak brown wardrobe with a chest of drawers to match, the window was small and single, next to it was a dresser that's color matched the wardrobe and drawers, and the rest of the room was bare.
'I guess it looks quite alright' she said to herself.
Meanwhile, while Emily was unpacking, Christopher looked around his room, it's walls were red, and there was gold stencilling at the very top and around the light hanging on the ceiling, the bed was single and was an oak color, the window was very big, and had a seat by it, probably for reading, because it had an oak colored table next to it, the chest of drawers was connected to the wardrobe, so it all seemed one, and that was it, except for the rug on the floor which was circles of beige and blue.
'Pretty good' he thought to himself. He was about to unpack, when he noticed something on the wall, he looked closer, and it seemed that it was a tear in the red wall paper, he walked over to it, it seemed it was covering something, Christopher tore open the wall paper a bit more, and saw that there was something there, it was a faded red line, he tore the wall paper a bit more, and it revealed the letter D .
Before he would tear anymore, he decided to go talk with his uncle to see what it is exactly, or else he'd get mad at him for tearing some of the wall paper. -
He went downstairs to the living room, where his uncle said he's be, and saw him standing by the ebony piano, he was looking at a picture frame, showing a light brown haired woman with two children, a boy with black hair like uncle Desmond smiling with a lollipop in his hand, and a girl in her late teens with light brown hair and blue eyes like her mother, they were all smiling, and Chistopher was surprised to see that uncle Desmond was crying.
'Um...' Chistopher began.
His uncle quickly turned to him with wide eyes and an angry expression and barked: 'WHAT? What do you want?'
'Um...' he began.
'Speak, boy!' he barked.
'Well, I think you should come see for yourself'
He went upstairs, his uncle put the frame down and went upstairs following Christopher to his room.
He stood at the doorway looking around, while Christopher was standing on the beige and blue rug in the centre of the room.
'What is it, boy?'
'Well, there's a tear here, and I sort of got curious and tore a bit more to see what it is, and I saw that letter and wondered what it was...'
Uncle Desmond widened his eyes in disgust and said: 'What the hell...? H-h-how did you find that? What were you thinking boy?'
'...I, I, I don't know...'
Uncle Desmond walked over to the letter.
'D' he said. 'D, D... D...!' he kept saying.
'What? What is it?'
'DIE!!!!!!' Uncle Desmond roared and kicked the chair that was next to the window, he kicked the table next to it too and banged on the window, while saying over and over: 'Die! Die!'
Christopher didn't understand what he was reffering to, but before he could say anymore, uncle Desmond stomped out still shouting the word 'Die!'
'What was all that about?' Christopher asked himself.
A few moments later, Emily came in and asked him: 'What's going on?'
Christopher told her what happened. -
'Oh my...' she said, sounding shocked after what Christopher had told her. 'What do you think he meant?'
'I've no idea, he was acting weird all of a sudden, he may be scrangy and grumpy, but he's not mean, and I rarely see him shout'
'Me too' she said, and a few moments later, she said: 'Why don't we see the rest of the wall paper?'
'Sure' said Christopher and they both tore up part of the wall paper.
Then... slowly... the word came up in front of them, the three lettered word written in gloopy looking handwriting in red, maybe it was written in blood.
... Die
'Die' Emily Whispered.
'Die' Christopher whispered after her.
'Who wrote this?' Christopher asked.
'My son did' said a scrangy voice in the door way.
They both looked behind them and saw uncle Desmond standing there with both his hands on the door way.
'You mean cousin Harry?' Christopher asked shakily, 'The one who died 4 years before I was born?'
'That's right' said uncle Desmond, 'Your uncle Desmond did have a wife and kids you know'
'So...?' said Emily, you were probably thinking something similair.
'They're all dead' said uncle Desmond.
'Oh...' said Christopher.
'it's ok, don't be sorry, your aunt Wendy, my wife, died from lung cancer when your cousin Harry was only four and your cousin Marie had just turned fourteen'
'And then what happened to them?' Emily asked, 'Did you send them away?'
'Well, Harry died from...' uncle Desmond stopped, a tear ran down his cheek, but before Emily or Christopher could continue, he said: 'Harry jumped out of the window holding three balloons because he wanted to fly, I can't say he's foolish, because he was four at the time, and Marie, well, after her mum and brother went away from her life forever, she...' and then more tears went down his cheeks.
Emily quickly went to Christopher's bed, his bedside table had a box of lavender sented tissues, she took some and gave them to uncle Desmond, whom wiped away his tears.
'Thanks, las' he said finally.
'So what happened?' Christopher asked eagerly.
'She went crazy, she said she was seeing her mother's ghost, she said she saw her little brother playing with his ball in the hallway, I didn't believe her, I took her to see a therapist, but it didn't work, she was just, out of her mind...' -
'So what did you do?' Christopher asked.
'Nothing' he said, 'What else could be done? If she was seeing things, or at least, she claimed she was, I just had to sit back and think that she'd get over it, but she didn't'
'And then what...?' Emily asked, she seemed far away, in her own thoughts.
'And then, she, she, started doing even stranger things, one night, she got candles from the kitchen, put them all around her bed, at that time this wallpaper wasn't here, the walls were a soft yellow color, she stood by the walls dancing around like crazy, and then, she got a knife from the kitchen, I saw her and asked her what she would do with it, she didn't anwer me, she just walked up the stairs, I shouted at her to give me the knife before she cut herself, but when I said that, she stopped at the top of the stairs, she turned to look at me, and said: 'That's what I want to do, I want to cut '
'I couldn't believe it, I looked in to her eyes, they were once a beautiful blue, but now, they seemed so far away, in another world, they seemed so... so... empty ...'
She continued walking up the stairs, I followed her and asked her to please get a hold of herself and stop this nonsense, but she wouldn't, she got to her room, and left the door open for me, when I came in, I saw her standing by the wall, looking at it, the knife in her hand, she made a cut in her elbow, I quickly aproached her and tried to get it off her, but she wouldn't let go, it flew out of her and my hands, and flew on to the rug, and left that mark'
He pointed at the rug and both Emily and Christopher saw it, a red splodge on the right part of the carpet.
'I hadn't noticed that' said Christopher.
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