6 Spooky Stories to get you ready for Halloween
To get us all into the proper Halloween spirit I thought I'd share some short scary stories with you that I've read recently. I've always been interested in all things 'spooky' and I've had a few paranormal experiences of my own over the years, so I consider myself to be pretty open minded towards the whole idea of 'ghosts' and life after death. By no means am I hardcore with this kind of stuff - I can't watch scary films on my own and reading through these stories whilst home alone at 8pm at night has definitely given me the serious creeps.
If your in the mood for something spooky though, have a read of these and leave a comment if you've ever had any weird paranormal experiences - I'd love to hear them, maybe one day I will share my own! Jess x
My grandfather told me this story about how one time he was sitting in a chair in front of the house, when he heard his wife repeatedly calling him from inside the house. The thing is, my grandmother passed away a few years before that. But he told me that the voice was so pressing that he actually got up to look inside the house. As soon as he got inside he heard a loud crash behind him and turned around to see that the chair he has been sitting in moments ago had been crushed by the cast iron gutter that fell on it. If he hadn’t come inside the house he would have probably been seriously injured. I don’t know if it’s paranormal or not, but every time I think about it it sends chills down my spine.
My house was built in 1904. It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block foundation. I have been living here for about 12 years. Of all the weird things that my siblings and me have seen or heard in this house this one event is my favourite. This happened to my brother. About ten years ago my brother and his best friends had started a garage band playing mostly “Spanish rock,” alternative music but in Spanish. His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. They would practice into the early evening, and they would usually call it quits by 8 pm. This was the time I usually showed up and went to bed, cause I worked the graveyard shift.
This happened in late fall, so the days were getting shorter, they had just finished a long session when the decision to head to someone else house came about. My brother handed his car keys to his buddy so they could load up the equipment. Everyone had filed out of the basement, but the tricky part was that they needed to walk all the way to the back of the basement, up the back stairs, through the kitchen doorway, down the hall into the living room and out into the front porch.
Everyone was outside sitting in my brother’s truck waiting for him. My brother was walking up the back stairs when he remembered that he had left his pancakes in a to go container sitting on a speaker in the basement. He made the decision to go back. So after my brother walks back, he is about to retrieve his food container, when out of the corner of his eye he sees it.
He sees a shadowy figure, right at his peripheral vision, this feeling of dread and uneasiness washed over my brother. We had been taught that if you are in the presence of a spirit or ghost and you felt a bad vibe, to say quick prayer or to cuss at it. My brother chose the latter, he basically just told it “hey fuck you, I don’t have time for this shit”.
My brother started to walk to the back of the basement and briskly up the stairs, closing doors and turning off lights as he was walking out. The last light switch is on the opposite side of the front door...luckily the door was open and the light from the street lamp was flooding the living room with its amber light. My brother said he felt something at his back, but at no point did he turn around. As he flicked the last switch the living room went dark, as did rest of the house. As he stepped out he pulled on the door closing it behind him, still holding his food container in one hand he jogged down the few porch steps. He walked towards the front gate. As he closed the gap between himself and his friend-laden truck he kind of smiled and thought things over in his head, mad at himself for spooking out when there was no reason.
He climbed into the drivers side of the truck, putting on his seat belt and getting ready to pull out of the parking spot directly in front of the house, when one of his friends asked “ Hey wait what about your brother, isn’t he coming with us?” My brother answered, “What do you mean? He went to work early tonight, he's already gone, do you see his car anywhere?”
The next question they asked “So then who was walking behind you when you were leaving the house? “
So when I was a kid, I would race up to the top of the stairs as fast as I could, like it was some sort of silly game. Well, I must have been five or six at the time. I'm not sure, but I know I was very little. Somewhere along the way, a voice at the top of the stairs started to whisper to me. It would make bets with me, such as... "I bet you a penny you can't make it to the top of the stairs." I don't really think there was a certain amount of time or anything. As I said, I was very little so I probably didn't have any counting abilities anyway. Ha. I recall just sitting at the top of the stairs, having conversations with this voice, about the betting, of course.
Eventually the voice (it was like a whisper of a man's voice, not my own voice in my head) started to bet me my life. Instead of pennies, it'd say "I bet you your life you can't make it up the stairs blah blah."
As I got older it stopped. I never really thought about it at all. I never mentioned it to anyone... UNTIL one night I was sleeping over at my brother's place (I was about eighteen, he was twenty-two) and we were talking about "spooky" stories. Out of nowhere I brought up the "voice at the top of the stairs" and my brother got all quiet and weird. Before I even mentioned the betting aspect, he said "Did it make bets with you?"
We both looked at each other, horrified. It certainly was freaky after the fact. *shudder*
A lot of bad shit went down in my family at that period of time in my life, and my mother, a heavily religious lady, said there was a lot of "evil" in our lives at that time.
My dog has a nasty habit of scratching the door in the middle of the night. One evening she wouldn't stop scratching the door for any reason. After calling her five times, I threw a pillow towards the door to make her stop. That's when she barked ... from right beside me. She'd been next to me the whole time.
"There was a time when I was 13 and playing video games with my nephew. It was just the two of us. I thought I saw someone out of the corner of my eye in the house, but I didn't say anything. A few minutes later, my nephew asked me if grandma was home, but I told him no. Then he asked who the woman who had walked by in the hallway was.
I jumped up, and the light in the kitchen burned out. Our dog started barking and growling and kept staring under the table.
Years later, my nephew and I were travelling and encountered an even scarier situation. We were sharing a room, and at night, I heard moaning. I thought it was my nephew having a nightmare, so I woke him up. He said he thought that moaning was coming from me. I went back to sleep, but I remember feeling a cold hand on my foot at one point in the night.
"In the early hours of January 7, I was at my boyfriend's house and kept waking up randomly. Then, at 3 a.m. or so, I woke up again feeling very afraid. I thought I might go smoke a cigarette in the living room, but when I looked toward the door, I felt like someone was there, watching me. The presence got stronger and stronger. I cozied up to my boyfriend and, after awhile, I fell asleep. In the morning, I woke up to the news that my grandfather had died in the night, at 3 a.m."