Subj: Story by Deanna In 1995 I owned a small auction house just outside of Little Rock, Arkansas in the small communtity of Ferndale. To reach Fernadale from Little Rock you travel about 5 miles down Kanis Road. Kanis is a very beautiful drive and for about 3 miles you are on a 2 lane road that winds and is almost covered over by large old trees. This was always my favorite part of the drive from town. You could feel the tension leave your body as you wound through the country side with the sun dappling through the trees and very little traffic comming at you. It was an extremely dark road at night though. I made that trip uneventfully hundreds of times in the 4 years that I lived and worked in Ferndale. One night a car's headlights suddenly appeared, seemingly from nowhere, in my rearview. I thought some kids were playing a dangerous game of comming up behind cars without thier headlights, then turning them on to startle unsuspecting drivers. As I came to the last turn, where the trees ended, the headlights disappeared. I was furious that anyone could be so irresponsible as to turn thier headlights off while on such a dark twisting road. When the same thing happened a week later I decided the youths of the area needed to have thier parents notified about thier dangerous road games. I spoke to Granny (Francis Rushing), an 83 year old woman who had lived in the area for most of her life, about who she thought it might be. Granny informed me that Kanis road was much inproved over what it had been years ago. The road at that time was made so that high water would drain accross it in several places. She went on to tell me that there was a huge old oak tree that was scarred from the cars that would wipe out at that particular high water dip in the road. She told me that alot of young people died at that spot when they crashed while trying to race each other down Kanis Road. Granny went on to say that she herself has seen the phantom headlights and that they always end at the scarred oak tree. The next time I went down Kanis Road durring the day I checked it out and the headlights had disappeared both times right at the oak tree she described! I know this is not the scarriest story you have ever read but I have seen these headlights once since I heard the story from Granny and it is now a road that I avoid at night when at all possible. I have met several down-to-earth people who will tell you matter of factly that the phantom headlights on Kanis Road do exist and that they themselves have seen them.

Date: 99-02-21 21:30:52 EST From: Joanne To: rondaiee@aol.com Ghosts in the Attic My name is Joanne and My story isn't frightening but just a bit unnerving. I'm 14 and this occurrence happened not long ago. My mother was out and I were alone in my house. It was a fairly old house, but not the kind you would expect to have ghosts in. Spiders yes, but not ghosts. Anyway, I live in the converted attic, and had just gone down to have a shower. I realized that I had forgotten my towel and returned to my room only to find that the light had been turned back on. It was a bit odd but I thought that perhaps I had forgotten to turn it off. After my shower I when back upstairs only to find that my door had closed itself. I was sure that I hadn't closed it and I started to worry. Later that night, before my Mother got home, I woke up to the sound of cats tearing out of my room like wild fire. I started to get really scared but soon became so tired that I just about drifted off when I felt wind on my face. I a whispered call of "Hello? Is someone there?"  that made it stop and an erie stillness (scarier than the wind) befell my room. I heard my cats Meow at me from the bottom of the stairs, as though they were calling to me, but didn't come up. I gathered my courage and got up and went downstairs and slept in a chair until my mom came home. (we didn't, and still don't, have a couch) That's my story I hope you enjoyed it.

Subj: a ghost from my past.

While I was eight years old, my sister decided to invite me to her best friends house for an over-night sleep over party. It was an old house and we were all alone for the evening till the grown-ups came home. My sister's friend had this little dirt bike and an open field behind them ready to use. I thought it mean at the time, but they sent me to bed and told me not to get up that it was my bedtime. It was eight o clock in the night and I was mad that I had to go to bed so early. So there I laid listening to them bomb around the back field on their pathetic dirt bike. The room itself was quite cool though as I remember today. It was located in the top of the house-attic. It had an over looking banister that one could look down at the people coming up stairs. So I sat on the bed and ate some potato chips and was shocked that I heard footsteps venturing upstairs. I found it strange that they were back so soon. I never heard their dirt bikes pull up into the yard. I hollered out their names...no reply. I said Come On You Guys stop teasing me...still no reply. So with my heart leaping out of my body I decided to look over the banister. The footsteps suddenly stopped and there was nobody there. Smirking to myself I got off the bed and started off down the stairs. I was calling their names from the downstairs kitchen and was looking into the ajoining living room for them to be hiding when the Basement door flew open and theorgan that was in the living room next to the wall began to play by itself. The girl had an ugly saint bernard named mork. It was howling and clawing at the window when the organ began to play. I started to scream in fright. And that is the last thing that I remember...until my sister shook me so hard....I was curled up in a fetal position on the dining room floor. It still scares me today- True story or a practical joke...played by my sister? she says still today that they were out in the field biking it up.I believe her story-because it was said that the house was indeed haunted by the owners uncle george that was a nasty old man. H died of cardiac arrest and he died beneath the supper table while the family was playing poker in the 1800's He was a strange character who was mean as could be -even to innocent children. The house burnt down to the ground five years later- electrical problems? Yah right. I think it was that evil spirit that was responsible...he hated people when he was alive. Well thats my story believe it or not...I do. But lets just put it this way....sometimes on a cold winters night..you can still hear that ghost playing on an old band saw at two in the morning. That was his favorite thing to do while he was alive still. So the family says...the surviving people whose parents parent recall the mean grumpy gentleman. It will be heard on clear winter nights when the wind is still... you can hear it's eerie sounds rolling from the hills from the property itself....still today even...SPOOKY HUH?

Subj: My Friends ghost story Me and my friend Brian were on my front porch talking and i asked him if he believed in ghosts. He said yes because he had 1 ghostly experience. He said one day he went to go sleep over his friends house one night and he never slept over at this house before. He and his friend went to sleep in the bedroom upstairs. His friend was asleep but Brian had trouble sleeping. The door leading to the bedroom was open, and while brian was awake he heard what sounded like a ball bouncing lightly in the hallway outside the door. He looked to see what it was and he saw a basketball rolling down the hallway and into the bedroom and made a sudden stop near his feet. Then he heard what sounded like paper tearing, he looked up at the wall and saw the Marlyn Manson poster tear in half off the wall by itself. Thats all that he told me. I have to say i believe him because when he told me this, i looked at his face and he had tears running down both sides of his face. He said he will never sleep at that house again.

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