The Hall

Everyday after school I would go to my grandma's house and do the same thing, eat and watch TV. There was a hall in her house I NEVER did like. It scared me to go down the hall unless someone older was with me. The hall is right beside the TV I always watched. So one day after school I did the usual..eat and watch TV. When all of the sudden I heard someone call my name like it had been trying to get my attention but couldn't it said it extremely loud and i turned to where it was coming from...the hall I didn't like. And there was a shadow on the wall I could tell that the face turned and looked at me then took a step and disappeared. That was enough I ran out of the house and didn't come back for a while. And one time on another occasion I was watching TV and you know how the sun comes through a window and makes that glare on the TV that gets REALLY annoying? Well the sun was doing that to the TV and I felt someone walk into the room behind me and I was so caught up in the show i didn't really bother to turn around i just though, oh good my grandma is home. But then I saw a shadow of a head go across the TV screen i was able to see it because of the glare on the TV from the sun and I turned around realizing that it wasn't my grandma's shadow, and saw that there was no one there i ran through the house and she hadn't even got home yet. Everytime I go there i feel a presence. One time it even chased me through the house. I know whoever it is, is trying to get my attention maybe she wants me to do something for her. As of right now...I am trying to find that out.

Lotty's Grave There is this cemetery in upper north east Nebraska and in that grave is a lady who is known as lotto she was be headed by a rapist in the 30s there has been allot of stores about this grave site one is there was a couple there that was necking when they heard a noise the boy got out to look around and something attacked him while his girlfriend watched whatever it was it ripped the flesh off of him killing him the girl was found the next day in the car all locked up there where deep scratch marks all over the car the police could not get to much out of her but it was a ghost the girl went insane well I was not a believer of such stores tell I went to the grave late one night with four of my friends i will never forget that night we were joking around asking lotty to rise none of us expected what was to happen all of a sudden the lights of the car went off then came back on i first thought it was my friend trying to scare me i was looking at his hands when the lights went off again he did not turn them off they went off by themselves then we heard the most awful scream the lights came back on at that time we started the car and got out of there the next day i went over to my friends there he showed me long scratches in the back fender of his car like some one finger marks as to this day i will never go back to that grave site i was made a believer that night. THE HORRORS OF WAR This is more of a horror story than a ghost story.When cousin David was drafted to serve in the Vietnam war,he was the picture of health,both mentally and physically,but when he came home he had deteriorated to nothing more than a alcholic,drug addicted,shell of a man. His honor bound duty to serve his country in time of war was cut short due to the loss of his left leg.He lived his life thereafter inside a neverending fog of booze,needles,and pills,but oddly enough,the only time I can remember seeing David sober after his return home from hell,was the day he told me the story of how he lost his leg. His platoon was stationed along a ridge about a mile away from the front as a backup unit in case the enemy started to advance,and after the third day there that's exactly what happened. In the days before the advancement,the soldiers spent their time digging out and constructing bunkers along the ridge for protection. In the early morning hours of the fourth day the horrors of war began,and by dusk,both sides had sustained great loss of life.The ridge became war torn,it was obvious there would be no winner in this battle,so the enemy forces began to retreat...except for one. The bunker my cousin was assigned to seemed to be the only one left intact with only he and another soldier named Smitty inside.Everyone liked Smitty,because he was an older father type figure to the men in the outfit,and always called you "kid". Visibility was low due to all the dust and debris from the bombs and bullets that were flying around. Suddenly about twenty yards in front of the bunker an enemy soldier emerged from the clouded battlefield and was charging dead ahead on a suicide mission. As he got closer David was shocked to notice this"soldier"could not have been more than twelve or thirteen years old,and was carrying a grenade in his right hand. David raised his rifle and began to fire as the child advanced.When he got within about five feet of the bunker a bullet pierced the kids throat stopping him cold.He fell to his knees,and with a gruesome, unforgettable grin on his face,lobbed the grenade onto the bunker before he fell to the ground dead. Both David and Smitty scrambled to get out,but it was too late,the bunker erupted in a deadly blast pinning David to the dirt floor,where he lay unconcious.Night had already fallen when he came too,it was pitch dark inside what was left of the bunker. He tried to get up but couldn't. "You O.K. kid"? he could hear Smitty ask from somewhere in the darkness. "No, I'm pinned down,I cant move,and my leg feels like it's on fire". "I'm pretty messed up too,but don't worry kid,you're gonna make it,help"ll be here soon". They both talked in low murmurs throughout most of the pitch dark night trying to comfort each other until David passed out again from the pain. David awoke in the early morning hours to the sound of American voices searching for survivors,Smitty was right,help had indeed arrived. It took what little strength he had left,but David began to scream for help.The soldiers started to pull him from the rubble.As they did this,David looked over to see what kind of condition his pal Smitty was in.What he saw sent him into a raving fit.There,among the debris not two feet away from where he had lain pinned down all night long was Smitty's headless body,the grenade the kid threw into the bunker had blow his head completely off.To this day,I believe i'm the only person David ever told this story to,he died of a drug overdose not long after. David's cousin John House in Poplar Bluff I recently had an experience with a ghost. I was living in Missouri, Poplar Bluff to be exact.It was a large two story house and my sister in law and brother inlaw's families shared the home with my husband and myself. The land lord there had told us that the place was haunted and we did not believe him because of course lets face it what kind of adults believe in ghosts?Any ways, the first night we were there, my sister in law came into my bedroom and asked me if I had called for her. Knowing that I had not I told her that maybe it had been one of the kids.We asked the children and none of them said that they had called for her.They were intently watching cartoons in the downstairs living room.We both shrugged and passed it off as an overactive imagination. Later that night I was lying in bed trying to go to sleep when the room became extremely cold. It was the middle of June and this struck me as odd. I went to my sister in law's room and asked her if she felt like her room had become increasingly colder. It indeed had, and we both stayed up late that night until our husbands came home.When everyone was there we decided that it was just a strange weather pattern and everyone went to their own rooms to go to bed. Around two o'clock in the morning my sister in law came in again and asked me if I had called her.I had not and I woke my husband up.We all piled into her room and sat very still and very quiet. Suddenly we all heard a voice that sounded very far off calling my sister in law.Soon after we all moved and have never been back. Ghost Stories Page 21 BACK TO