Ghost Stories-page 1

SOMETHING PURE EVIL.
A TRUE STORY BY DENNIS A. FLETCHER.

As a man, I look back through the years, 21 years to be precise, to a time when I was a young man of only 19 years of age. It was at this tender age that something happened that opened my eyes to the powers of the dark side.

This is a story that I do not often tell. Simply because a story such as this is not excepted by society in general. But as God is my witness, every word is true. The year was 1982. And I was deeply in love with a beautiful 16 year old girl from the mountains of Western North Carolina. I was on top of the world. Her parents welcomed me into their home with open arms. It was very easy for me to return all the respect, love, and affection they so willingly poured on me.

My sleeping quarters was the couch in the living room. The bedroom at the end of the long hallway was off limits.

We were young and in love. There was nothing that could keep us from each others’ embrace. We would meet in the darkness to make passionate love and to talk of the future.

It was a cold November night when I made my way through the darkness down the long hall from her bedroom to the couch that had become my bed. The living room was glowing red from the fire in the pot-belly stove. The only sound in the room was the popping of wood and the roar of the fire. I kicked the covers from around me. The room had become almost unbearably hot. Sweat covered my body and sleep was impossible. I longed for sleep, but it was only a bitter-sweet thought in my mind. I looked down the hall that lead to my lovers bedroom and hoped she was getting some shut-eye; maybe one of us was.

The hall was pitch black. Did I see something? I strained my eyes. It seemed to be moving. Then it started to materialize: a figure of a human that was blacker than the darkness in the hall. The head of the figure reached the ceiling and slightly bent forward as if the ceiling were too low for the figure to stand erect. I lay on the couch with my mind not comprehending what my eyes were seeing. I tried to speak, but no words would come. Finally, "Bill!", my girlfriend’s father's name, came out of my mouth in no more than a whisper. I tried again, but the volume got no higher. It was as if the wood stove was now producing cold air instead of heat. From the glow of the stove, I could see my breath.

The figure was now slowly moving forward in a gliding motion. I tried to move, but my body refused to obey. The only movement I could manage was an involuntary tremble. As the silhouette moved into the living room, it moved around the walls with it's head turned toward me. The last thing I wanted was to look at this giant figure, but something made me turn my head and watch as this thing glided around the room. It moved behind the stove and through the stove pipe as if it nothing were there. I watched as the silhouette moved closer and closer to the couch where I lay. My mind screamed for me get up and run into the parent’s bedroom and wake them up so maybe this thing would go away. But my body was stiff as if rigormortis had sat in. This black silhouette of a figure was now beside the couch. I looked up to the ceiling. There was nothing but blackness.

As I lay there looking up at this thing, a feeling of pure evil came over me. My mind went numb, and tears begin forming in the corners of my eyes. Then, as if miles away, I heard laughter. Evil laughter. Laughter not of this world. Laughter of not one, but many. As the laughter grew closer, it begin to sound as if many people were gathered in a room engaged in some sort of party, with many conversations going on at the same time. A low roar. I then heard the laughter again and a high pitched woman’s voice say, "We scared him to death."

In my mind I began to pray. I knew that whatever power this was, it came straight from the pits of hell. I opened my mouth and "God help me!" came out. With that said, this evil apparition began to fade until it completely disappeared from my sight. The coldness in the room was replaced with extreme heat radiating from the stove.

I'm not asking the reader to believe what I have told, because, regardless if you believe it or not, the fact remains that it did indeed happen. The house it happened in still stands, and the same people still live in it to this day.

Strange things happened at this home after I witnessed this apparition, but I have yet to see something like that again, and I really don't care to, because it was pure evil.

THE END.

This was a true story passed down to me from my mother.She said it was about 18 years ago,when her and my dad had only been together for about a year and a half to two years.They were sleeping in my grandparents(my dads parents)old house,in the basement on an extra bed for guests.my mother was sound asleep when she had a feeling someone was watching her.At first,before opening her eyes,she was kinda scared,but then she felt relaxed and calm,as though it was a good and nice ghost.She opened her eyes and saw a woman standing over her.The woman was just looking at her as if she was trying to figure out who she was.My mom shook my dad to wake him up,but as soon as she did,the woman disappeared.

My Grandparents had always said that there was a woman ghost in the house,but that she was a nice ghost and watched over them.So was my mom dreaming?Did she just imagine this?I highly doubt it,she said she woke from a deep sleep.I guess i'll just have to believe her....for now.

Strange Happenings at Grandma's House

Ever since I was a little kid, my Dad, uncles, aunts, and Grandma would tell me stories of weird things happening at my Grandma's house. They said the old woman who lived there before them haunted the house. My Grandpa never told me any stories. He said they were just joking around with me. I never believed the stories. I thought they were just trying to scare me. They did scare me though and I had trouble spending the night at the house. My Dad told me when he was little his door would lock at night even though the door didn't have a lock. It just wouldn't budge and then suddlenly it would just open. He also said he would hear someone walk in the upstaurs hallway, walk into the bathroom and turn on the sink. His bedroom door had little windows in it and he said he never saw anyone walking in the hallway. My Aunt told me she heard someone walk into the bathroom and turn on the bathtub. She thought it was a family member, but after hours had passed and nobody left the bathroom, she thought it was strange. So she opened the bathroom door and nobody was in there. Also the bathtub had no water in it. She also told me one time when she was lying in bed one night someone walked into her room and sat on the bed. she said she saw nobody there. She screamed and everybody rushed into her room. My Grandpa told her she was probably just dreaming. She swears she wasn't. My Grandma told she swears one time she saw an old woman sitting in my Grandma's chair in her bedroom. Everyone, except my Grandpa, say they've heard someone walking in the upstairs hallway even though everyone swears they were in bed. They've also said they have seen the rocking chair in the dining room rock by itself. My Uncle told me he has seen lights turn off and on by themselves. My Grandma told me the ghost woman doesn't like too many guests because one time my Grandma's sister and her husband came to stay the night and the next morning she found the curtain rod bent in half in the sink. My Grandpa told her their pet canary did it. My Grandma told him there was no way a little bird could bend a curtain rod in half. I never believed any of these stories until recently. I was spending the night and I was laying on the couch. I was about to fall asleep when I heard footsteps pacing back and forth from the living room to the dining room. When I looked up nobody was there! I was terrified. Another time I was spending the night, I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked and in the middle of the living room was like a piece of a robe but it was see-through! I was scared and I closed my eyes. I was too scared to look up and see the rest of it. I only caught a piece of it. It looked like the edge of a robe. I didn't want to move my eyes to see the whole thing. when I opened my eyes again, it was gone. Another time in the middle of the day when my grandparents had gone shooping and left me alone I was watching tv in the living room. I heard a crash upstairs and then footsteps clear as a bell. I went upstairs to find the source of the crash but couldn't find one. I also don't know who made the footsteps. I was relieved when they came back home. Recently, my Grandpa who never believed anything about ghosts told my Grandma a weird story. My grnadparents sleep in separate bedrooms. Don't ask me why. Anyway my Grandpa said he saw an old woman walk into his bedroom in the morning. He asked my Grandma if she had been in his room but she said she hadn't. It feaked him out. He won't talk about it now. These stories are true and thanks for reading them.