Thread: Halloween Ghost Stories

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Share your best ghost stories here!

I'm having a spooky story competition at my party, and I also like to read/listen to ghost stories in the weeks leading up to Hallowe'en, so I thought we could create a thread for our most spine-tingling tales!

Here's one to start:

http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?...1&feature=fvwp

Okay...this is a true story...I don't know if I can tell it perfectly well, but you're welcome to modify it:

There's this story in my hometown about a 'witch' who used to live in an adjacent town back in the 19th century. She isn't really a witch, just a ghost, but legend has made her one.

This woman, Sarah, was married to a farmer. She had an affair with another farmer nearby. They would sneak out in the middle of the night to do their thing, and one night, her husband followed her with a pitchfork/shovel/some sort of farm tool. He found them engaged in their activity, and immediately murdered her, despite her pleas and screams for forgiveness. Then, the husband and the lover basically fought hand-to-hand (and with those farm tools!) to the death...

She is buried in an old cemetery in that town...out in the country...her gravestone has been broken in half...people leave candles/flowers for her at her grave, and many a ghost hunter and teenager have visited the site.

Word has it that you can see her walking on the side of the road while driving down to the cemetery...right before this curve in the road. Here's a link to someone's video (can't say it's real or not, but it gives you the idea)...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vd8G6TWT73g

Or, if you go to a park/trail nearby, you can hear her screaming/crying, two men fighting/arguing, or the clanking of metal (presumably shovels/whatever) from the fight. Supposedly, where this park/trail is now, is where the farmland used to be where they were caught and where they fought.

So, one night, my roommate and I were talking about this ghost story. She had done a school project on it back in high school and had been to the grave and park a few times before and had her own freaky experiences. We decided to go that night too, and took along three guy friends.

We drove out there and visited the grave. We brought a candle, and talked to Sarah. My roommate told Sarah that she had wanted to bring some flowers, but all she had was a candle, that her favorite color was purple, and that men can be such jerks sometimes, right?

Anyway, after that, we drove to the park and began walking along the trail. It was a hot July night, and all was well. The boys were mocking the whole idea, no one was nervous or scared...

Until...my roommate, who was a few feet ahead of us stopped dead in her tracks, held her flashlight up in front of her and said, "Guys....I can see my breath...."

Sure enough, she breathed out and it looked like the middle of winter....fog. Of course, we freaked and decided to run past the cold spot (my ears and tip of my nose froze....in JULY). We made it through and slowed down a bit, but then it caught up with us, this cold spot, so again we sped up. It would periodically come back, but we weren't freaked out enough to turn back.

We got lost. None of our cell phones worked, and we had no idea where we were at 1 AM on this trail. We kept hearing little noises, seeing shadows, feeling cold spots (but of course, some of this comes along with being in a forest). Finally, one of the guys was able to get us back on the right track to get back to our car. Again, all was well. We had even forgotten all about the legend....until...

Clank. Clank. Clank.

In one swift move, we all huddled together, one on top of the other, with the tallest guy hovering over us all, because we'd all heard it, at the exact same time...

Clank. Clank. Clank.

To the left of us, in the middle of brush and trees and dead leaves, about 25 feet away, there was a very loud, very distinct metal clanking sound. It wasn't a steady mechanical sound....no, it was clank. clank clank. clank. pause. clank. clank. pause. clank clank. Nothing else. No rustling of leaves from walking feet or from an animal....nothing. Nothing but metal hitting against metal.

Time was frozen. Our eyes were wide. Our breath was bated.

The sound moved slowly from the left toward the center of the trail and starting coming down the trail toward us. Naturally, we couldn't keep our eyes off of it. We all expected to see two men fighting. But as soon as it came within ten feet in front of us, the sound stopped. And then it was moving out toward the right, through the trees, and out into an open field....where it went on for about anther minute (or was it two? Felt like forever....), and then stopped completely.

Yes. We stood there in complete disbelief for a few minutes, huddled together, and then continued on as quickly as possible without a word, back to the car.

We decided to back track and check out the grave site one more time, and as we walked up, our candle was still lit, but now, lying next to it, was a small PURPLE FLOWER. My roommate appreciated the gift.

I remember I loved these Scary Stories when I was younger. Last year I found it at Walden books and I had to get it.

Here's the photo of the cover. Does anyone else remember it?
http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/...500_AA300_.jpg