An art teacher told this story. The art teacher and two friends were going to the one friends house, for a house warming party. The house was beautiful and he got it at a good price. The art teacher and homeowner were drinking beer inside the house and talking, while the friend was looking out the patio doors. The friend suddenly came to them and said he had to leave, set his beer down. When they asked what was wrong he said he just had to leave. They didn't think anything about it and enjoyed the rest of the party. Later when they saw him again they asked him what happened. He said that he was standing at the patio doors when saw a transparent woman walk across the lawn to the middle of the back yard, and go straight into the ground. Thats when the homeowners said that the tombstones, way at the back of his property were once in the backyard. He said he couldn't get anyone to come over his new house with tombstones in his back yard. When the art teacher told us this story he was pulling our potery out of the kiln, and they were glowing red hot. He pulled mine and told us this was the one he looked at in the kiln when he told the story. My potery was a demon skull candle holder. And of course everyone stared at me! They all knew who made it.haha
"Every night will be another evil scene, like a horror dream, a want, I command you to sceam. Halloween you are my pride. Halloween not just a dream."
Cool story Blakkheart! I love creepy little stories like that. I grew up with stories just like that one. During the winter it was pretty frequent for the lights to go out, or sometimes we would just turn them off lol, and my Mom would pull out the candles and tell all of us kids spooky stories. []
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