Trick or Treat 2009
Happy October my friends! I’m going to be bringing you true ghost stories all month from all kinds of people, including some of your favorite authors! I started with a video- “This Might Be a True Ghost Story,” and we’ll keep rolling throughout the month!
And to REALLY celebrate the haunting season, we’re going to trick or treat. All you have to do is offer up a trick between now and October 31st, 2009. You only have to do one, but each one you do is an extra entry!
* Comment on this post- say Trick or Treat!
* Post a real ghost story of your own in your blog or in my comments here.
* Review any ghost-themed book in your own blog or in my comments here.
* Link to Trick or Treat 2009 (and leave a comment here, so I know you did it!)
And in exchange for each of your tricks, I will enter your name into a witch’s cauldron (or perhaps a pumpkin bucket,) to win this HUGE treat:
Books in the Treat
*Shadowed Summer, by me!
*Give up the Ghost, by Megan Crewe
*Pemba’s Song, by Marilyn Nelson and Tonya C. Hegamin
*Ruined, by Paula Morris
*The Afterlife, by Gary Soto
* City of the Dead, Bayou Dogs, The Ghost Road, and The Red House by Tony Abbott (The Haunting of Derek Stone)
Music in the Treat
*Josh Woodward’s Only Whispering, Crawford Street, The Simple Life and Dirty Wings CDs
*My own Haunted mix CD
Toys in the Treat
*Spooky Stickers
*Ouija Board Keychain
*Engraved Ghost Stone
*Tabasco Red Hots
So again, to win this treat, all you have to do is trick me between now and October 31st, 2009. I will award the winner their prize on November 1st, 2009. You can trick me by doing ONE of the following (do them all for extra entries!):
* Commenting here; say Trick or treat!
* Posting a real ghost story of your own in your blog or in my comments here.
* Reviewing any ghost-themed book in your own blog or in my comments here.
* Linking to Trick or Treat 2009 (and leave a comment here, so I know you did it!)
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EasyLink!
Just copy and paste this code into your blog, and you’re entered to win!
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Giveaway open worldwide, entrants must be 13 or older!
October 2nd, 2009 at 9:26 am
First of all: Trick or Treat ;-)
And second, my ghost story:
We have a pretty big library here, though our city is really small, but you barely meet more than 2 people in there. So one day I got a pile of books, some already dusty but still: you can read them, right?
When I got home I put the books on my table. One book dropped to the floor and an old picture fell out of it. It showed a beautiful young blonde woman in a nice white dress. I looked at the back and there was a date printed on it “1972”. I didn’t think about it a lot, so I just put the photo in my shelf. The next days the photo fell to the floor every few hours. I did put it to different spots but as soon as I had my thoughts off of the picture it fell down again.
That was making me a nervous wreck. So I decided to go to the library again. When the library-lady was back in the stacks, I sat down and browsed her computer. Apparently the book didn’t leave the library too often. So i wrote down the 7 names from 1970 to me. At home I googled them. Looking at me from a “Missing”-newspaper article-picture from 1973 was the blonde girl from the picture. The next day I hurried to the library and gave back the book with the picture in it. I never looked for the book or the photo again…
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Saundra Reply:
October 2nd, 2009 at 9:33 am
Ooooooooooooooh, creepy, that is awesome! Thank you so much for sharing!
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October 2nd, 2009 at 9:38 am
Trick or Treat
I love Halloween and Yasemin awesome story.
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October 2nd, 2009 at 9:49 am
You’re welcome :)
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October 2nd, 2009 at 10:01 am
Trick or Treat! :D
My ghost story: The summer before my senior year of high school my family went to Maine to stay in a cabin with my cousin’s family. The cabin was small, and old, and surrounded by pine trees, but it had its own private cove and this lovely sloping pebbled beach down to the ocean. The second day there, my cousin discovered a narrow path back to an old cemetary and somehow we decided it would be fun to sneak out of the cabin at midnight and explore the graveyard.
The moon was just a sliver and we only had one flashlight, but the graveyard was only a hundred feet or so away, so we held hands and made our way along the path. When we got to the graveyard we tried to read the names on the stones, but this mist had risen and kept swirling around the stones. It was creepy, but we were in the mood to be scared so we turned off the flashlight, sat on a stone and started whispering. Pretty soon one of us started telling a ghost story about a girl who had wandered down to the beach and disappeared.
It was your typical ghost story – predictable, but shivery.
But the really scary thing? When we got too cold to stay out there anymore and headed back home, I told my cousin M that it was a good story. She looked at me in total bafflement. “But… you’re the one who told it!” I assured her that *I* hadn’t been the one telling the story. My sister swore she hadn’t been telling it, either.
One of us might have been playing a trick on the others – but none of us has ever confessed to doing so, and we all remember how scary it was. Needless to say, we didn’t go back in the graveyard and we refused to stay outside the cabin after dark!
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October 2nd, 2009 at 10:13 am
Okay, Jen, that is COMPLETELY creepy! And thank you for your book review, Mars. I’m going to go check out Peeled now!
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October 2nd, 2009 at 10:07 am
TRICK OR TREAT!
I linked to you in this entry.
As for a haunted book review: Peeled is one of celebrated author Joan Bauer’s most recent offerings, and like many of her books, it concerns practical, funny, everyday people moving through extraordinary circumstances. In this case, however, Bauer presents us with a mystery: a struggling town known for its apple orchards faces a media blitz and local terror-mongering when a local haunted house and ghost story figures in a murder and in a series of bizarre events. It’s up to Hildy Biddle, school reporter, to find the truth and expose it – because the local town paper seems invested in nothing but sensationalism.
Bauer’s a master at sympathetic characters whom you wish you knew; this book is no exception. Not every hardheaded and practical character manages to be loveable and heroic at once, but Bauer’s Hildy manages it. Her economy of words is impressive; this is a short book, but it packs in subplots, a wide cast of recognizeable characters, and a strong mystery. It’s an ideal autumn read.
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October 2nd, 2009 at 11:40 pm
Hi Saundra,
I have a true story for you.
I believe I was nine at time it happened. Your grandma and I were at your mom and dad’s apartment, it had gotten late, and I had gone to bed in your parents’ room. I woke up to see my grandpa standing over me with a sweet smile and tender eyes.
The thing was he had moved, to my aunt Linda’s home, in Guam, a couple of years before. I said “grandpa?”, and he nodded at me, then he disappeared.
I heard people talking on the phone in the living room so I came out. It was a phone call from aunt Linda, grandpa had died.
I hope this link works. Happy trick-or-treating!
BIGGEST SNAKE FOUND DEAD
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October 3rd, 2009 at 11:33 am
Trick or Treat!
My Ghost story:
At my local theater (it’s really old – we’re in like our 78th season) there’s a resident ghost. There’s all sorts of tales about her – she wears a blue dress and you see her all through out the theater. Things that disappear magically seem to reappear in places where you can obviously see them.
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October 3rd, 2009 at 1:20 pm
Trick or Treat ;D
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October 3rd, 2009 at 9:49 pm
Trick or Treat!!
throuthehaze at gmail dot com
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October 4th, 2009 at 7:57 am
Trick or Treat!!
I posted that link you gave in my blog. This is such an awesome idea. :-)
Now, true story. When I was 8 and my sister was 10, we went down to our basement to play. I always thought our basement was pretty creepy, but since she was there and it was still a little light out, I wasn’t too scared. We had boxes of boardgames that we stored so we played different ones until it was time for dinner.
She was about to go upstairs when I asked if she’d help me put all the games back so our dad wouldn’t get mad at us for making a mess.
After we cleaned up, we went up to dinner.
About an hour after dinner, we heard our dad yelling from the basement for us both to get down there. When we did, he asked why we hadn’t cleaned up the mess we made.
All the games were out of the boxes and stacked up in haphazar piles. There were even games we hadn’t touched earlier that were out in the stacks.
Sufficed to say, our dad didn’t believe we’d put all the games away earlier and made us do it again. I was a little more scared of the basement after that.
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Question: Can we put more than one story here and get another entry or is it just a one-time kind of thing?
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Saundra Reply:
October 4th, 2009 at 9:56 am
Oooh freaky, Danielle!! And hey, if you have more than one story, you can leave it for an extra entry! But it does have to be a different story!
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October 5th, 2009 at 9:44 am
Wowee, awesome prize pack!! Please enter me! :)
TRICK OR TREAT!!!
Tweeted here – http://twitter.com/peacelovevegan/status/4628053304
Thanks!
hanging.by.a.moment_@hotmail.com
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October 5th, 2009 at 4:00 pm
Awesome I would love to read your new book !!!!
Trick or treat !!!!!!
Thanks
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October 5th, 2009 at 4:04 pm
Trick or Treat! What an awesome giveaway!
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October 5th, 2009 at 4:09 pm
Trick or treat!
I don’t have a ghost story. Thankfully (you have to understand, I’m scared easily! Funny thing is this doesn’t stop me from reading scary books and watching horror movies!) I’ve never seen a ghost and I think I would have a heart attack if I ever did!
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October 5th, 2009 at 4:49 pm
trick or treat!
ghost story:
I was a caretaker of my mom who had many illness before she passed away from cancer. eightmonths later I moved tocalifornia and got my own apartment. For three days I would hear my mother in my kitchen humming along to songs on the radio and washing dishes.of course when i ran to the kitchen no one was there, and i never had a radio in the kitchen! :)
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October 5th, 2009 at 4:49 pm
Trick or treat! : )
I linked you on Twitter!
http://twitter.com/threethings/status/4637261872
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October 5th, 2009 at 4:50 pm
Oh, hey! I linked from my blog’s sidebar. :)
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October 5th, 2009 at 4:54 pm
Trick or treat : )
I put the button in my sidebar:
http://teamtaycob.webs.com/
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October 5th, 2009 at 4:59 pm
Trick or Treat :D !
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October 5th, 2009 at 5:52 pm
1)Trick or Treat!
2) Twittered :D : http://twitter.com/Emily_Writer
3) this isn’t as creepy or awesome a ghost story as the others, but it’s what I’ve got. My Mum met one of her best friends her first year of intermediate (middle school for Americans??) who lived in a haunted house.. 29 years later, I met a close friend, first year of intermediate. Turns out, my friend lives in the same haunted house (only 29 years later). The basement is haunted. Seriously. It’s constantly cold, despite sun hitting it- and there is this one room that I and friend’s family, just won’t set foot into. If I’m down there alone, I leave for upstairs, its that creepy. There’s almost a constant sense of being watched, or someone else being in the room besides you. Anyway, I came home and reported to my mum how creepy their basement was- and she ended up telling me a story bout that room- and that neither she or HER friend’s family touched that room either after that experience.
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October 5th, 2009 at 5:53 pm
And now, just remembering the way it felt to be in that basement, I’m uncomfortable.
:D
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October 5th, 2009 at 6:45 pm
Trick or treat
linked you here: http://bulletins.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=bulletin.read&authorID=284584698&messageID=6566864921&hash=MIG%2fBgorBgEEAYI3WAPToIGwMIGtBgorBgEEAYI3WAMBoIGeMIGbAgMCAAECAmYDAgIAwAQIv22iyrojXLQEEOhWQQnyw9qNuZyIwagjwsgEcNVNsmhV5gR%2foQ%2borqlL8ynHsCWD4ddbqtijkaMm4YDgqUMEuAFbvWapGGREq%2flpzuz9cuXNCrtgikrYdPncoraGh1XZuBkPTGWnJI0buFW0sgwhpgkq4oQKO9J%2foMRXcDohnnMlRDeXH4m4d9C%2b1qI%3d
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October 5th, 2009 at 7:06 pm
Trick or Treat!
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October 5th, 2009 at 8:28 pm
Trick or Treat!
I also linked on twitter https://twitter.com/jpetroroy/status/4642218340
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October 5th, 2009 at 8:31 pm
Trick of Treat! Thanks for running a contest, particularly for Halloween.
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October 5th, 2009 at 8:44 pm
Trick or Treat!
i read from Megan Crewe
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October 5th, 2009 at 11:02 pm
Trick or Treat! Please enter me in the contest. I will tweet about this contest too. :)
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October 6th, 2009 at 12:32 am
Trick or Treat :)
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October 6th, 2009 at 4:37 am
Trick or Treat!
Okay so I don’t have a ghost story that happened to me but I do have the ghost story that as tradition for leaders at my school I passed down to my junior home room.
The teachers will tell you that the red stairs are off limits because they are too narrow. Too easy to fall down. That’s only half the story
70 years ago the school was took on some girls from the farms around the city to board. These girls got teased by the day boarders whom lived in the city. The day girls didn’t like the boarders. Didn’t want them in there school.
One of the borders was a small girl with dark eyes and long black hair who was an easy target for the day students to pick on.
She ran up the green stairs to get away from them. The days students chased after her. The girl tried to get into one of the class rooms to hide but it was locked. The day students were right behind her so she started to run down the red stairs. But the stairs were so narrow, and she took them too fast, she tripped and tumbled down the stairs. They say the last thing she saw was the day girls staring down the banisters at her broken body.
They say the painting at the top of the stairs eyes changed colour the day she died. Went from blue to dark brown.
They say she watches over the stairs waiting for the day girls, waiting to get revenge.
remember the school doesn’t take on borders any more so we are all day girls. So don’t go near the red stairs. Don’t look into the paintings eyes but never ever look down the banister because she’ll think your those day girls from 70 years ago.
My friend once met the paintings eyes and look down the banister on a dare. She felt something grab her from behind and start to push her down towards the stairs. It was so strong she couldnt fight it. So she screamed Im a border and it went away. We heard her scream so we went running over to see what happened and I saw it. Saw the paintings eyes change from blue to dark brown. On my friends blazer was a long strand of black hair.
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October 6th, 2009 at 6:55 am
Another creepy story for your reading pleasure….
I think I was around 12 years old or so and I wanna say it was around the second week of having my own room, finally.
It was 3am exactly when the floor lamp at the end of my bed turned itself on and woke me up. I told my sister to quit messing with the light, but remembered we didn’t share a room anymore. I was a little creeped out, but just turned it off and chocked it up to an electrical snafu from the storms we’d had that day.
I want to say it was about an hour later it turned itself on again. Starting to get a little scared, but I turned it off and crawled back into bed. Almost as soon as I pulled the covers back up, the light turned on again.
I just left it on and decided to sleep on the floor in my mom and dad’s room for a couple nights.
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October 6th, 2009 at 8:11 am
Trick or Treat!
I love Halloween. It’s my favorite holiday because a sugar coma is practically mandatory! :D
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October 6th, 2009 at 11:47 pm
Trick or treat!!!!!!!!!
* My ghost story isnt that huge and im not sure if it really is a ghost story but here it goes
My family and i decided to go To indian and stay in a cabin their by the lake We got their went fishing swam etc . I was all ready to go to sleep and i havent been in the house since we got their i decided to share the room with my sister.I feel asleep pritty fast becuse of all of the stuff we did I’m not sure if I was dreaming but I was sleeping and felt like somebody was laughing next to me and then i felt like i would breath and something was around my throught I could move my arm and then i wake up and I can move that really scared me I dont know what happend.
* Linking to Trick or Treat 2009
http://denisemadness.blogspot.com/
Ill review later this week and come back
Thanks
Denise
Happy Early Halloween !!!!!
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October 7th, 2009 at 9:31 am
[...] Do you have a ghost story or a truly weird experience to share? Or just stop by and say Trick or Treat, and you could win a huge Halloween treat! [...]
October 7th, 2009 at 11:22 am
Trick or Treat!
Our house was old, built during the goldmine rush in Johannesburg, South Africa. It was a big rambling affair with huge rooms and tall ceilings, a bit stranded in the middle of this big plot of land. We knew it was haunted, I’ve been seeing people there since I was very small indeed. As a child you are both more innocent and imaginative and I had many playmates my parents didn’t quite see..
But the real story I want to tell goes like this: I was around eighteen years old, when I started noticing someone following my dad around. (Seeing ghosts / shapes / images / having dreams, has always been part of my growing up and my family is quite normal about it now!).
I couldn’t figure out who this chap was, but I did see him clearly – he was dressed in WW1 army clothes, he looked familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Whenever he saw me staring he would just smile this enigmatic smile and turn his attention back to my dad.
Eventually it got so bad that he was always present, when my dad was around – at the dinner table, watching tv, whilst he was working on his car. It was driving me nuts – I couldn’t seem to get away from him and neither could my dad. There were cold-spots in the house (which was huge and draughty anyway) and sometimes there was muffled conversations that we all could hear. It was terrifying. Doors would open or close and there would be footsteps too.
I told my mom, she panicked a bit, and she asked a priest to come around and just do a calming prayer in the house. It did not help / work. The energy was never anything malignant, this guy was still following my dad around – he was a handsome younger man, maybe in his early twenties and he always looked immaculate in his uniform.
My dad genuinely didn’t seem to be bothered by him and we left it at that. Then something odd started happening – my dad’s voice started failing.
Initially we thought it was a bad throat infection but then he went to the doctor, they did tests and it turned out he had throat cancer. Once he was diagnosed, the chap in the WW1 uniform disappeared from our lives – I didn’t see him for two years.
My dad’s cancer went into remission after treatment and we were all very pleased, as you may well imagine!
He only reappeared when my dad was admitted to hospital for a random check-up – he had to stay for a few days as it turned out he started showing signs of being allergic to some of his medication. Once I saw the young uniformed man, sitting next to my dad’s bed, I freaked out completely and burst into tears. I was inconsolable, as I knew this time around, he wasn’t there as a companion, this time he was there as a guide.
My dad passed away two days later. When we were clearing out all his stuff, as we had to move to a smaller house, we came across old photo albums of his family – and photos of my WW1 soldier was in there. I still have no idea who he was or why he was sent to look after my dad. None of my dad’s family know who he is – all we have are initials: JKV.
This story always wells me up. We’ve since moved to the UK and I still light a candle for both my mom and dad who have passed but also for my dad’s unknown guide.
(a part of this story was told over at Ari Berk’s livejournal website under my livejournal name of “lilifae” – before anyone decides to check for plagiarism!)
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October 7th, 2009 at 1:32 pm
Mine is silly, not really a haunting, and no one has ever believed it, but I was too young and not creative enough to make it up so.
My parents, brother, and I were driving the hour from my house to visit my grandpa and on the interstate we pulled beside this cute little dayglo yellow car. In the backseat was a man who I could have sworn looked just like Michael Landon (I used to love little house on the Prairie). I was 8 years old and knew that he had died earlier that year so I was extremely surprised to see him in the backseat wearing a white collared shirt with the first 2 buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, smiling at me.
Traffic started to slow in our lane and the yellow car pulled away. For about 10 minutes I could see it, but we weren’t able to pull up next to it. Finally traffic slowed in that lane and I begged my parents to make sure we could at least reach the yellow car before we had to stop (traffic was horrible where I lived). We came along side it and when I looked in to the backseat there wasn’t a handsome dead man with pretty white teeth and dark hair smiling at me anymore. There was a dorky looking, completely bald guy wearing a sweat band around his head and a sleeveless t-shirt.
My parents thought I was crazy and still to this day don’t believe a word of that story.
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October 7th, 2009 at 1:45 pm
I put a link to your contest on my blog Just Breathe. :-) Trick or Treat!
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October 8th, 2009 at 1:01 am
Trick or Treat!
My ghost story involves my aunt. My aunt was very close to my great aunt and when the latter passed away, my aunt had trouble sleeping. Every night she would smell my great aunt’s perfume in the room and feel the temperature of the room drop. She also kept having recurring dreams where my great aunt came to her and told her that she couldn’t cross over properly until she has her bible with her. So finally my aunt burnt my great aunt’s bible and the ‘haunting’ stopped.
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October 8th, 2009 at 1:38 pm
I’d forgotten this story until my fiance reminded me of it a couple days ago.
Last year, my fiance and I were asked to house-sit for one of his brothers while he was out of town for work. For our own reasons we didn’t want to sleep in his brother’s bed so we stayed in the guest room the first night.
I don’t remember what time it was, but I’d gotten up to use the bathroom and on my way back to the room, I heard a loud thumping sound. By the time I got back to the room, the sound had stopped, but my fiance was coming out of the room. His face was so pale I thought he was gonna pass out. I asked him what happened and he said he woke up with the bed moving and swore he saw an old woman at the end of it, lifting and dropping the bed by the footboard. He said she told him to get out and she didn’t stop moving the bed until he was heading for the door.
We decided to forget the reservations about sleeping in his brother’s bed and stayed there for the rest of the week.
When the brother got back, we told him what had happened. Turns out he was storing the bed and other stuff in the guest room for a friend at work. All the stuff belonged to the friend’s great grandmother who had recently passed away.
I probably wouldn’t have believed it myself if I hadn’t heard the thumping noise.
We figured the great grandmother was who he saw. Considering the generation she was from, it was no wonder she didn’t want an unmarried couple sleeping in her bed.
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October 8th, 2009 at 2:38 pm
When I was 14, my family rented a 350-year old thatched cottage. The landlords were farmers, who had lived there when their children were younger.
Almost immediately upon moving in we grew used to seeing figures out of the corner of our eye. You’d glimpse ‘people’ walking by windows that were inaccessible to the public; you’d talk to ‘people’ who had just entered the room, only to remember you were alone in the house.
Later, we learned from the landlords that their children – toddler aged at that time – had told of a kind lady who sat by their bedsides at night. The parents often glimpsed her standing at the top of the stairs, outside the children’s room, as if listening out for them.
Local story had it that the miller’s wife – the house was called the mill house – had killed herself in despair after her young daughter had died of polio. I always felt she – if that’s who the ghost was – didn’t like me very much; I was a moody, sullen teenager.
One evening, as I was stepping into the bath I saw a woman’s shape walk past the frosted bathroom window. Thinking it was my mother, I called out to her. It was only when my actual mother came upstairs minutes later, turning on the electric light and making the old floorboards groan, that I realised the woman I’d seen had been a good foot shorter and had passed completely silently.
Easter Monday, the thatched roof caught fire – bird’s nest in the chimney – and the house was rendered inhabitable. It’s since been rebuilt; last I heard, the new family had young children. I hope she likes them better.
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October 9th, 2009 at 10:48 am
Trick or Treat!
tbutterful(at)yahoo(dot)com
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October 10th, 2009 at 7:38 am
Trick or Treat!!!!
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October 10th, 2009 at 11:25 am
PLEASE ENTER ME!!
TRICK OR TREAT;)
Here’s where I linked:
http://twitter.com/Haley_Alice
AND here’s my ghost-themed review:
http://yarockstarlette.blogspot.com/2009/10/summoning-by-kelley-armstronghrc-review.html
-Haley
harajukualice@yahoo.com
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October 10th, 2009 at 9:44 pm
Trick or Treat!
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October 11th, 2009 at 5:29 am
Trick or Treat, Saundra!
I’m gonna try and dig up a ghost… story, so I can enter again ;)
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October 11th, 2009 at 5:55 am
Linked: http://bunnymoney9.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-fun.html
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October 12th, 2009 at 10:30 am
An addendum to the last story I told about the things belonging to co-worker’s great grandmother. I forgot to mention that the bed that was in there was the place where the great grandmother had died.
Not expecting an extra entry, just wanted to clarify on something that makes the story even creepier to me.
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October 12th, 2009 at 11:58 am
Trick or Treat!
Halloween is my favorite holiday too.
I was recently in St. Louis for the Novelists, Inc. conference, and some of us took a ghost tour of old St. Charles. People were taking pictures in places where the tour guide said there was often activity, getting “orbs” and “mists.” In one spot we were listening to the guide, when one of the women on the tour called out “I see a mist!” Another person saw it too . . . then we discovered it was somebody smoking a cigarette!
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October 13th, 2009 at 12:29 pm
Trick or treat for that wonderoud time of the year.
Ghost story? I try not to think on this too much but it’s all for a good cause right?
I met Paul six months after his wife had passed away. We connected immediately and decided life was too short to wait a year to be together. Paul is a musician that is often gone on weekends touring with his band.
One weekend while he was gone, I was reading in bed. The hall light was on, besides my bedside light. I should also mention I had two cats that previously belonged to Paul and his wife.
Both cats were on the bed with me when they suddenly looked up turning their heads side to side watching the doorway. I was alone and wasn’t sure what attracted their attention. Suddenly they both started meowing as if they were chattering away to something.
Looking up there was tall bulky shadow filling the doorway. You could see the outline of the hall light around it. My heart sped up, somehow I knew this was Paul’s deceased wife. The cats didn’t look alarmed at all.
I mumbled something in the way of, “I know why you’re here and you have nothing to worry about he still loves and remembers you. I love him too, I won’t hurt him.”
The Shadow moved forward out of the doorway and paused as if contemplating what I had said. I watched it leave the room the light from the hall light filled my bedroom once again through the doorway. I couldn’t breath I was so frightening and real.
When Paul came home I described the outline of the shadow. He sat down heavily and cried. We’re both convinced it was his wife checking on me to make sure he was safe. The thing is I never saw pictures of her, I had no idea she was tall or what her shape was like.
I don’t feel threatened living here. If anything I feel at peace as if she accepted me here with Paul. And that’s my story.
Thanks for the opportunity! Indigo
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October 15th, 2009 at 3:19 pm
Oh how fun. I’ll try and do more later but for now TRICK OR TREAT!
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October 18th, 2009 at 12:45 am
linked in sidebar
http://throuthehaze.blogspot.com/
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October 18th, 2009 at 3:49 am
Trick or Treat!
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October 18th, 2009 at 3:55 am
Here’s my story:
There were rumors that my school field was haunted, but I never believed it, until that day —- the day I encountered ‘the thing’ myself.
During the World War II in 1945, the Japanese armies invaded my country. These Japanese armies were well-known for their cruelty. The men were tortured and killed in the ‘kempetai’ or police camp for no reason, the women were raped and murdered, the chlidren and the elders were beaten to death. I’ve heard that they even cut a pregnant woman’s belly with their Japanese sword and took the foetus out and let the woman bleed to death.
Now, my school field was the place where the Japanese dug a large pit and buried innocent people alive just for the sake of fun. My school field was believed to be the ‘resting place’ of the souls of hundreds, or maybe thousands of unfortunate victims.
One night, while I was attending a leadership camp (which lasted for 3 days and 2 nights) in my school, I had a sudden urge to go to the toilet. I asked one of my friends, Rachel, to go to the toilet with me. She waited for me outside while I went in myself.
When I came out of the toilet, I went over to the basin to wash my hands. I saw a lady in white standing in front of the mirror. She was combing her hair silently. I couldn’t see her face as her hair was very long. She went out the toilet after that. I thought she was one of our members, as there were nearly 100 people who attended the camp.
I went out after washing my hands and I saw Rachel. I asked her whether she had seen a member who’s wearing white dress walking out of the toilet. She replied, ” Hey, are you kidding me? No one went in there and walked out except for you! ”
Immediately, a chill ran down my spine…
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October 18th, 2009 at 3:56 am
I linked Trick or Treat 2009 on my blog sidebar.
http://aik-friendsnfamily.blogspot.com
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October 20th, 2009 at 9:25 pm
TRICK OR TREAT!
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October 20th, 2009 at 9:55 pm
Trick or treat!
And I linked here about Trick or Treat 2009:
http://yathenaeum.blogspot.com/2009/10/thisese-weeks-in-ya-october-10and-17.html
Thanks for giving us the opportunity to get an awesome treat! :)
-Erika
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October 21st, 2009 at 10:27 am
Okay, here’s my ghost book review for another entry. ;)
I just finished reading All the Lovely Bad Ones by Mary Downing Hahn.
Travis and his sister Corey are mischief-makers spending the summer at their grandmother’s inn in Vermont. It’s a quiet, pleasant place – with a haunted history. In an effort to drum up more business (and entertain themselves) the siblings plan their best prank yet: they decide to impersonate ghosts and “haunt” the inn. Their performances are so convincing they draw the attention of ghost hunters and paranormal enthusiasts, much to their grandmother’s dismay.
But they attract more than attention when the real ghosts wake up, and suddenly their prank isn’t as funny. In order to quiet the ghosts and bring order back to the inn, Corey and Travis must learn the history of the inn and bring justice to the lovely bad ones who suffered so long ago.
This is a spooky, fast-paced ghost story with a charming blend of eccentric characters, sibling antics, and shocking history. I thoroughly enjoyed it, although I wondered why the story was told from Travis’s point of view. His voice was not always convincing, but the plot swept me along so swiftly I didn’t really mind. And Hahn does a fantastic job of conveying that eerie sense of being watched from the shadows… :)
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October 21st, 2009 at 8:12 pm
Trick or treat :D
I did it and just fyi when I reviewed my book I didnt realize it was one of the ones in the grab O.o I just grabbed what my librarians suggested :D
I also linked and told a story.
All can be seen here…..
http://ba-bookaholics.blogspot.com/2009/10/afterlife.html
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October 28th, 2009 at 4:53 am
Trick or Treat!
I posted about the contest on my LJ. I hope that’s okay. It should be the very first entry you see: http://always-tete.livejournal.com/
My story (which probably isn’t very creepy unless you experience it yourself):
I tend to stay up late into the night while the rest of my family goes to sleep. One particular weekend, I turned off the lights at around 2am so my mother wouldn’t know I was still up on the computer. A few minutes later, I heard murmurs coming from my sister’s room, which is right next to mine.
I ignored them at first, thinking I was just imagining things. But after a couple of minutes, they became impossible to ignore because they got louder. I couldn’t hear the exact words, but there was clearly something being said. I figured that my sister had left her window open (which faces the front of the house) and that the neighbors were outside, having a good laugh with friends or something. But then I realized it was way too late for them to be out there.
My next thought was that my sister had probably had a nightmare and run to my mother, who would have accompanied my sister back to bed and calmed her down until she fell asleep again. (Nevermind that I would have heard my mother coming down the hall and into my sister’s room.) I did my best to convince myself that this was probably what was going on, but I became increasingly creeped out, especially in the dark, alone.
The murmurs continued for a good five minutes, until they stopped by themselves. I waited a couple of minutes to see if they would start again. They didn’t. I got out of bed quietly and peeked into my sister’s room to prove to myself that she and my mom were the ones talking (it had kind of sounded like their voices).
My sister was deeply asleep, alone. Her window was closed, so it couldn’t have been the neighbors’ voices I heard. The TV was off. So was her iPod. (I went through every possible explanation.)
I scurried back to my bed and hid beneath the safety of the covers, but sleep didn’t come easy after that.
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October 29th, 2009 at 10:33 pm
+1 Trick or Treat :D
+1 Reviewed a ghost related book on our blog- Intertwined is the most recent.
+1 added button
~Pixie
http://pageturners-underthecover.blogspot.com/
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October 30th, 2009 at 10:21 am
Trick or treat! I put a story on my LJ blog (I’m mguibord) and linked the TOT (I think) I’m new to all this I’m afraid and may have done it wrong!
Anyway- Happy Halloween and thanks for all the shivers!
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October 31st, 2009 at 12:02 am
Trick or treat!
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a ghost, so I don’t have any real ghost stories… but I once saw something I couldn’t explain, so maybe it was a ghost or something else paranormal. One night when it got dark I started seeing smoke and screamed because I thought the house was on fire… but no one else could see it, and it was gone by the next day.
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October 31st, 2009 at 6:56 pm
There have been some fab ghost stories this month! Trick or treat! :)
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November 1st, 2009 at 9:01 am
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