Black Shadow Man
In 2005 I was about 11 years old and my mother and her boyfriend went to a football game in Atlanta, GA. I didn’t want to go so my mom let me spend the night at my Aunt and Uncle’s house.
Later that night, when I was getting ready for bed, my aunt said “sweetheart, take a bath before you go to bed it will help you sleep better.” and I said “ok” then she said “I’ll run your bath water for you ok! so close the door and go get your pajamas.
I pulled up the door and I turned around and I saw her spring some salt stuff in my bath water (my mother said she like used to do voodoo and everyone in our family thinks she crazy). Anyway I thought that was very weird.
So that night when I slept in the guest room I woke around 3:00 am and I looked to my left and there was a tall black shadow looking down at me. It was kinda like an outline of a very tall person and it kinda floated into the hallway.
I don’t know how to describe it but it freaked me out. I got out of bed and walked into the hallway and it wasn’t there. I was freaking out. I slept in the living room that night even though I wasn’t supposed to.
Later that day when my mom picked me up I told her about it and she was quiet for a minute and she looked at me and said, “that’s ok, you don’t have to spend the night here anymore”.
After we got home she told me that my aunt did the same thing to her and she saw a black shadow too. My mom said she doesn’t like that freaky weird stuff. And My uncle just died and his funeral is tomorrow and I think that my aunt is just trouble.
Sent in by Lateria, Copyright 2008
The Night I Saw A Vampire
At first I thought that I was dreaming so I pinched myself. Nothing. I pinched myself again. Same as before. Then I new I wasn’t dreaming.
I had just woken up from a nightmare. I had dreamt that my parents died in a house fire.
There was a man at the end of my bed all dressed in black with a pale face. He had a distinguished smile on his face, with abnormally sharp teeth. I closed my eyes for a while (about five seconds) and then I opened them. He was gone. I couldn’t get back to sleep, even though I was tired and it was 1 am.
In the morning at about 6 am it was still very dark. I told my mum what I had seen last night in the room. Of course we weren’t at home. We were staying the night in Bratislava (capital of Slovakia in eastern Europe).
She said she had heard a story exactly like mine on the internet but it was in the next room. Vlad Tepes had ruled this place (Slovakia) as a crowned prince in the 1500’s. He had also died right on the town square which I could see outside the window.
I looked down and there he was. He waved and then disappeared into thin air. I felt a shocking pain in my neck. I ran to the mirror and saw two marks on my neck. I screamed and started to panic. My mum came running into the living room and she asked what I was making the noise for. I explained and she thought I was just crazy.
Do not enter the Destiny hotel. If you do, never enter room 148.
Sent in by Jayden Kirby, Copyright 2008
A Ghost Set Fire To Our House
When I was about five years old I was up in the attic with my brothers playing a board game when the downstairs of our house was caught on fire.
Before all of that happened there were sounds of moaning up and down the stairs late at night. I heard strange noises at all hours. I had woke up one night and there was, what appeared to be, a strange man standing over my bed.
We had done some work on the house a few days before the fire. My mom wasn’t home so it was just me and my brothers. We were playing the game Trouble and I started smelling something odd. I was like, is anybody smoking or something? And my brothers looked at me like Are you crazy?
Then they started smelling it too. They went into panic mode and rushed out of the attic to find out what the smell was. As soon as they stepped out of the attic door they were back in the attic scared out of their minds. I was frightened.
They finally said we need to get out of here fast. They grabbed my hand and we walked to the window. Our next door neighbor was out there with a ladder when we opened the window. My brothers handed me to him and they climbed down themselves.
It was found later on that the cause of the fire was the oven. The pilot was blown out and somehow a match set off the gas. Keep in mind we were all in the attic and my mom was at work. No one could have set that fire. There is one of my ghost stories I hope you all liked it.
Sent in by Kelli, Copyright 2008
Nightmare In A Dementora Mansion
Here is a story of a blood clotting experience I’ve had during my last summer vacation. I had spent my last summer in a broken-down mansion near a cemetery. It may sound spooky but the terrorizing moments are yet to come.
As I said, the mansion being near the cemetery, created a spooky, weird and an exciting atmosphere. I had come with a friend who had lost a bet to her cousin and had to go through a night in this so called ‘dementora’ mansion.
The moment we set foot in that nightmare we began going through deadly experiences. The caretaker who was with us helped us a lot. First I slipped and fell in a deep, cleanly finished pit, as if it had been dug knowing that I would be there. As my friend tried to help me out of it, she herself fell into it and lay there unconscious.
Then, finally somehow we got out. Then we also went through other scratches and bruises, including a bite from a dog. To avoid any other circumstances we went to sleep.
I awoke with a start hearing a loud scream. I ran following the scream. I came to a halt when I saw a deadly beast, covered in flowing robes, tearing the flesh from a lump of meat. Suddenly my heart beat stopped. I realized it was the caretaker who was with us. I let out a blood curling scream.
When I opened my eyes and founnd myself back in my bed. My friend thought that I had gone mad. She told me to go back to sleep and that we would be out of that place before the sunrise. Happy and convinced that it was only a dream, I forced myself to sleep.
In the morning, my friend woke me up. We went back to thank the caretaker for being with us, but we did not find him. A sudden thought flashed my mind. Could he really be dead? just to be sure, I crept slowly back to the place I had seen in my dreams. I stopped still, instead of screaming, I scanned the body of the caretaker fallen cold and dead.
Sent in by Aparna Menon, Copyright 2008
Does Anyone Really Die?
My grandmother died a few years ago and although we had all experienced death before, this time it hit us all hard, it was almost unbearable.
A few months after she had passed away, we finally plucked up the courage to start to sort out her house.
In one of the upstairs bedrooms we found a piece of paper labeled ‘My Funeral’. Having never spoken about the subject with my Gran, we were all shocked to discover all of the readings and the hymns we had chosen had been pre-written on the page.
A short while later, while we were sorting out the downstairs of her house, my Uncle found a calendar with the dates of the 23rd and 24th September circled on it. We were all amazed at this COINCIDENCE since there had been much dispute as to whether my Nan had died late at night on the 23rd or in the early hours of the 24th.
My Nan had always been a superstitious person and had promised us that death would not stop her taking action in our lives. Before she died she had promised two particular rings, to my sister and myself, since we were the eldest female grand-children. However, on her death my Aunt (my Uncles wife) decided she wanted them. Remembering my Nan’s promise, we reluctantly let her have everything.
Within a few months she became seriously depressed and could no longer appreciate life. They emigrated to Australia, but soon came back because she could no longer find happiness anywhere. Now my Uncle has divorced her and is much happier on his own with his sons. My Nan always fought her corner.
Sent in by Charlene Hewett, Copyright 2008