Bored and grumpy and at work. So to amuse myself I am going to tell my one and only ghost story. Probably not the best of ideas since I am alone at work and have a bad habit of giving myself the heebie jeebies. But its a foggy night, after midnight, the day before Halloween... Our tale takes place at my parents house in Louisburg. My brother and I shared a room on the south end of the house when we were little and later I had the room to myself. The room had two windows, one facing east (the front of the house) and the other south (looking out into the alley between our house and the neighbors.) From time to time, I would see someone run by the front facing window, like they were headed to the front door. Just a flash, usually out of my peripheral vision, but it was enough to tell that it was a kid sized person and female. I would head to the front door, but no one was ever there and when I looked out the window, the yard was empty. This happened fairly regularly and always during the day. One night I am lying in bed facing the front of the house. For some reason I roll over to face the other way. The attic fan is on so the south window is open just a crack to let the air in. Peering thru that crack, just above the window sil,at the height a kids eyes would be are a pair of eyes. And they are looking right at me. Eye contact is made. The horror hits me full force, a wave of fear and panic washes over me so strong that I am frozen in place. The only thing I can manage to do is shut my eyes. So I lay there, petrified, until the thought of those eyes looking at me, peeking through the slightly open window, kept at bay only by a thin screen, becomes too much and I break the grip of terror ever so slightly. Without opening my eyes, I slide off the opposite side of the bed pulling the blankets with me. On the floor between the bed and my desk I lay still and silent listening intently for the sound of fingernails on the screen. I try in vain to yell for my parents. I am so far over the edge that I cant even force sound out. All that I manage is a dry raspy croak. Eventually I slide under the bed with the blankets and its there I sleep til morning. Thankfully, the night passes uneventfully. No nails on the screen. Which is good. Had I heard that sound I doubt I would be talking to you today. It would have either dragged me out the window into the darkness as I screamed silently for my parents or the mere sound of it would have shattered my little kid mind and I would be living in a padded room somewhere right now. To this day I cant sleep in a ground floor room without the blinds all the way down. I shit you not. There is a bit more to the story. This involving the presence in the basement room directly below my bedroom. I will save that one for tomorrow. I have given myself a serious case of the heebie jeebies and damn near pissed myself a minute a go when the message notification on my phone went off. Its HAL saying there is a message for you. That message was almost you are having a heart attack. So...tell me a ghost story...
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 06:50:23 +0000
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