This week we are telling ghost stories, real or true. And boy, do I have a tale for you. We were instructed to keep it to under 300 words, so I apologize for skimping on the truly creepy stuff. I could write thousands of words about this tale.
True story:
I lived in a haunted house.
The cream house in the centre housed four apartments. I lived on the top floor for a terrifying 8 months. I took this image from Google Earth street view.
The first indication was a huge fight between my sister and I. She claimed my drunken friends and I had nothing better to do that keep climbing up to the 3rd story apartment I was renting and trying to scare her. I told her drunk gals in their early 20s have better things to do with their time than scare baby sisters.
Next indication, my roommate called me frantically one evening to tell me there were about 50 people gathered outside the old victorian house that was now home to several apartments and they were all pointing up at our windows. Turned out it was the local Haunted Hike. What the heck?
Over the eight months we lived there, doors inexplicably opened, the grate in front of the fireplace would often be found on the other side of the room, footsteps lurked outside our door, odd electrical things would happen (my electric piano came on one evening when it wasn’t plugged in), my roommate claimed he was attacked by a hag that tried to choke him, and our cats were freaked out all the time.
But the worst, and most common haunting, was the cries of the babies. Yea. We’d wake to what sounded like babies crying in our chimney. No one in that house had children, let alone babies. Then one day my dad was talking to a retired cop who told a tale of a woman who murdered two babies in an apartment downtown. She burned their wee bodies in the fireplace. The apartment? Mine. I still get chills when I think about it. The only thing that makes me feel better is knowing she was caught. Was she the evil presence that attacked my roomie?
Have you ever had a ghostly experience?
Share it in the comments!
Now, pop on over to S.C. Mitchell and see how he's going to scare the bejebus out of us. I'm anticipating a terrifying piece of fiction from him.