Tell me your favorite ghost story! It can be one you heard from somewhere or one you made up.
#1
Sarah samson was a simple woman.
She woke up,
Opened the windows of her vast home,
Cooked a meal to feed a village,
Washed the dishes whilst listening to her favorite tunes,
And finally cleaned the mirror above the fire place,
All before going to bed and repeating
Wake up,
Open windows,
Cook a meal,
Wash dishes,
Clean the window above the fire place,
Wake,
Windows,
Cook,
Dishes,
Clean the window above the fire place,
Wake...
One day during Sarah samson's daily routine, her door shook with a jungling sound. Before Sarah could react, the intruders entered her home, not taking a moment before making themselves at home.
They opened the windows of her vast home,
Cooked themselves a suitable meal,
Washed the dishes listening a tune Sarah didnt recognize,
Then they aproached the mirror above the fire place. Wiping the mirror with their hands , removing enough dust to fill a bath. Sarah was frightened...
She approached the intruders, catching their appearences.
There were 2, a woman and a man, they didnt appear older then 30.
Sarah was furious, she screamed at the intruders to leave her home!
The man approached the mirror with a wet cloth, and wiped away the layers and layers of dust.
Upset from being ignored, sarah approached the intruders shouting. As sarah was placing her hand on the shoulder of the man, the man moved, revealing a shiny reflection of a happy couple...
But where was Sarah samson?
Where was her reflection?
Oh thats right, Sarah samson died 83 years ago, alone, doing exactly what she did every day,
She woke up,
Opened her windows,
Cooked a meal,
Washed dishes,
And cleaned the mirror above the fire place,
Over and over,
No friends or family to attend her funeral,
No one who even knows of a woman named Sarah samson,
Forced to continue her routine even in death
She woke up,
Opened the windows of her vast home,
Cooked a meal to feed a village,
Washed the dishes whilst listening to her favorite tunes,
And finally cleaned the mirror above the fire place,
All before going to bed and repeating
Wake up,
Open windows,
Cook a meal,
Wash dishes,
Clean the window above the fire place,
Wake,
Windows,
Cook,
Dishes,
Clean the window above the fire place,
Wake...
One day during Sarah samson's daily routine, her door shook with a jungling sound. Before Sarah could react, the intruders entered her home, not taking a moment before making themselves at home.
They opened the windows of her vast home,
Cooked themselves a suitable meal,
Washed the dishes listening a tune Sarah didnt recognize,
Then they aproached the mirror above the fire place. Wiping the mirror with their hands , removing enough dust to fill a bath. Sarah was frightened...
She approached the intruders, catching their appearences.
There were 2, a woman and a man, they didnt appear older then 30.
Sarah was furious, she screamed at the intruders to leave her home!
The man approached the mirror with a wet cloth, and wiped away the layers and layers of dust.
Upset from being ignored, sarah approached the intruders shouting. As sarah was placing her hand on the shoulder of the man, the man moved, revealing a shiny reflection of a happy couple...
But where was Sarah samson?
Where was her reflection?
Oh thats right, Sarah samson died 83 years ago, alone, doing exactly what she did every day,
She woke up,
Opened her windows,
Cooked a meal,
Washed dishes,
And cleaned the mirror above the fire place,
Over and over,
No friends or family to attend her funeral,
No one who even knows of a woman named Sarah samson,
Forced to continue her routine even in death
3points
#2
One night, a family left their two children at home with a babysitter. They were going out for dinner, and the kids, a son and a daughter, were not invited.
The babysitter was sitting on the couch upstairs and watching TV with the son. The daughter eventually became bored by this activity, and she ventured down into the basement, a place she rarely explored.
In the basement were many boxes of various things, from puzzles, to toys, to christmas tree ornaments. There was a large bookshelf across the room, which the girl was very interested in. She loved to read.
The girl walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed a book, then clicked on the light to see better. As she sat down to read, she felt the presence of something behind her. She turned around and screamed. Across the room was a clown statue, with a crooked smile on its face. She took deep breaths when she realized it was just a statue. Unsettled, she grabbed a blanket and put it over the clown, so that she wouldn't have to look at it.
A few minutes later, she still felt unsettled by its presence, so she walked upstairs, turning off the light as she did.
Later, when the parents got back, the girl told them about the creepy statue. They seemed confused, saying they didn't have a clown statue. The girl led them to the basement and pointed to the spot where the clown was. No, where it had been. The clown was gone, leaving nothing but the blanket on the floor.
I swear I am glancing over my shoulder as I write this. I based this off of a story I read, and my version is not any less terrifying.
The babysitter was sitting on the couch upstairs and watching TV with the son. The daughter eventually became bored by this activity, and she ventured down into the basement, a place she rarely explored.
In the basement were many boxes of various things, from puzzles, to toys, to christmas tree ornaments. There was a large bookshelf across the room, which the girl was very interested in. She loved to read.
The girl walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed a book, then clicked on the light to see better. As she sat down to read, she felt the presence of something behind her. She turned around and screamed. Across the room was a clown statue, with a crooked smile on its face. She took deep breaths when she realized it was just a statue. Unsettled, she grabbed a blanket and put it over the clown, so that she wouldn't have to look at it.
A few minutes later, she still felt unsettled by its presence, so she walked upstairs, turning off the light as she did.
Later, when the parents got back, the girl told them about the creepy statue. They seemed confused, saying they didn't have a clown statue. The girl led them to the basement and pointed to the spot where the clown was. No, where it had been. The clown was gone, leaving nothing but the blanket on the floor.
I swear I am glancing over my shoulder as I write this. I based this off of a story I read, and my version is not any less terrifying.
2points