In the Halloween spirit, share a tale from the dark side.

[SeaDaddy1]

Is it a myth? Urban legend? Did you experience something ghostly? A real witch or demon? A house or place people avoid because something 'evil' resides there? Fact or fiction?

 

[phrodeau]

But that I am forbid to tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, thy knotted and combined locks to part and each particular hair to stand on end, like quills upon the fretful porpentine, whatever that is.

 

[SeaDaddy1]

I was 7 in the fall of '73. This is what I remember about that weekend. To me, it seemed like a long trip going there, but a quick one coming back home.

We were visiting relatives and only there a few hours. They had just moved into an old, brick house with wooden floors. The house was kind of small and was once the living quarters for workers of an old tobacco farm. The foundation of the original plantation house, was barely visible on the edge of the woods in route to the haunted one.

Legend had it a maid had been stabbed to death in the kitchen by the original plantation owner when she seen him raping a teen girl; then he killed the girl when she seen the brutal murder. Weird things happened after my relatives moved in that house. Chains rattling at night, sounds of struggles in the kitchen, someone knocking at the back door, someone running in the house at night, things disappearing one day; then reappearing in the basement the next day.

Me and my parents had barely gone to sleep on the pull out bed in the L/R. Very quiet until there was a loud banging at the front door. I heard it open and shut, seen the shadow of a big woman, we heard someone running pass the bed. The 'shadow' ran through the L/R, into the kitchen, and I heard the back door open and shut. Both doors were locked and never opened or closed, but we still heard them.

My dad ran off trying to chase someone he couldn't see, but came back saying the back door was locked and we were leaving NOW. So, we left ASAP after some arguing and pleas for us to stay, still in our bed clothes. Never went back.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ball_lightning

Ball lightning is prolly the rarest real phenomena I've experienced. Being in a tornado is 2nd.

Ball lightning is like that ball of energy Tinkerbell comes from. It just kinda floated thru the window into our livingroom one night.

The tornado was small but pulled our front door off its hinges and destroyed porches along our street. Its deafening and hot and humid. And fluorescent green. It destroyed a church two blocks away, and may have been lifting when it came to our street.

 

[oggbashan]

Shameless plugging...

Two of my previous year's Halloween Story Contest entries:

http://www.literotica.com/s/hitchhiker-6

http://www.literotica.com/s/pass-the-body

Halloween 50-word stories:

http://www.literotica.com/s/fifteen-times-fifty

http://www.literotica.com/s/ghostly-interventions

 

[RobDownSouth]

I won first place in the Orlando Sentinel's 300-word Halloween Horror Story challenge back in 1995. A singularly stellar achievement in mah writing career.

Some background: In the first game of the 1995 NBA finals, Orlando Magic forward Nick Anderson had four chances to make one free throw in the last 10 seconds of the game to win over the Houston Rockets. He missed all four, and we lost.

I wrote a nifty little story about a little black kid named Nicky on a school playground years ago making a deal with the Devil, how it allowed him to make it to the NBA, and the terrible price he had to pay in front of an audience of millions.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

ROBs recurring Halloween Horror is paid employment requiring toil.