Ghost Stories
Strange Visions
by jjjones@clandjop.com
It wasn't until the last month that I found out that I actually had a story to tell. I mean, we've all seen things and sure, I've seen little black things out of the corner of my eye follow me on the way to school. I didn't think they were real. Just some figment of my imagination, dredged up from reading too many Steven King books, right? Then, one night I saw one in plain sight, though it looked like a black cat, i knew we had no black cats in the house. It ran across my mother's bedroom and under her bed, but never came out. Ever. Every now and then I would just get this feeling, like the night wasn't the friendlist place to be in, and when I did, I got the hell in doors and into the light...away from shadows. When I was very young, I remeber waking up to a white figure floating above my bed, more comical looking and friendly than scary, and in one blink it was gone. All this was many years ago, and as I moved out of one house and into another, everything stopped for awhile. But then, I would get the feeling that something was in my room, footsteps would fall on my plush carpet with no feet to leave them. My stereo would come on for no reason, would not turn off, and then just as mysteriously go off again. When I moved to college, everything was peaceful once again. But one night in my girlfriend's backyard, I saw what I thought was one of her sisters hiding under her dad's (big) truck. While her sisters have done that before, it seemed strange that one of them would have such a maniacal smile on her face. We went inside, only to find all of her sisters had been in the whole time, and then the same feeling hit me again...the night was not to be ventured in that night. But I filed all of this away, dismissing it on an overactive imagination. But now...now they've come back. Or maybe it's not the same ones, I don't know. But when my wife is in class in the morning and I'm sleeping in, I often awake to find a female shape standing at the foot of the bed, sometimes looking similiar to my wife, sometimes black with stringy hair. Once, and I pray to God I am wrong, it looked like it carried a decapitated head. More recently, I looked on our living room floor from another room and thought I saw my wife lying on the floor, smiling up at me. My wife was at work that night. As with all the other images, it lasted a brief second, and then it was gone. And then last night, I was on the phone with my friend, Curtis at 2:00am (both of us our nightowls, him more than me, but lately I developed this strange insomnia that won't let me go to sleep until 4 or 5 in the morning...), and I could feel somebody looking over my shoulder all the time, a precense beyond normal senses. I could move to another place, but would it really help? Tonight, I think they\it are\is back. And God forgive me, I don't know what to do about it, and I'm scared.
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The Piano
by warrenchuks@worldnet.att.net
Several years ago my family and I moved to New Hampshire. We bought a
huge, 200+ year old house, with about 200 acres of land to go with it. We
had this room with an antique piano in it. It was old and very out of tune.
A lot of the keys didn't even work or would get stuck. One night, I was in
the kitchen. I was alone in the house by several strange coincedences (my
mom was taking my brother to the hospital because he had gotten very sick,
and my dad was at the house next door "only for a minute"). Anyway, I began
to hear piano music. It was in perfect tune, coming from the room with the
piano in it. However, to get to the room, I had to cross through several
unlit rooms and hallways, then enter the piano room and turn on the lights -
and the lightswitch happened to be right next to the piano. I couldn't bring
myself to do it, even though I wasn't fearful of whatever was playing the
piano. After a few minutes, the music stopped. Then my dad came home. I
didn't say anything, but together we went to the room with the piano. I sat
down to try to play it - and it was horribly out of tune as it had always
been.
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