Ghost Story

The Nights Of October Ghost Stories
Welcome To The Nights Of October Ghost Stories!
The Nights Of October is a collection of 31 ghost stories, each for one night of October leading up to Halloween! Some of the ghost stories are real, some are unreal. Some will be very short, others longer. There is terror and sweetness and light, as well as just things to ponder. There will be ghost stories of romance, and some of horror; some will be just for plain fun! I have always thought telling ghost stories a great part of the Halloween season. Along the way, there will be some bonus ...

The Night Of October First
Have you ever found yourself in a real haunted house?
How would you know it was haunted? Would you not believe it unless a full fledged ghost showed itself to you, rattling chains and moaning? Well, I can tell you, I have yet to run into a ghost that does that - and I have run into many ghosts. There are ghosts of the past - and ghosts of the future. Here is a story that might open your eyes - and your ears... Is this story true, or one for sitting beside the fire? The answer is at the bottom of the page - don't peek!

The Night Of October Third
I first saw him out of the corner of my eye.
He just walked into the living room while I was dusting. He stood in the entrance to the hallway, turned to see I was there, acted startled, and disappeared. I smiled. He was not the first ghost I've seen, he will not be the last, but it was sort of interesting to see who it was. I wondered why he would show up like that. Then I kept dusting. The Roomie unlocked the front door soon afterwards, and piled into the house with several unexpected friends. Oh. Maybe that's why the ghost showed up,...

The Night Of October Second
I opened the door very gently...
I don't like to disturb Lucien when he's at work. He's a brilliant artist. I've never seen such colorful, vivid, deep paintings. He always laughs when I just stand there amazed. "You know this, why does it still surprise you?" I just shake my head - "why shouldn't it?" Unbelievable work. I just want to soak it all in. But there are times when I'm asked to disturb him and I don't want to. A few understanding people know his secret, and respect his privacy, but there are times when his help is...

The Night Of October Fifth
He was so happy...
It was a lazy, lazy October morning and he was just off his usual night shift, fighting corruption in the field. He loved his work, but not as much as he loved his sofa, beaten down to absolute perfection, just the right length, just the right softness, just the right angle to get the warmth of the morning sun without all the glaring light in his eyes. he turned his back on the world and instantly snored. Little did he know what terrors awaited him.

The Night Of October Fourth
Her nails dug into my arms.
I didn't know until that moment that girls' hands were like claws. But I was only puzzled. She was so terrified. We were fourteen years old and walking through this absolutely terrific haunted house on an amusement strip in Panama City Florida. I know people are used to huge amusement parks now, but I don't think they have ever been as inventive as the little strips and fairs that used to snake through the south. This place got my pre-teen vote for the best haunted house ever. But - "Why ar...

The Night Of October Tenth
She plopped down in front of her PC and entered her anonymous id.
"I loooove the Internet" she cooed, as she got ready for another night of bashing, trashing and cashing in on people. She'd found the easiest way to get traffic to her website was to attack people on the Internet and threaten to write about them on her website. The poor schmucks would then come by regularly to check on what had been written - and...instant cash! She'd pick on someone with a lot of friends who'd also come and post how dare she attack that good soul. it was all good and easy: s...

The Night Of October The Sixth
Boom!
Do you ever wonder what rides on a lightning bolt? What comes down from the sky and runs through the earth on all that energy? What if that's one of the ways someone comes back from the other side? And what kind of spirit would use lightning as a way to return... Makes you even more afraid of lightning, doesn't it? Should it?

The Night Of October Ninth
I never could read scary stories when I was little. I didn't watch a scary movie until I was in college. I still watch the exit sign a lot if I go to see any movie with gore and violence in it. I am such a coward. But if I turn around and there's a demon standing there, eight feet tall, with coal flame eyes and steam spouting nostrils, I'll sigh and say "either behave or go, I have no time for you. Lot's to do today."

The Night Of October Eighth
"The moon isn't a ball in the sky: The moon is a door to heaven that is open when heaven is happy, and closed when heaven is sad," my grandmother once told me when I was little. "Unh!" My grandfather snorted into his newspaper. "Why are you telling the child that bald faced story?" "it's not a story, it's the truth!" "Well tell her a more normal story, like there's a man in the moon, or it's made of cheese. If she goes telling that one, all the kiddies will laugh and then what will you hav...