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[Smelly old Hob]

On a foggy night, as thick as pea soup, a man was driving along a mountain road when his car got flat tires. 2 flats on a side, but he saw nothing that could do that on the road nor on the tires. Not wanting to stay there, he began walking down the road to find help. As he walked alone, he noticed some headlights behind him.

"A car! I'll ask them for help," he thought.
But this car was moving ever so slowly.
Just nudging along....
with no driver.....

Freaked out, he wanted to run, but the car beckoned him to take a seat inside. Coming right by him, in a daze, he sat in the passenger seat. It was quite comfortable, even strangely relaxing. When he looked ahead, they were heading towards the edge of the cliff. Panic struck as he tried to open the door, Locked. No way of unlocking it, He eyed the wheel.

"Do I dare turn the wheel? What if it won't budge?"

As he looked, a ghostly hand reached in through the driver-side window. The man sat frozen as it turned the car, then disappeared back out. Then another cliff appeared, and the ghostly hand appeared to turn the wheel. The man could do nothing but sit there, his fate within this phantom car and hand, for what seemed like an hour.

With his wits end, he took his shoe and smashed the window. The car lurched to a halt as he scraped his way out. Footsteps can now be heard all around coming towards him. He began running with all his might.

Out of the fog, other sources of light started appearing. With a big sigh of relief, it read "Gas Stop and Food". He rushed in the little restaurant. The man took a seat to recollect what he has experienced. He felt the need to tell his story to someone, anyone, so he called over the waitress. As she listened, 2 men came walking in. They suddenly pointed to the man.

"Hey John, there's the guy who sat in our car while we were pushing."

::Side note:: I'll post more soon.

[Smelly old Hob]

James was a man who had poor impulse control. After just a year of living in his own home after moving out of his parents' house, he was already overwhelmed with bills. He'd spend too much of his money on unnecessary things, even pornography. Eventually, he'd buy prostitutes for the night, but his hunger for sex was too strong that nothing ever satisfied him. One day he said to himself, "Just one perfect woman is all I need, then maybe my addiction will be gone and I can get out of debt".

During the following night of sleep, he had a dream.

In this dream, he walked into his bathroom and found a beautiful woman staring back at him in the mirror. She had rather large breasts, and the rest of her body was seemingly perfect as well. He knew this was a dream, but it was odd that he could only control himself and not the woman as well. After a few moments of awkward silence, she removed her jeans and said, "For every night you visit me, I will remove one piece of clothing". After that, he woke up. "Surely", he thought, "this is a sign of good things to come."

For three more nights, he would visit that woman in his dream. She removed her shirt one night, then her bra, then her underwear. On the night she took off her underwear she said, "Come to me once more tomorrow night and we can make love". The next night in James' dream, he was very excited. He walked into his bathroom and saw that she was on her back and ready to go. Taking off his clothes, and hoping to begin what would be a pleasurable night with no regrets, no consequences, and no worries, he eagerly jumped into the mirror.




The police found his body three days later. There were words written on the back of the mirror in blood:


"Lust is a deadly sin."

[Smelly old Hob]

A married couple, with a young son, was always fighting, bickering, you name it. One day out of pure rage, the father murdered the mother. He hid his crime well, no one suspected anything. But he noticed something strange about his son. The boy never complained about the absence of his mother.

"Son, why aren't you calling out for Mommy? Most little boys would want their mommy to be with them. Tell me what's bothering you."

The little boy replied, "I'm fine. I was just curious why you're always carrying Mommy on your back."

::That one creeped me out bad.::

[Smelly old Hob]

In their high school years there was this perfect couple that lived the perfect life and were both prom king and queen...so when they graduate they went to college and lived the perfect life and graduated from there as well..so soon they got married...they had the perfect life and were rich and had a big house and everything was perfect so one day they decided to have a baby...when they had the baby boy it came out ugly...they were both terrified...five years passed and one night the couple and the boy were going to a party that was up in the mountains...the boy needed to pee...so the mother had the idea of throwing the boy over the cliff and the father agreed...so she does it...no one ever finds out what happens...and a few years later they finally decide to have another child...this time it was the perfect child they always asked for...so again five years later they were going to the party again and again the little boy had to pee...so they stop at the edge of a cliff to let him pee...but before the little boy leaves he asks his parents...please don't push me off the cliff again.

::I am getting too creeped out to read thease any more. It's daylight out and I am getting chills FTW. Maybe post some more later.::

[Smelly old Hob]

After nearly an hour of mindless searching, he finally came across an old cabin. Night had already fallen, so he had no choice but to spend the night here. He cracked open the door and peeked inside. It was pitch black inside, but he could immediately tell that it was only a single room large. He walked into the center of the cabin, plopped down on the cold wooden floor. The building was very small. While lying down, he only had about two feet to spare in all directions. Even the ceiling was awfully low. He may as well have been lying in a coffin...

However, he couldn't sleep. Something was keeping him awake... making him feel uneasy... What was it? He didn't know, so all he could do was stare up at the ceiling...

Soon, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could begin make out shapes on the walls. What were they? He was soon able to tell...

They were portraits! At least thirty of them spread out among the four walls... even a few on the ceiling! They showed a variety of faces - boys, girls, children, seniors... all painted that ghastly shade of black and white. And they all seemed to be staring at him.
Yes, they all were staring...
Watching him...
Observing him...

But the man wasn't afraid. In fact, when he wasn't hunting, he was an artist. Therefore, he found the portarits to be quite compelling. Wow, these portraits are wonderful, he thought. That color... so eerie. The unhappy facial expressions... so well done! And something about them... some property within each and every one... they all seemed so real...
Well, he thought, I should check these out in the morning. For now I must sleep...
The last thing he saw before dozing off was the portraits on the ceiling, staring down at him as he lay himself down to sleep...

The next morning the man awoke with a start. The second he woke up, he remembered the portraits. Oh, yes, I must get a closer look at them, he thought. The sun had barely even begun to rise, and the cabin was still quite dark inside, but he couldn't contain himself. He jumped up in excitement - and stopped...

They were gone.
All the portraits were gone...
All that was left were the frames...
Impossible, he thought. They were here last night!
He slowly approached on frame on the south wall.
He walked slowly... slowly...
...Until he was right in front of it...
Chills went up his spine when he saw realized...
They weren't even picture frames.
They were windows...
...Small, square windows...

[Smelly old Hob]

...before it was a hotel, it was a mansion owned by a certain person. It was built in the style of an old western house, but they say that a "retro" look was in vogue at the time. The new owners thought it strange...they counted and counted, but it seemed there was one room missing on the third floor. The spacing was wrong. There should have been six rooms....and all the rooms on the second floor matched up right. Six on the second floor, but just five on the third.

Then, it came up when the people renting out the room were saying that they couldn't shake the feeling that there was a room next door to the one they had rented. The group was sure their room was the last on the row, but stepping outside, they could see that the wall continued on. That very night, from the wall of the room they were staying in....the very wall they had just been talking about...They heard a noise on the other side.

scritch
scritch

A scratching sound, and it went on and on.

At first, the people who heard it thought that they imagined it. But the next day, they told some other guests, and everyone listened that night...they could all hear it. There was a scratching sound, and it went on and on. Every night while they stayed, it was always the same. Finally they couldn't take it anymore, and they went to the hotel management to complain. The man at the front desk blanched when he heard the story. All he said was, "I knew it. When other renters stayed in that room for the night, they always heard it....a scratching sound."

He told them that there did seem to be another room on the other side of that wall. But before they'd bought the building from the previous owner, the passageway had been walled off. Because there had been so many complaints, they decided to tear down the wall in order to make sure of what was on the other side. So they called in a contractor, and since it would happen the next day, the renters decided to stay to see what was behind the wall.

The contractor came the next day, and they broke through the wall. It turned out that there was a passageway there. And there was another room next door to the one the group was staying in. It looked like it should be exactly the same as the other rooms...however...there wasn't any knob at the door. There was caulking all along the door and boards nailed accross. It was caulked u tight so not a crack was visible. There was no way to open the door.

They had come to make sure, and that's what they were going to do! So they busted the door down. And on the inside, there, in red letters.....

"FATHER, PLEASE! LET ME OUT!"

...was written all over the walls.

[Smelly old Hob]

WARNING The following storie IS gross, I am only posting it becuase as well as gross it = shocking and scary, if you have morals skip this post.


A creak of wood, a tick of the clock, and the fall of ice sounded the presence of tension. Elmer Fredrickson stood by his heavy oak dresser, holding the glass in his hands, unable to take a drink. Rather, the ticking of the giant grandfather clock down the hall was so much more soothing. The constant clicks were ever present, always reliable and expected. With the glass of darkened brandy in his hands, he simply stood and listened, waiting for something, anything. But nothing happened, so he finally downed the drink.

Norma Louise Fredrickson laid on the bed in the same room, on top of the sheets, ignoring Elmer to the best of her abilities. She only looked at the ceiling, her eyes focused on the curious, bumpy surface of the white paint. Little details like that always did interest her, even when she first met her husband.

Elmer despised details. They got in the way. There were always so many, they always added up and they always stopped him from doing what he wanted to do. In his angrier moments, he would be agitated by his wife's fixation on matters that longed to be overlooked but couldn't. Of course, he knew she was right. She was always right, which is why he felt so hurt right now.

He poured another glass of brandy, and noticed the second, empty glass sitting at the back of the big oak dresser. "You want a drink?"

His voice was tired and weary. He was a beaten down man, and the fact couldn't be hidden. The response he received was all the more brutal.

Nothing.

Norma Louise refused to talk to him, and had been doing so all day. It seemed that all she did those days was stay to herself in this room, laying down, sleeping, eating nothing. He blamed himself. He did so over and over, and even the dark liquid going down his throat ceased to ease his pain.

They loved each other, he knew it, but these fights were always so unbearable. He fought back tears, and put his hand to his face. All the while, the grandfather clock down the hall ticked away.

***

Makeup sex always was the best.

As usual, Elmer came down on top of Norma Louise, kissing her beautiful face, petting her cheek. His hand was slightly shaky, and for good reason. Because of the recent trouble, he had been denied this for so many nights. This was the end of a weeklong fast. That night, however, she let him have her.

Her legs parted as he bore down on top. Thrusting back and forth, grunting with each push, he relished the person embracing him. But at the same time, there was a certain sense of disappointment. Ever since they married, she always took the submissive position in bed. It was nice for a while, but tiring. She always demanded that he be the one to do the work, and it was the same for this night. She refused to take a more active role, and instead simply let him have her in the normal missionary position. Of course, given the current situation, he didn't dare argue with her.

And so they continued into the night, arms grasped to each other, moving together as one body in a rhythmic motion. The window was open, letting the cool night breeze linger in, and their soft sounds of lovemaking trail off into the country.

It was moments like these that Elmer Fredrickson relished. It was moments like these that Elmer Fredrickson needed. He wanted it to last forever. And the grandfather clock in the hall ticked away.

***

Elmer brought the iced lemonade out on the front porch, but they didn't bother drinking any. Things were good again, and when things were good, they didn't need lemonade to keep them happy. The two simply sat on the swinging bench, gently rocking in the wind, looking at the sunset to the west. They sat next to each other, Elmer on the left, Norma Louise on the right. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and held her warmly, just like they did when they were dating back in high school.

Elmer couldn't help but smile. Despite all the trouble, they were still together. Things were just like they always were. She was still his girl, and he was still her man. At that moment, he didn't let any of life's troubles get him down. He didn't care about the mindless job he held. He didn't care about the recent money expenses. He didn't care about the totaled car in the garage. He was happy, and only because he had Norma Louise.

And so they sat together well into the evening, doing nothing but being with each other. The sun set, and they sighed. Norma Louise let her head fall and rest on the shoulder of Elmer, and Elmer let his fall and rest on the crown of hers.

A dead cloud passed overhead.

For several minutes they sat that way, until a car pulled up the dirt road. The gravel screamed and crunched underneath the weight of the wheels, and the last rays of a spent sun reflected off its wide window. As it came to a stop, Elmer couldn't help but notice something a little off. He sat up and looked at Norma Louise.

"Honey, what's that smell?"

***

"My God, I just don't believe it. I mean, how can somebody do that?"

"I don't know, Sheriff, but don't worry, we'll find him."

The two officers stood around the crime scene, lighting up the place with their flashlights. The Sheriff chewed on a long straw of grass and still wore his enormous sunglasses, even though it was well into the night. The other officer just stood with his hands on his sides, shaking his head.

"I mean, just who in the hell would have the mind to do something like this?" roared the Sheriff. "It just don't make sense!"

"I know, Sheriff."

"Of all the crimes in this county, there ain't been nothin' like this that I ever head of."

"I know, Sheriff."

"Of all the things a person can steal, why in the hell would they steal this? That just ain't right!"

"I know, Sheriff."

"And just what are they gonna do with it? Really, what do you do with a thing like that? I can't think of a darned thing, that's for sure. It's beyond me."

"I know, Sheriff."

"So, who in the hell would you reckon do something like this?"

"I don't know, Sheriff."

The two moped around the scene for a little bit, until another police car pulled up and came to a stop. An officer got out of the car, his face white and eyes wide.

"Hey there, Jimmy," called the Sheriff. He craned his neck and noticed that nobody else was in the car with him. "Elmer didn't want to come down himself? How'd he take it?"

Jimmy, the third officer, didn't reply, but merely walked the rest of the way towards the two officers standing near the crime scene. He stopped once he reached them, and took his hat off.

"Um.Sheriff?" His voice cracked, and he put a hand through his perspiring hair.

"What is it, boy?"

"Elmer's at his house right now."

"I can see that. And I told you to get him down here! What's wrong with you boy?"

The younger officer didn't look away. "The entire police station is at his house too."

Silence followed. Even the crickets stopped their chirping.

The Sheriff finally took his glasses off and looked at the stricken officer with piercing eyes. "Now what did you say? Would you please do us all a favor and explain yourself? Just what is going on here?"

The younger officer put his hat back on. "I think you better come see it for yourself. Something.not right has happened."

A gust of wind swept through the cemetery, and the patter of a flock of birds hung in the air like winter leaves past their prime. The three officers walked away from the ravaged grave, its dirt shoveled to the side, its coffin pried open and empty, and its tombstone blazoned with the name of Norma Louise Fredrickson.

-till death do you part.

[Smelly old Hob]

Now to clean the palet, not so much of a ghost story as a monster story and not so scary as funny. Original format is being used, hence the lack of punctuation indenting and general spelling.


The other day i was outside in the dark when i heard strange noises coming from the abandoned house in the woods in my backyard. i crept through the trees very sneaky like and saw that there was this super paranormal light in the window of the abandoned house in the woods in my backyard. i was very scared but i wasn't scared so i opened the door and walked into the abandoned house in the woods in my backyard. when i got in i saw the scary things in there and i almost just lost it. the bats were everywhere and on the ground were skulls and tattered remains of some sort of clothing type material. i think it was human skin so i didnt touch it. but then the paranomalist thing happened. i looked up at the stairs and saw this monster like creature on the top of the stairs in the abandoned house in the woods in my backyard! it had these glowing beedy red beady eyes and i saw that this monster was not happy at all. the monsterous monster glared at me and i knew that i was in place i should not be in place. i glared right back at that monster AND SAID "HEY YOU GET OUT" but he didnt listen. he stomped down those big stairs and i just let go. after i was done my pants were soaked. i was so scared i turned around and ran out of the door but the door was locked so i didnt do any running so i was still trapped. i closed my eyes and hoped it would open but i heard the big old monster grunting and walking down the stair so i PUSHED THE DOOR OPEN WITH MY BARE HANDS and i ran out of the abandoned house in the woods in my backyard. i ran back to my house and i can still see that paranormal light in the abandoned house in the woods in my backyard.
Ok i tell you EXACTLY what happened. i grabbed my axe and my flashlight and my ax and i ran out to that there abandoned house in the woods in my backyards. i saw that paranormal light in the window again and i knew the big monster was there. i opened the door WITH MY BARE HANDS and barged in there ready to battle some monsters. on the floor was a note. it said dear shankdaddyx i know u try to kill me but i am too much of monster to let you hahahahahahahaha. i thought i was reading it but then i realized SOMEONE WAS SAYING IT THERE WAS NO NOTE OH MY GOD! i turned around and saw the monster he was at least 13 feet tall with eyes like the devil. i was so scared a lot but then i said you know what I AIN'T SCARED. i grabbed that monster and shook him up real good like. he said stop but i said NO YOU MONSTER I WILL DEFEET YOU. the monster growled monster-like and grabbed me. SOON HE WAS SHAKING ME AND NOT VICE VERSA. i knew that there monster got the best of me so i had to get out. the door was locked though. the monster kept shaking me but i tried for the door BUT IT WAS LOCKED. the door was locked though. the monster kept shaking me but i tried for the door BUT IT WAS LOCKED. when i saw the monster glaring i know i had to fight back. USING BARE HANDS I RIPPED THE DOOR OPEN AND RAN OUT. the monster won again but i aint scared im going back.

ok guys i ventured out into the dark darkness once again. it didnt go any better. when i got to the door it was bordered shut. i dont think i could have gotten in but luck for me i had my hammer with me. i crushed the boards with it easy like. the boards were crumplered so they were easy broken. this monsterous like monster was trying to send me a massage. BUT I WASNT LISTENING. I HAD TO GET THIS THING. i walked right into that darn house and once again there was the human flesh on the ground. i stepped over it though because it was old news. the paranormal light was still super mega bright almost blindedly. i waved my hands to cover the light and it did not succeed. the monster was walking down those same stairs again. "HEY YOU I SAID GET OUT OF HERE shankdaddyx" the monster yelled and grunted. i grunted back "NO I AM HERE TO DESTROY YOU" and i grunted. the monster who was about 16 feet in length just took big steps toward me again but I DIDNT BACK DOWN OK. he grabbed me but i easily dodgeded it. i ran past him up the stairs. but oh no. one of them broke. my foot got stuck. i was worried. the monster turned around. he grunted "NOW I GOT YOU" and started back up them big stairs with those monster steps. i screamed but not like a girl more like a manly man and with all my might AND A LITTLE HELP FROM MY BARE HANDS I RIPPEDED MY LEG CLEAN OFF OF MY LEG. I MEAN MY FOOT. i then grabbed my foot so i can sew it on later. i havent yet it still in freezer but that another story. anyways i ran at the monster down the stairs but since i had one foot i tripped and rolled down all fast. i tripped the monster on the legs and he fell right on me MAN OH MAN HE IS A BIG. it hurt but not too much hurt. "NOW YOU GONNA GET IT" he grunted all grunt like. i was too fast for him tho. he try getting up WHAM I PULL HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING shankdaddyx" he said but i did not reply i was concentrating. i used my might to PUSH HIM OFF ME and then i high tailed it out of there. i had to repair my leg i mean my foot. now i am repairing it. i am adding laser beams to make it stronger.

[Smelly old Hob]

A man lived on the 6th floor of an apartment building and was lonely. One day he noticed the figure of a woman dancing in a swaying motion in an apartment across from his building. The curtain was drawn, so he could only see the shadow. Everyday he looked out his window, he would see her dancing. Finally, the lonely man fell in love with the dancing woman and decided to pay her a visit. He bought a bouquet of fresh flowers and went to her building, climbing the steps to her floor.

He knocked on the door but no one answered. He knocked again but no one answered. He could have sworn he had just seen her dancing in the window. Worried that something had happened to her, he kicked the door open. He was heart broken by what he saw.

The woman was hanging from the ceiling in front of the window, her body swaying from side to side as if she was dancing.

[Smelly old Hob]

There was a father whose child had been lost for 2 days, on the search for him, his car ran out of gas while with his wife. He decided to go search for him on foot while getting gas...

Prior to the car running out of gas, they heard on the radio that a mass murderer who hung his victims dry, then ate the remains a few days later, was on the loose. Before the husband left, the wife said "well how will i know if its you and not the murderer" . The husband being smart said that he will knock 3 times on the roof of the car to let him in(because she was going to lock the doors), after about an hour the wife was getting really scared and was about to get out of the car and look for help when she heard a tap on the roof of the car. The wife was so pleased to know that her husband was back safely. The wife heard 2 more taps and was about to open the door when she suddenly heard 3 more taps on the roof. The wife, knowing that her husband only said 3 taps did not open the door.

The sky now was pouring rain and she was getting very cold. Suddenly she hears a police car and the police man breaks open the door and tells the woman, "For gods sake, do not turn around no matter what". the woman takes about 10 steps and says "i must know where my husband is and im not going to leave him", she turns behind her and see's her husband hung from a tree above the broken down car, the wind blowing his legs, hitting the top of the car...

[Smelly old Hob]

Late on March night in the English county of Lancashire, a man of average height and middle years left a tavern called the White Bull and headed down a narrow lane for home. His name was Gabriel Fisher and with him was his dog Trotty. Fisher was, perhaps, a little merrier than he had been during the day, but that night's journey was to sober him quickly.

A sickle moon cast its thing light down on tree and hedgerow; the evening was chilly, and Fisher walked along briskly enough, hearing little else but his own soft footfalls. As the man and his dog reached the midway point of their homeward journey, however, the silence was shattered by a high pitched scream.

The dog began to whine. Fisher automatically ordered it to silence, and the sound of his own voice helped restore his courage. He peered into the gloom. On the road ahead was a figure, roughly human in form, though at that distance and in that light it was hard to say. Firmly gripping his walking staff, Fisher approached. The figure was a woman. She must have emitted the scream herself - but why was a woman abroad at this hour, on this little-traveled road?

Even as he pondered this, his dog turned tail and fled. Fisher shouted after it, shrugged, then hurried to catch up with the woman, who had begun walking in the direction he himself was taking. She spoke not a word, and her bowed head was concealed by a large bonnet. Fisher drew up beside her and began to question her, but to his solicitous queries she made only the faintest replies. Yet her voice was somehow soothing - teasing, even, with a hint of lovely melody. He adjusted his long step to her shorter one and paced beside her down the road.

She carried a large, cloth covered market basket, and after a moment, Fisher asked if he might carry it for her. She handed the basket to him, and he happily settled the wicker handle on his arm. The woman's gentle voice said, :You're much too kind." Then it broke into and unpleasantly mocking, tinkling laugh. Fisher looked in some surprise toward his companion but she was turned away from him. Apparently examining the hedge that bordered the road. The laugh sounded again, more loudly.

It came from the basket. Fisher stopped in his tracks and with a horrified oath flung the basket away. As he stared, it hit the ground, and a head - whiter than the cloth that had concealed it - bounced out onto the road. Teeth shone in the wide-stretched mouth, from which issued a stream of cackling giggles. Fisher whirled to face his companion, who had turned toward him. Her bonnet had fallen back, her shoulders shook with soundless laughter, and she had no head.

Fisher leaped over the basket and took off down the road, running as he had not run since boyhood. Over the pounding of his heart he heard scuffling and then quick footsteps behind him. He ran on, his breath coming in loud sobs, and as he ran he looked back, only to see the arm of the woman raised high, lifting the head like a lantern.

The head laughed again, and she threw it at him. It struck the dirt and of its own accord sprang back into the air, whisking past Fisher, its eyes glittering and its teeth clacking.

When it again landed in the road, Fisher made an attempt to jump over it, but the head jumped too, snapping at his ankles. Once more the head passed him, then cut in front of his path and forced a second leap from Fisher, one that took his feet just clear of the vicious, biting grin. Fully caught up in its macabre sport now, the head played about his feet, snapping and laughing maniacally.

Fisher sped on, too terrified to tire or even to look back, although he realized that the woman and her head were close behind him. When he came to a shallow stream that ran across the road, he charged through it in an explosion of spray, then continued up a rise in the road.

As he crested the hill, Fisher cast a quick glance over his shoulder, and the sight he saw that one instant was impressed on his mind for the rest of his days. Below him, on the far side of the stream, stood a woman's figure, tall and stolid and headless still. Around its feet cavorted the head, snapping and snarling like some outlandish terrier. The hair of the head was caked with mud and the face blotched with dust, yet the head's baleful energy seemed to have reached a new pitch: Fisher could see its eyes blazing with malignity and hear a hellish echo in its cackling laughter.

Sick with loathing, he ran on. But he ran alone. The ghost, apparently limited in territory like others of its kind, could not cross running water.

[Smelly old Hob]

On day, a Business man in Japan came home from work. His neighbors had moved and sold their house. He looked to see the new neighbors.

As he looked he screamed and fainted...

The new Neighbors were Foreigners

[Smelly old Hob]

Several centuries ago, something haunted a small fishing village huddled among the rock falls fringing a Norwegian fjord. For five long years, something wandered near the houses and wailed on the wind. A fisherman in the village was the first to discover what it was.

This is how he learned. He lay one night among his family in their hut of roughly chinked logs, and on that night, although the wind mumbled around the walls and rattled at the latch, no crying was heard and no footsteps pattered outside. For the first time in years, the only noises were natural ones, and the fisherman slept soundly.

In the small hours, however, he was roused by the goats that shared the family's hut. They had begun to shuffle uneasily in the straw. He looked around with the alertness of the suddenly awakened. But nothing seemed amiss. The air was close with the fetor of animals and the breath of the sleeping children, nestled together for warmth. Beside him, his wife lay deep in dreams.

Then he saw what had disturbed the goats. A patch of moonlight fell on the back of the door, and in its light the fisherman discerned a thin thread of smoke uncoiling from the keyhole. The merest wisp of vapour, it sank lazily toward the floor, vanishing in the gloom. The man's eyes strained to follow it and caught, near the base of the door, a glimmer uncannily like bare skin.

He watched transfixed as the faint luminosity resolved itself into human - or near human - form. Crawling from the darkness, its skin blue with cold, its ribs starting from a withered torso and its wide eyes fastened on his own, was am apparition of his own child, an infant boy who had died five years before. The ghost approached across the straw-strewn floor in silence. Jolted into action at last, the man shook his wife awake.

She gave a whimper of recognition as the infant crept across her legs and belly. The man snatched at the small figure, thinking to pull it away, but his hands closed on a substance as cold, hard and inexorable as glacial ice. His wife gasped for breath as the weight of the ghost crushed her chest. The little arms reached for her face. Tiny hands churned for an instance in the mother's eye sockets, and the next moment, the apparition was gone. The woman's whimper rose to a scream, and blood welled where her eyes had been. She was blind. The following night, the wailing and the pattering in the lanes around the village began again - and would continue for many years.

To give some background information: The infant ghost had been born sickly into a family that already had too many mouths to feed, and it had been exposed. The fisherman and his wife had scratched a shallow grave in the wilds outside their hamlet and left the child alone there to die and stiffen in the stinging cold. Death soon released the child's spirit from the little body. Later that same day, the fisherman covered the grave. He and his wife felt no remorse.

Thats it for now.

[Muath]

god damn all these posts are one story? because thats hella long story and im lazy to read it lol

[Smelly old Hob]

No each post is its own ghost story, I have been collecting them from all over for awhile. Helluva good way to pass time at work, esp since you have all those people around to comfort you if you get too scared...

Unless you work in the basement of a cemetary...

Then your screwed. Lock the door and keep a heavy blunt object near by.

[hxiss]

lmao thats good advice ''Oh no there comming to get me!!!'' lol

[Smelly old Hob]

Yes imagine my embarrasment when I found myself holding my co worker after reading teh boy and cliff story.

Talk about a sticky situation. Two males standing in the hall way one clutching tightly to the other mumbling about cliffs and children and red eyes omg. Not good.

[hxiss]

lmao omg thats funny and the funniest part is picturing the look on the other guys face lol that perked me right up

[Smelly old Hob]

I geuss the worst situation was...


About four months ago I was using my prep period to, what else, play on the internet. I was starting to build up my stories data base. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Now remember this is at my work when no one else is supposed to be around and I am freaking on some scary omgzors stories. So natural reaction I whip around and punch, my startled co worker in the tit. Thankfully she and I had known eachother forr years so she didn't make a deal of it. I never did apologize for the fist extension to her knockers, but it servers her right trying to sneak up on me.

[hxiss]

lol dude thats why when i see some1 i wanna talk to sitting alone ESPESCIALLY sitting at a computer lol say hey from atleast 5 ft away lol. i learnd that the hard way myself. just took 1 time for me to walk behind my bf many yrs ago while he was glued to daggerfall and i tapped him on the shouldnt. he jerked his head back and caught me in the chin with the back of his head OMG did THAT ver hurt like a motha fukker!!! lmao he felt horrible for it tho and i definantly learnd a valuable lesson from it. nvr sneak up on a guy in his zone