Halloween

Last Halloween me and my cousins were trick or treating and we were near some woods. So we stupidly dared each other to go in me and my cousin beck were so scared we held hands. Half way in we heard screams and footsteps but we were the only ones out but we went on. Soon we were very deep in the woods. All of a sudden we see these red and white lights zooming around they were very strong but not to small and not too big about the size of quarters. It seemed that we were watching from some where else. We could still hear screaming and yelling. Then we saw like the outline of a human but not quite human. it was thinner and what seemed like blood on its hands and body it didn't seem to have a mouth or nose but seemed to communicate. At that point we were all ready to get out. and than we ran with all our might out of there. When we got home and were playing in the dark we heard a high pitched scream! It was so loud it couldn't have been human; and we saw the form again then everything went white for me the next thing I knew it was morning.

The Spirit in the Gloom

It was 1:54 am, and me and a few friends were having a séance. We decided to call back a kid we knew from school who had been killed in a car accident the year before. We created a dark and gloomy atmosphere, we put dark silky sheets on the floor with a circle of candles in the middle of all of us. Candles were also assorted around the room, along with incense of all different scents, the smoke from these filled the room with a sort of misty feel. We all held hands and started the process, our eyes closed. The room started to feel humid and muggy and the smoke from the incense started swirling around up. A light came from the middle of the candles which awoke us from out trancelike state. The feeling I got was terrifying like I was being pulled inside out, being swallowed up when we saw a figure, vaguely recognizable. It was him and he wasn't happy we never really thought it would work and when it did we all scattered. We never did this again because of the feelings that we had felt

The Deadly Red Mist

I didn't want it to happen....It just did. I was with my younger sister (14) in our house in Peace River. A ghost I swear followed us down the hall. My sister started to choke. Gagging she said, "Someone is strangling me...." I tried to help her but nothing worked. She was dead then a red mist floated up from her body and her eyes fell out. I screamed and ran out. We had a funeral for her and we moved out of our house. But the people that live there now say you can here a young girl crying in the hall where she died and they have no children.... And a red cold mist lurks in the downstairs bathroom they claim. And I told no one of it........

Cartoons Come Alive

A while ago my family moved into the house of an old cartoonist. He had died in the basement a few years before, so we never went down there. 

But one night my Mom heard squeaking noises in the basement. About two days later she had the exterminator come and make sure we didn't have rodents. Well, it ended up that we did, so we figured that if the exterminator was going down there anyway, we might as well.

When we got all the way down the creaky dusty steps, we noticed something that was really spooky and weird. Instead of a desk or a table where we expected the cartoonist to have drawn, there were life-sized pictures of old movie cartoons like Mickey Mouse and Charlie Brown and Betty Boop painted all over the walls. After seeing them, my Mom and my younger sister started having nightmares about them because they were so creepy looking.

Finally my dad promised them that he would repaint the basement walls so we wouldn't have to see them again. When the first coat of paint dried, we noticed something even scarier. All the characters had been covered by the paint, except for Betty Boop, even though Dad had painted over her too. We kept trying to paint over her, but she kept coming back. Finally, on the 4th try, Dad noticed something weird. She wasn't all the way finished. There were still some places she hadn't been
painted in.

That day we went over to the neighbors house to see if they knew anything about all of this, and they explained that the cartoonist had died while painting Betty. That same day we packed up and left, and I'm pretty sure no one has moved there since.

Boots in the Attic

I was lying in my bed one night and I started to hear strange noises in the ceiling above me. I thought well it must be pigeons. I went back to sleep for about an hour. I awoke to this horrible screeching noise like a woman screaming and running combat boots. Then it sounded like a gun went off. I called my mother in and I told her and she didn't believe me. As she started to leave my room she heard the boots. After that all I started to hear was the combat boots pacing the attic floor. Then a few nights later it stopped and I never heard it again.