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The Worst Ghost Story Ever
When it comes to telling ghost stories, some people take their roles very seriously. From telling creepy tales around the campfire to writing frightening fiction about ghosts and haunted houses, there are many people who find this sort of thing very scary. However, these stories are often so unbelievable that you have to wonder if anybody would actually believe them. While these stories may seem absurdly ridiculous and impossible, there is a reason why they’ve persisted for so long. Humans have been telling ghost stories probably since the invention of speech. There are good reasons why they have stuck around for so long – because they are based in truth. Although the details may be more embellished than we can imagine, there is truth behind every one of these ghost stories. So let’s take a look at some of the most famous ghost stories and see what’s behind them... The Montague Mansion: The Montague Mansion is one of the most famous haunted places in America. It is also one of the most famous ghost stories in America. The story goes that around 100 years ago, the son of the owner of the house murdered his wife in a fit of rage. Since the murder, people who have stayed in that house have reported hearing screaming and crying, as well as seeing blood on the walls. The truth behind this ghost story is that the bloodstains were there when the house was purchased in the early 1900s. However, the story behind them is not as simple as a murder. The house was owned by a couple who had three children, two boys and one girl. When the girl was around 9 years old, she showed signs of a serious illness. Doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her, but they could tell that she was suffering from both physical pain and some sort of mental anguish. Eventually, her parents decided to put her into a mental institution. The Suicide Bridge: According to legend, the Suicide Bridge in Scotland is haunted by the ghosts of those who committed suicide by jumping off the bridge. In fact, it is said that if you walk across the bridge carrying a pair of scissors, the bridge will open up and swallow you whole. There is a very real reason why there are so many stories of ghosts near this bridge. In the early 1900s, the bridge was actually a very busy place. The bridge was where people would throw the bodies of loved ones who committed suicide into the water below. This practice was so common that it became known as “scuttling the bridge.” However, the bridge has since become a place where those who contemplate suicide go to get help. There is still a large network of support for people who suffer from depression, and these organizations often use the bridge as a place for people to go for help. The Woman in White: The Woman in White is one of the most famous ghost stories in Britain. The story goes that once you have seen the Woman in White, you will never be able to escape her. The woman is said to be the ghost of a woman who was left to die in a house fire. The story says that the woman’s husband started the fire in order to collect on her life insurance policy. The truth behind this ghost story is much more tragic. The Woman in White was a real woman who actually did die in a fire. However, she was not murdered by her husband. She was actually a single mother who was trying to make a living as a seamstress. She rented a room in a boarding house, and one night a fire broke out in the house. The woman was trapped on the third floor, and she died there. The Hookman: The Hookman is one of the most famous ghost stories in New York City. The story goes that a man would go around the city and approach people with an iron hook for a hand. He would then ask his victim a question and if they answered it wrong, he would kill them with the hook. The truth behind this ghost story is that it was probably connected to a series of murders in New York City in the 1970s. A man named David Berkowitz was nicknamed “the Son of Sam” and was known as the “Hookman” because he used a pair of old scissors to kill people. Berkowitz was later arrested, tried, and sentenced to five life sentences in prison. The Old Asylum for the Insane: The Old Asylum for the Insane is a very old and scary looking building in New York City. The building was originally built as an asylum for the insane and operated in this capacity for many years. However, in 1913, the building was shut down and abandoned. People who have explored the building have reported strange noises and feelings of being watched. There are many ghost stories connected to this building. There is even a famous horror movie about the place. The truth behind this ghost story is surprisingly simple. The building was actually shut down because it was incredibly unsanitary. The patients were living in squalor, and the terrible conditions were bound to lead to infection. The building was torn down long ago and replaced with a much smaller building that still operates today. Bottom line: This brings us to the end of our article. We’ve seen that there is some truth behind every scary story. In fact, there have probably been people embellishing the facts behind these stories since long before they were written down. So the next time you hear a scary story, remember that it’s probably not as far-fetched as it seems.
By PP3 years ago in Horror
‘They/Them’ Movie Review
They/Them is a new Peacock original slasher film written and directed by award-winning playwright and screenwriter John Logan. The film is about a conversion camp for queer youth run by the charismatic Owen Whistler (Kevin Bacon) where we follow a group of new arrivals, particularly a nonbinary teen named Jordan (Theo Germaine). I don’t want to say anymore about the plot, but needless to say, they don’t exactly try to make queer conversion therapy look good (which it isn’t).
By Will Lasley3 years ago in Horror
Behind You
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Many years ago, there was a girl named Gloria, and she was the sweetest thing. Gloria had the most playful laugh and the biggest smile, and everyone thought she was just an angel. Her family lived near a river in a cabin, and, each day, she would walk an hour with her big brother Daren to get to town and go to school.
By Rita C3 years ago in Horror
A Night to Remember
An insecure butterfly cocoons herself in the 2006 Sonata her father gave to her as a birthday present. Twinkling of stars shine on, leading to home, Henry. All the home she needs. Her cracked IPhone screen bears a message from her first love. She ignores the message, quickly adjusting her vehicle to the vicinity of the road. Another message. Tonight's prom night, he told her he didn’t want to attend. Not his scene after all. She peeps glances off the road, A cautious driver at its finest. From breaks between road signs and forming ellipses, she gathers the central theme.
By (The Poet) 3 years ago in Horror
Back From Death
Hello, my name is John, and I am an auto driver. Day or night, whenever I get a lift, I move where it informs me to go. But one day, such an incident happened to me that even if I remember him, I get shaken. Because that night I will probably never forget in my life. But today I will tell you the whole situation of that day and what happened to me.
By kanchan chauhan3 years ago in Horror
farewell
At the age of fourteen, after dropping out of school, I took seventh place in the township, and with the hope of my father and brother, I was once again admitted to the junior high school which was more than three hours walk away from home. On the morning of the start of school, my parents got up very early. Although there was nothing to prepare, they had been very busy with it the day before. It seemed that soon after dark, my parents got up. The sound of scooping, cooking and their soft conversations could be heard faintly at night. When I woke up in the middle of the night, the fire outside the window shone on the glass window upstairs. When I was called up, my parents had already prepared all my luggage and stacked them on the table under the eaves. Beside the flickering fire, tableware and prepared meals have already been placed.
By li li3 years ago in Horror
Result Of Evil
"Hmm, can you take five inches?" I asked her. "What about six?" she grunts as I go deeper. "Seven....Eight....Nine?" she doesn't respond. "I thought you would be better," I mutter, as I pull the knife from her chest. "The previous girl lasted 10." I got up and looked at her body wishing she lasted longer then the last but I'll just see if my next one can. I love doing this to be honest and no I don't just kill women, I kill men also. You see with the men I only kill them if their harassing someone or doing something wrong. For the women its all fun and games, Sometimes I kill couples. I remember this time I saw this red head with her boyfriend and though they were the prefect targets so followed them home and waited till the boyfriend left for work. Once I knew where he worked I went back to their home and kidnapped the red head and wait till her boyfriend got off work. This guy worked till midnight which he was also cheating so I think I'm doing both of them a favor at this point. Once he walked out I watched as he kissed the other women which I added to my list. "Hey buddy, catch" I said this as I hit him in the hit with my bat and dragged him to my car. I tied his hands and legs and sat him in the front seat of my car, I made sure I woke him up before we started the drive. "Hey buddy, I know we don't know each other but I'm taking you to meet your girlfriend. Also don't try to open the door because it won't work." He started begging for his life before we even got to the fun part. "First off begging makes this lame and its gonna get you killed quicker, Second stop yelling before I tape a rag to your mouth which I don't like to do but your gonna make me if you keep this up buddy." I never heard somebody shut up so fast I started laughing at him. When we there I dragged him out and took him inside. "Hey red head wake up i have somebody you might wanna seeeee." She yelled his name when she seen him crying and telling him how happy she is to see him like the guy was gonna save her " Whoa lady before you start calling him your hero and all that you might wanna look at these photos I took." I showed her the pictures and she stared at him with hate in her eyes. I told her if she wanna live all she gotta do is kill him and she agreed so I pulled out my knife and went to grab my gun. "So here's the deal missy, If you stab him nine times without him dying I'll let you go but if he dies before that ninth stab your done for." I handed her the knife as he begged her not to do it, I told her to start and she did " One...Two....Three....Four...Five, Wow this is a great he's still breathing" She was at 8 and only had one more to go but the guy stopped moving. "Well missy he's dead and you were one off which is so so sad" She jumped at me and I shot her foot. "See that's where you messed up" I picked up my knife and stabbed her 10 times she died before I hit my 11th. Those were fun times but now I'm on my next victim. Mrs. Johnson, the women red heads boyfriend cheated with. I followed her home waiting for the prefect time to grab her but when I saw who she was with I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't think I would have to kill family while doing this, This should be fun.
By R3 3 years ago in Horror
The Last Door
One more door. That’s what I keep telling myself. One more door and that’s it for an entire glorious week. One week on the beach with Sarah and the kids. The fact that she invited me on this trip had to be a good sign, right? Maybe me moving back home and getting this stupid job proved to her that I was ready to be the husband and father that she had always wanted me to be. The mere thought of being back with my family made me take the stairs up to the door in twos. Who knows? Maybe I’d even get a sale at this one. I was feeling unstoppable.
By Andrew Perkins3 years ago in Horror
The Train Game
"Shit," the man muttered, bringing his hand to his temple. There was a sharp pain in it, which felt like the symptom of a lack of sleep even though he had just risen from unconsciousness. He looked around at his surroundings, finding himself in a wooden room which was not lit at all. Feeling himself moving at what he could tell was a high speed, as well as the sound of clacking metal, he was able to determine that where he was was actually a train car. The man approached the side of the car, expecting to find a door of some kind, which he did, though it was impossible to move.
By HN Alptraum3 years ago in Horror
One Way Ticket To Hell
*Choo-choo, choo-choo, chooka-chooka, choo-choo* A rumbling of a train wakes me up out of my sleep; my eyes begin to gently open and I realize I’m inside of the train. My heart drops inside of my chest, “How did I get here?” I utter to myself; “You don’t know how you got here either?” A gentle voice shouts from behind me. I turn around and it’s a beautiful girl, her eyes seem to light up the whole train. “No, I don’t know how I ended up here.” I over explain; she gets up out of the seat she was sitting in and makes her way to my aisle. She sits next to me, “What’s your name?” She gazes at me; for a moment I didn’t even realize what she said. When I realized she asked me my name I noticed I didn’t even know. I just simply shrug, like it’s no big deal. I can’t help but feel calm around her. “There’s something wrong here..” She quivers; I look around, I see two other people beginning to wake up. I see a man in a beanie stretching his arms out; he then jolts his head side to side. “WHERE IN THE WORLD AM I?!” He wails; the woman beside me gets up and moves towards him. “Hi, do you know your name? Or do you know anything about your past?” She investigates, but with a gentle and sweet voice. I look at him and he’s shivering, “N..No I… I don’t remember anything.” She looks at me and I can see how impaired she is, so I walk over to them. I caress her shoulder; “Do you know who you are?” She shakes her head yes and she whimpers, “My name is Claire, I’m seventeen. Before I fell asleep I was laying on my living room couch watching cartoons. Now I’m here.” “How old do I look?” I query; I know I sound about 20, but who knows. She caresses my face; I close my eyes and I feel myself gently falling into her hand. “You look like you’re about my age.” She giggles; All of a sudden I hear “ALRIGHT, WEIRDOS! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” Claire removes her hand from my face and she looks over her shoulder. We both look at the pale, angry, middle aged man; “Do you know your name? Or your life story?” She asks, “I don’t have to explain my life story to a thing. What the hell are you anyway?” He boasts; “Calm down, dude. We’re all confused right now.” I hiss, he gets out of his seat, he stomps towards me. He gets so close to my face that I smell his horrific breath. “What did you just say to me LITTLE BOY.” He chastises, I roll my eyes. Everything in me wants to end his life; “Take a step back.” I demand, he comes even closer. Fiery began to arise inside my heart, I took my thumbs and gouged them into his eyeballs as hard as I possibly could. “AHHHHHHHH, NO! WHAT THE HELL!” He yelps, joy embeds my soul as I rip his eyeballs out of his skull. I take my thumbs out of his face, I look at my hands and I see that his eyeballs are stuck to my fingernails. His screams become muffled as I watch him bleed out and fall on the floor. I start to smile… CLAIRE. I look to my left and Claire's gazing at me. I can’t tell if she’s scared or amazed, “AHHHH, AHHHHH, MY EYES! MY EYES!” The man continues to cover his face and heave, seeming as if he’s running out of breath. “I’m.. I’m sorry you had to see that. I don’t know what came over me.” I flick his eyeballs off of my nails. I stare deep into her eyes, trying to find fear. “I don’t mind a little blood.” She gives me a menaced smile, she reaches her hands out for my bloody and sticky hands. As we hold hands I look over to the man with the beanie; I see him shivering even harder. “Wh…What is tha… that creature? And…And what’s wrong with you?” I became perplexed; what creature is he speaking of? “Huh? What creature?” I wondered, “The creature you’re holding hands with.” I look at Claire, her beautiful smile, her pretty clear and smooth skin. “I’m not sure what you mean.” I get closer to the man with the beanie; “Are you calling this beautiful princess a creature?” I grunt; he hops in his seat and he wraps himself into a ball. “N..No. I’m..I…” I interrupt his banter, I grab him by the V line of his shirt. I looked over to Claire and somehow she opened the platform screen door. “Throw him out of here.” She grins, I drag him towards the opened door. He’s kicking and squirming but that didn’t stop me from pulling him. He kicks me in my gut and I finally have had enough; I make my way towards his torso. I pin his arms down on the aisle floor, I begin to head bump him so hard that I bash his skull. He finally becomes unconscious, I continue to drag him out of the moving train. By the time he begins to open his eyes he’s already in between the doorway, I push him out and all I hear him say is “AHHHHHHH!” A smile from ear to ear, I look behind me to stare at Claire. She’s nowhere in sight, I look above me and I see a huge, long, skinny, and bald figure. It’s hanging above me like a spider, my heart begins to fall down to the floor. “Who…Who are you?” I tremble, “I’m you.” It cackles, it jumps down from the ceiling of the train. It’s still crawling like a bug; It pounces on me. “I’m just kidding; it’s Claire, silly.” It gives me a sinister gin. “Don’t you remember me?” I can barely breathe; “Why do you look like this now?” I quiver, “I’ve always looked like this. You’re in hell and I’m a demon. You were the only one who saw a beautiful girl because you are the most evil; this was all a test.” I try to breathe in and out, but it feels like my heart is missing a beat. “Why don’t I know who I am?” I investigate, Its wide face and sharp chin gets closer to my face. “You all wanted to lose your memory before you came here. You all were ashamed of who you were on Earth.” The demon reveals; “Who was I?” I question; “Do you really want to know?” It says in a deep and terrifying voice. I nod my head yes, “You were actually sixty when you died. You used to kill any woman who looked like your first love, Claire. All the memories begin to come back to me; tears fall down my face. “What happens now?” I gulp, “Unlike the others you’ll have a slower, and more painful death.” The demon grabs me by my shirt and hangs my legs out of the train, I look up and there’s sharp blades outside of the train.
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Horror
One sin, zero regret
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. That's what happed when we moved to a place among pine trees, the cabin was very comfortable, and it had an air of mystery as if there were secrets kept under lock and key, I never discovered them.
By Emilly Hipolito4 years ago in Horror
Face Thief
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Night after night the candle would burn from midnight until dawn. When the first signs of the sun would peek through the trees the candle would flicker out. It had become a local legend and kids would dare each other to watch the light spark to life. The large ravine separated the cabin from the nearest path, so the onlookers could never get close to the cabin. No matter how long people watched, they never saw anyone go in or out of the cabin
By Benjamin Boyd4 years ago in Horror