Friday the 13th

Sooo… anyone superstitous?

I’m not. Surprisingly enough, with all the ‘weird’ things that seem to happen around me, you think I would be.

So, now… an early Halloween treat for you. A ghost story. This is a true story told to me by someone I trust did not make it up.

When this girl was young she lived in a haunted house. Her bedroom, in particular, was haunted by a ghost of an old man dressed in clothing of an earlier time. He called himself “Fred” and although she didn’t see him inside of her room, she would see him pass by just outside the window. Inside her room, she would see evidence of him when her stereo knobs would turn on their own, or her doorknob would turn when no one was there. He was not a ‘good’ spirit. She said he told her he “liked little girls” and one night she even had her covers lifted from the foot of her bed, right in front of her eyes, off of her body. She was afraid to sleep in her own room until she was older and “Fred” went away.

Her mother was in town one day and happened upon the woman who had grown up in the house with the family before this one. In conversation, the woman asked which bedroom the little girl had… in finding out, she asked “has she met Fred?”. Yes, she, too, had been haunted by the ghost that liked “little girls”. When the girls got to a certain age, Fred was never seen again. Her family still lives in the house.

How about you? Any true ghost stories?

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4 thoughts on “Friday the 13th”

  1. The story I wrote called Billy Bob and Billy Jean was inspired by an actual experience I had in Nassau Bahamas. I was traveling during school break with my Aunt and Uncle’s band the Action Faction and we were staying in a cottage in Nassau. A pair of headlights kept appearing in the window as if approaching the cottage from the long drive. Whenever someone would go outside to check it out, there would be no car anywhere in sight. This continued every evening just after dark, usually when we returned from dinner. I remember it well because I would be in front of the TV trying to watch Felix the Cat and the headlights would reflect on the TV so the screen would not be visible. It was very annoying to say the least, to a little kid far and away from home. Though it didn’t leave a strong memory over-all of the trip; months later maybe years, the timeline is a little fuzzy, my aunt wrote me and relayed what she had discovered about the cottage we stayed in. Apparently years earlier a terrible murder suicide occurred there when a jealous musician caught his lovely wife cheating on him. It was said that in a jealous rage the young musician drove his car into the small cottage bringing death to the troubled lovers trio and to this day, every evening the ghost of car headlights shine on the small cottage recreating the bloody scene. I never saw the scene recreated, but my aunt and uncle swear they did one night.

  2. I’ve got at least one long ghost story. But I’ll give you the shortest version possible.
    We found a 100+ year old head stone undr the porch of our house. Turns out a former owner was buried there.
    Many “hauntings” in that house over the years and we seem to have an answer.

  3. No, nothing like that. A friend of mine swore she had a ghost in her house (people in Hawaii are really superstitious and believe in the supernatural). SHe said the ghost would shut her door and lock it, and she could even feel it sit down on her bed. She called him George and would scream “George off my bed” and then she would feel the corner of her bed lift up, just like someone stood up.

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