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This is halloween: wanna read something really scary?

[Part 3. Now I'm three days behind]

itclown.gifIn the past few years of doing this (this is my third blogging Halloween), I covered scary songs and scary movies. This year, let's make a list of scary stories. I don't mean Stephen King novels. I mean the home made, based-on-a-true-story, urban legend tales. The one legged man climbing up the stairs. The razor blade in the apple. The disappearing hitchhiker. You know them all. Share them, and the I'll add them all to the Bucket O' Blood page I'm making for Halloween.

You can write or copy and paste an entire story in the comments if you want, or link to an online version or put it up at your blog and link to it. But don't be a wimp. I don't want any stories with fake endings that turn out to be not so scary at all. I want you to cause everyone who reads your story to sleep with the lights on.

Scary urban legends
Scary Flash stories
Ghost and horror stories
Halloween ghost stories
Scary tales of the American South


Bart Simpson at the campfire, with the flashlight shining on his face:

"And that's how much it will cost for Maggie to go to college."

Homer shrieks in terror

I know, not exactly what you meant, but I'm fresh out of scary shit right now.

Don't know if this meets your standards, but, as a true story, it scared the crap out of me!

I was living with my grandmother, while attending a Community College after living overseas for several years. My parents and youngest siblings were soon to return to the U.S.

One night I had a very vivid dream in which I was attending a multiple funeral: two large coffins and two small coffins in the aisle of a particular one of the churches in our hometown.

I was a little rattled when I went to the kitchen for breakfast. My grandmother asked what was the matter. I told her, but before I could finish, she stopped me and described the rest of the dream. She'd had the same one, on the same night.

That rocked me silly.

I was so disturbed by it that I called my father, who was in Vietnam at the time. This was no easy matter as international direct dial didn't yet exist. It was an hours-long process of going through operators on three continents. It also meant that I blew off classes for the day.

I finally got in touch with him and, awkwardly, told him that I'd really like it if he and the rest of the family could make alternative travel arrangements. If they were flying, then take a boat; if they were taking a boat, then fly. Change the itinerary. Anything to make it different.

Not surprisingly, he thought I was nuts. Or at least smoking a little too heavily. No changes were made.

They all made it back safely. I've not attended a multiple funeral. But I'm still rocked by the coincidence.

Is it just me, or would Pennywise without the makeup be Katie Couric?

This isn't an urban legend tale; it was told to me as true by the granddaughter of the couple involved. It was about 12 years ago, she was in her early 70s at the time, so certainly the time frame works. She was a student in a class I taught.

She showed me a photograph of about 15 students, mostly women, gathered around an older man standing beside a cadaver on a table. The photo was obviously from the early 1900s, given the style/technology of the photograph. It was a class at a medical school her grandmother was attending. She pointed out her grandmother, who looked like a young woman except for her snow-white hair. I asked how she came to have white hair, and her granddaughter told me this:

She said that her grandparents lived in Texas around the turn of the century. Work was scarce where they lived, so her grandfather took a job where he traveled to a work site some hundred or more miles away. He took the train on Monday morning, and returned Friday evening.

Telephones weren't common in that part of the country then, and there were no telegraph offices close by the work site. One Thursday afternoon, the grandfather (a young man) came to his foreman and asked permission to go home that evening. The foreman asked why, since he normally wouldn't go home until the next night. Had he received a message from home? Was there some problem? The grandfather said, no, I don't know of anything wrong, I just have this terrible feeling that something is wrong, and I need to go tonight. Because he was a good worker, and not inclined to try to get out of work, the foreman allowed him to go.

The grandfather caught the train that evening. On his way home, his train collided with another one.

He was the only person killed.

His wife's hair turned white when she heard the news.

(She went on to become a doctor, and raise the child(ren) she had with her husband. The story of his death still gives me cold chills.)

Howabout some Southern spooky tales that are definitly not true?

How about an real haunted mansion. Check out the history of Lemp Mansion here. The Lemps have quite the interesting history, and the mansion is now a bed & breakfast in St. Louis.