ghosty things

[lynn]

My friend, and sometime TVAMD listener, told me this great bit of ghosty weirdness the other day. She said the bit of Paranormal Activity that scared her the most was the fact that the girl heard the demon right next to her face, because one time when she was in bed she felt/heard someone right next to her face.
He said, "Hello! My name is Stan."
That's so weird.

[drivebyluna]

In my mother in law's house, Jon apparently felt like someone was sitting on his chest or exerting some sort of pressure on him. Since then he would refuse to sleep in his room at night.

[Scary Gary]

A little story I wrote for a Horroretc contest. Not great, but y'all might enjoy.

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In the late 1870’s lived a young farm girl with an insatiable obsession with playing the violin. Her love of the instrument often led her to neglect her daily chores, resulting in frequent and overly harsh punishment from her father. Despite this abuse, her spirit never faltered and she continued placing her passion over her responsibilities. By the age of sixteen, her father had had enough of her disobedience, and forced her into marriage with a former farm hand who had shown interest in the girl.

Within a year’s time, the woman gave birth to a little boy that became the joy of her life. For two years, she replaced her passion for the violin with her newfound joy of motherhood. But eventually, she took up the instrument again and she began to fall into her old, neglectful routine. One day, whilst in a rush to return to her instrument, she left out a container of lamp oil for the little boy to discover. To her horror, she heard the screams of the toddler over the wail of her violin.

Later that evening, her husband returned to find her sitting in a rocking chair by the fireplace, singing a lullaby to a smoldering, lifeless form. She was covered in third degree burns, obtained in her frantic attempt to extinguish her son. She survived for ten days before succumbing to her wounds. During that time, she would continually insist to those by her bedside that she needed to go downstairs to get the child. When they would explain to her that the child had past, she would vehemently insist that she can hear the boy playing. With her passing, her husband abandoned the farm to rebuild his life elsewhere. Today, the old farm has completely been consumed by woodland. Those who enter these woods claim to hear the faint sounds of a violin playing. The few who have located the old homestead claim to see a woman, clearly tormented by the sound of the violin, desperately searching for her son.