That's right, If you're reading this I'm challenging you to write a spur of the moment Ghost story...the only story worth telling...do you accept??

What are the specs for this challenge? You could end up with some long stories lol.

In a dark, dark forest was a dark, dark house. And in the dark, dark house was a dark, dark staircase.

And the dark, dark staircase led up to a dark, dark attic. And in the dark, dark attic there was a dark, dark box.

Nobody had opened that dark, dark box for a long, long time. Until now...

A little girl had wandered into the dark, dark forest. And she found the dark, dark house. And she went up the dark, dark staircase and entered the dark, dark attic.

And she found the dark, dark box.

Slowly, she placed her hand on the lid of the dark, dark box, and started to open it... And.... AND....

Ha ha. Made you look.

-- Nephele

Good story Nephele! And here's my contribution to the fall-story thread.



John Milney was out of work and lived alone. It's probably the alone-mind that gives a man certain ideas. Like driving overnight to visit the grave of an uncle he hasn't seen in 35 years.

So John Milney got into his 1988 Honda Civic with only his wallet and whatever clothes he was wearing at the time and set off to Maryland from Northwest Pennsylvania. It was warm out; the kind of weather when nobody wears a jacket because it's the same temperature outside as inside.

He thought about his uncle Lee on the way. Odd, he thought, a suddenly need to visit a grave. Then again, it's the spontaneity of such a thing that sometimes gave some sort of meaning to a life that largely meant nothing, having not worked
for several years due to a recurring mental issue that caused John to isolate himself for months at a time. "Nothing more than stress" he said to himself. "I'll rest for while and work again when I'm ready." And at age 47 that wasn't completely out
of the question.

John drove the turnpike without his GPS unit, navigated the raceway-like Beltway, got off on route 129 then made his way to Druid Ridge Cemetery. He arrived just when the gates opened, and without a map drove to his uncle's grave. He was only here once, but never forgot the route. There are things a person never forgets.

Then, at 10 o'clock in the morning in the middle of summer, John Milney sat next to his uncle's headstone and went to sleep.

When John woke up it was dark. Darker than dark should be. An uncomfortable bump, then the thought that what cannot be is. Then John Milney screamed the long, useless scream they always scream.


Lee Donovan got in his car and, much like he expected, started the engine and drove out of the cemetery gate, his new fingers much better than the old ones.

There are things a person never forgets.



(copyright 2012 Lachrymose)

Wheee! Good one, Lachry!

Suddenly, I feel like all of us here at Goth.net need to huddle together under a giant bedsheet and hold flashlights under our chins while we're telling spooky stories.

-- Nephele

Thank you!

More stories!

No real specs my friend, just tell all that comes to your head and stop when you feel you've completley finished the thought.

-- Fri Sep 28, 2012 10:49 pm --

Now here's mine

She sat alone on the stone bench listening to her mp3 player.
She did this almost every Tuesday.
Just sat and did nothing.
She had rarely had the time for such a thing, seeing that she was a college student and her class schedule was more full than most; on her few hours off she made sure she did nothing but use the time to relax.
The wind was chilly that day so he buttoned up her green sweater and yawned from exaustion.
Her stomach growled and she soon realized she was hungry.
The walk back to campus was much too long so she would'nt have enough time to return to her graveyard bench that she'd grown so fond of.
She quickly remembered the gas station outside the back gates of the cemetry.
She began to move in that direction.
The graveyard was queer in that a forest grew not only around it but through it.
She had to watch to avoid trees and graves.
She arrived in the store and picked up a Snapple and some Skittles.
The clerk, questioned her cordially about her being in college, she retorted in the positive and added that she was a philosophy major. The clerk was impressed but warned her about walking alone through the graveyard alone telling her of a young lady who found her demise in the same place, tripping on one of the graves and falling off of the edge of the cliff overlooking the town. The clerk asked her , her name but she left in a polite haste.
As she was walking she realised his question but she was too far away to respond, so she continued as if she hadn't heard it.
She thought about the question, and thought harder, and harder...it scared her , she couldn't remember her own name but she had the desire to run back to her dorm, which she couldn't remember where it was.
Running and running she dropped the bottle which shattered and the candy which rolled all over...The wind seemed to pick up and the sky darkened, she pressed on until all seemed grey from the fog and wind....whichh seemed out of place to her... she arrived at the stone bench and lied down in the fetal position until she heard a call from her right...a name which she somehow knew, maybe it was her name... she followed the sound... until she came to a clearing, well not really, but a place of pure fog without the shadow of a tree or grave stone, to her immediate right, however, was a head stone with the name she heard and backed from it in confusion and fear... until she felt the ground no more under her feet...she did not scream as she fell until she realizsed she was falling and yelled out a blood curddling banshee screech , which was cut short and followed by a sudden slam.
On the wall of the store clerk a newspaper, with the frontpage facing outward, the bold headline reading" Young girl falls off Langley Cliff" he sat down and put on his glasses to read the story only to have his heart skip a beat at the picture of the girl, the same girl he talked to in the store hours before.
As he sat there in silence his door chime jingled signaling a customer...he moved to the counter and when the customer arrived at the counter he noticed her green sweater and all too familiar face and screamed.....

END

This is my thought of a Ghost Story.

A little girl was sleeping in her bed calmly and relaxed. Something was getting darker, as she opened her eyes. She spotted a shadow at the bottom of her bed. It whispered "Follow me outside" then it vanished in thin air. Then she opened her covers and got out of her bed.
Opening the bedroom door slowly and it crrrreeaked a bit. Down the stairs, tap tap tap and she looked around the house in bleak darkness. It was deathly quiet and everyone was asleep. She opened the back door quietly and saw the shadow by the trees leading to the forest and it was foggy in the background, yet a cold night.
She followed it and it whispered "Keep going forward till you see a skeleton" then it vanished again.
She walked through the shadowy, dark forest and heard some owls hooting away and some bats flapping their wings.
Till she saw a skeleton leaning against the tree holding a sign "Help Me" and a lantern beside the skeleton.
She gasped with horror and looked around and seeing what is happening yet at midnight.
Suddenly she heard some demonic growl. It hissed "Leave at Once!" She jumped with fear and out of breath. She dashed through the forest and turning her head, to check if anything horrifying is following her back home. She ran back in the house, closed the door, ran upstairs, tap tap tap and then closed her bedroom door. And then she hid under her covers while shivering in fear.
Finally she went back to sleep.

~The End~