In honor of Halloween. I am going to tell a ghost story. The other night, I woke up and four o’ clock in the morning and opened my eyes. There was a man standing beside my bed, looking down at me. I thought it was my husband, but then I realized that my husband was lying in bed next to me. I must have been half asleep or something because I screamed. And when I did, the guy disappeared.
What’s really weird, is that it’s happened every Tuesday night for the past three weeks, and every time it scares the crap out of me. But then I started thinking. This happens every October. What’s even weirder is this.
Before we moved into this house there was a teenager who lived here with his parents. He snuck out of the house one night and took the car. He didn’t make it far. He got hit by a semi just as soon as he made that first turn onto the road around the corner. His body isn’t there anymore, just a cross that his mother keeps decorated with flowers. And sometimes, when I’m driving down that road, I think I see someone walking, and when I look closer, nobody’s there.
Last night, there was a thunderstorm and all the power went out. The phone rang and I forgot that I wasn’t answering the phone. So I picked up the receiver and said “hello” and nobody said anything. So I said “I don’t know who this is.” And this creepy guy’s voice said “I do” and then I ran downstairs and I saw shadowman and he grabbed me. And then I woke up.
(Okay, paragraph one is true, the last paragraph was my nightmare last night, except all of my nightmares take place at my great grandmother’s house on Monterey which makes it even creepier because people keep committing suicide at the house next door to it, and the guy that died in the wreck actually lived three streets down. I just fused it to make it more entertaining)