***Spooky Halloween Stories!***

Here are a few "TRUE" Halloween Stories told by the people who experienced them. Thought you might like to read them if you have a few minutes. Please feel free to reply with your own SPPOKY encounters! Please also dont forget that we have a Contest for whoever tells the best ghost story! You have unitil MIDNIGHT to get them to us... reply on this post or email us! Thanks for participating in our SMO Halloween Weekend Bash!!! Happy SMOlloween!!!! Hostesses: Sipele & Candy [email protected] [email protected] And now for the Ghoulish Encounters: The Haunted Crib I was a little less than a year old but I remember it. My mom was amazed at what I knew when I told her. Anyway, one night while we were in Japan (my dad was in the Air Force before he died), my mom had just put me down to go to sleep. She closed the door and went downstairs to finish her crossword puzzle. About an hour later she heard my mobile playing, though the timer wasn't set and she hadn't wound it up. When she opened the door to my room, it stopped. She closed it and went downstairs, thinking it was her imagination. By the way, my dad died before I was born. Just thought I'd add that in. Anyway, a few minutes later it started up again. She got up and opened the door and it stopped. This happened a lot. Finally, she got out the Ouija board that she hadn't used since highschool and sat down on the floor of my room and started asking it questions. When she didn't get any answers, she put it up and took me into the living room where we slept that night. When I was three, I told my mom that a very old lady had come to visit me the previous night and had been visiting me since I was a little baby. She didn't believe me so she gave me a test and asked me what she looked like. I described her and my mom was in tears when I was done. She told me that the lady I had seen was her grandmother who died when my mom was in middle school. I had never seen any pictures of her so how could I have known who it was? I do believe in ghost and it's nice to know that I have a ghostly guardian watching over me and my mom. The Last Goodbye I was 14 years old at the time of my experience, i***** My best friend Sara and I were both in 8th grade and often worked on art projects. During our free period we would get a pass to leave study hall and work in the art room. 1. While working in the room, we came to know a boy named Ryan. He was a year older than us and we both admitted to having a crush on him. He was charming and funny, a bit quiet. He also would work in the art room during his open period and we would flirt back and forth. On a beautiful spring day just a couple weeks before school was out, Ryan walked home about a block behind Sara and me. We contemplated if we should stop and allow him to catch up with us because we knew he only lived half a block from Sara, but we decided against it. He seemed a bit down and it would perhaps be awkward to talk with him since we didn't really associate with him outside class. Instead, Sara and I proceeded to her house where we sat on the wall outside, enjoying the spring day for a half hour or more. Zesto was only a block away, and we could see it from the wall just down the alley. We decided to make an ice cream trip and began down the alleyway shortcut. Ryan's backyard ran up to the alley, and as we approached we saw a crowd of onlookers gathering in front of his house. Police cars had pulled into the driveway, and an ambulance waited at the curb. Ryan was there in the backyard kneeling solemnly, petting his black lab about the ears and face. There was a distinct sadness in the air, and his eyes were dark and melancholy. Neither the dog nor Ryan ever looked up to acknowledge our presence, and we felt that he might be intentionally avoiding us because of whatever was happening at his house. We whispered to each other, wondering if we should ask about asking what was going on, but we decided against it. We though perhaps it was domestic violence and best left unsaid. When we returned through the alley with our ice cream, the last police car was just leaving. The crowd of passerby was slowly diminishing and Ryan was nowhere in sight. It had only been about 20 minutes so we figured that it must have been some sort of family dispute that was quickly broken up by the police. The next day at school, Sara and I had our first period class together. I remember everyone talking morbidly about Ryan, how he had shot himself after school that day. His brother found him dead in the bathroom. Sara and I just looked at each other, feeling sick at the sudden, strange loss. But then, after a moment more our eyes widened in unison as we realized that he had to have been dead when we met him in the alley. He was found dead. He had died before the police or ambulance had even arrived. Ghosts in my Kitchen I lived in an apartment on the 12 th floor. It was a 3 bedroom apartment, at the time I was pregnant with my daughter. I had 2 sons ages 9 & 7. My oldest son loved to bake and I found I had better time in the middle of the night. I woke my son up and away we went in the kitchen to bake cookies. 1. I had my son Jay get all the dry ingredients out of the cupboard and place them on the table in the diningroom (my kitchen was so small you couldn't change your mind in there ) When he brought me all the dry stuff he closed all the cupboards doors I seen him do it. We were reading the recipes and the 2 cupboard doors flew open. Needless to say it scared us both. I went in and looked around and closed them ,but we were a little frightened thought we had mice or something bigger. There was nothing there so I went back to the table and started all over again. We were measuring out the dry stuff and the doors flew open again and banged on the stove and the cupboard beside them, well we both screamed and held each other. We were just looking at the kitchen frightened and very scared, and the baking powder flew out of the cupboard with amazing speed, hit the counter across for where it was and landed right side up. Jay and I screamed again and woke the rest of the family out of their sleep. My boyfriend at the time thought we were just over reacting and when back to bed. I told Jay maybe we should too, but he talked me out of it. So back to the cookies we went constantly looking in the kitchen. There was no further happenings that night, but the next day I went to the superintendent and ask about the tenant before us and he told me a story that still gives me the creeps. This is a true story. The lady that lived there before us died in the kitchen during a Christmas baking binge, making cookies in the middle of the night. Her husband was going senile and woke up and went in the kitchen because he heard noises, not knowing that his wife had been baking. He beat her to a pulp with a medal bar, as she was bent over removing her cookies from the oven. She was an older women and every night after that all my cupboard doors were open when we woke up in the morning. My boyfriend even went to the trouble of putting elastics around the door handles just to see what would happen. You see he thought it was Jay playing tricks on me. Jay was and still is my little prankster. We woke up in the morning and all the elastics were broken and the cupboard doors were wide open. It got to the point that I use to say goodnight to her before I went to bed. Then one night she just never came back. It was really weird we still talk about it every Christmas. I moved out of there when my daughter was born so we never had that problem again, but to tell you the truth I miss her I just hope she finally found peace. That was not my first ghost either I have a few stories I could go on about. Well all my hair just stood up again so I'll go for now. Happy Halloween Sound Asleep In 1995, when i was about 11, my father and my stepmother moved into an old largish house in rural Massachusetts. They loved it's peaceful location, and I loved that there were several children in the area, all within a year or two of my age. Soon after, they had my little brothers, C., now 6, and J., now 21 months. 1. When C. was about a year old, they put him up for his usual daily nap, and retired to the living room for some well deserved r&r. A short time later, they heard over the baby moniter the distinct wail of a very young infant. My stepmother, thinking that the cries oddly sounded too young to be my brother, sent my father upstairs to check. A moment later, my father returned, only to report that C. was sound asleep, and snoring contentedly. The crying continued for about an hour, with my parents checking on C. every so often, and always finding him fast asleep. He woke after the cries stopped. The incident never happened again, and they went on much as before. A short time after this story was told to me, another interesting development turned up at the house. Several grave stones were found in the back yard, dating to the mid- to late-19th century. One of these was the grave stone of a 3-month-old child. Strange Lullaby When I was 11 or 12, we had some new neighbors move in downstairs from us (our building held four apartments). They had a baby named Michael, about a year old or so (don't remember his age, but he could barely walk). One night Dennis and Jennifer (I think that was her name) wanted to go out with my mom to another neighbor's house to have some drinks, and asked me if I would like to watch Michael for a couple hours. I said yes, and Jennifer pulled me aside and told me to tell her if anything strange happened. I thought she was just being odd (she usually was to some degree...) and reassured her I would be careful. Well, they had not been gone even an hour when things got strange. Michael had been put to sleep already and so I went to check on him, partially out of boredom. As I ascended the stairs I heard a voice so I slowed down in order to see where the stranger was. I was really afraid at this point, thinking that somehow someone had gotten into the apartment and I was going to have to call the police. I peaked through the stair rails into Michael's room, since his door was open. Micheal was wide awake, standing and gripping the rails of his crib. He was wobbling from side to side and making sounds. Then I noticed that there was the sound of a woman's voice, singing softly. There was no one in Michael's room. I checked the other bedrooms, checked the radios, TVs and alarms. Nothing was on. Headed back to Michael's room. This time I saw the faint sillhouette of a woman over Michael's crib. And I could hear the singing again. I was so freaked out, I grabbed Michael and took him downstairs. We sat down there for a while, until I finally took him back to his room, knowing that no harm would come to him. Then Dennis and Jennifer came home. They asked me if anything happened and I said YES SOMETHING DID! They laughed and said it happened almost every night, and other things had happened. They said that once his highchair had moved out of the way of a falling light fixture in the kitchen. They thought it was a guardian angel protecting him. I think so too.

GOOD STORY SIP, I HAVE THIS ONE STORY OF THIS ONE FAT WITCH WITH A YARD MACHINE LAWNMOWER THAT RAN OVER ANYTHING THAT GOT IN HER WAY. ESPECIALLY KITTIES!!OOOOOO TILL ONE DAY HER MOWER GOT JACKED AND SHE NEVER SAW IT AGAIN, SOME TOWNS PEOPLE SAY IT WAS THE REVENGE OF THE NIGHT KITTIES, BUT SHE NEVER COULD FIND HERSELF TO BELIEVE THAT. SHE JUST LEFT THE KEY IN THE IGNITION AND HOOD RATS GOT IT.LOL SPOOKY HUH? HALLOWEEN HEFFER