Sunday, October 11, 2020

October Frights - Part Two


Day two of our blog hop (almost day three) and we're continuing with our spooky stories. 
Just don't blame me if you read them before your bedtime. Bwhahahahaha.....

Forgotten memory

Growing up, my bedroom was the only one that faced the front of the house/street. When I was about 8 or 9, I woke up to my dad calmly but firmly telling me to get up, go in the bathroom, and shut the door. I was annoyed because I was half asleep, but I listened. Apparently, I was more tired than I realized, because I fell asleep on the bathroom floor. The next morning I asked my mom what happened. She seemed oblivious and confused. I looked at my dad like she was crazy, and I asked him why he had woken me up. He denied doing it. I was becoming frustrated to the point of tears, but I ultimately let it go.
Fast forward to college. I was home one break, and I decided to ask again. I had thought of that night off and on for years, and it still bothered me. This time, my dad goes, "Ha! I was wondering if you even remembered that." Turns out that a lot of houses on our block were being vandalized and robbed all those years ago. Someone had broken into the garage and was inside the house. My room was partially over the garage. My dad heard it happen and quietly got me to safety. Police were called, the guy ran. He was never caught, however, and my parents didn't want a terrified kid on their hands, so for years, they pretended like nothing had ever happened. It wasn't supernatural, but it was unsettling for sure.

She heard it through the wall

This haunted story comes from Reddit user GoatbustersBM:

Four years ago, I lived in a very large farmhouse, that was converted into two apartments. The house was known as the ''old boys home''. It was used to house boys with behavioral issues but was closed due to allegations of molestation. Anyway, I was living with my boyfriend and three-year-old daughter at the time. My bedroom had a large fireplace that had been boarded up and painted over. I decided to push my bed up against it one day while I was rearranging things, It was like a headboard. That night, around 1 am I had heard a small voice saying 'mom, mom, mommy'. I had sat up in bed but didn't see anything so I reached over my boyfriend trying to grab down to grab my daughter and put her in our bed. I kept feeling around and I was still hearing the voice but I couldn't feel her. My boyfriend woke up and turned the bedside lamp on asking me '' What the hell are you doing ''. I explained that Amelia was trying to get in our bed and I was reaching for her. There was nobody there. My daughter was sound asleep in her room. Then the next night came. Around 1 am again my dog had started to whimper outdoor so my boyfriend got up to take him outside. You know that feeling in a bed when someone lies down next to you? Where the bed pushes in and there is a warmth in your back? I felt that. So I assumed my boyfriend had come back to bed. I rolled over, my boyfriend wasn't in the bed and I felt the fucking bed release pressure, whatever was laying next to me has gotten up in that second. I moved my bed the next day to the other side of the room and I never had another incident in the two years I remained in that house.

Goodnight Kiss

Saturday, October 10, 2020

The October Frights


With Halloween just around the corner, it's time to delve into the dark, the eerie, and the unsettling. What better time to celebrate the scariest holiday of the year other than October Frights blog hop? 

Below are a handful of unsettling stories, some true, some fabricated. If you haven't been scared yet, it's time to get rolling. Grab a blanket and a hot drink and dive into these deliciously spooky stories, and hope a monster doesn't grab your feet!

I'm not big on camping. I think I've camped twice in my life. Something about staying in a tent and sleeping on the ground just doesn't appeal to me. Though, some people really get into it and bring the entire home with them. Which, in my opinion, defeats the purpose of camping. But listen to this camping experience as told at 15 Spooky Stories That Will Keep You Up At Night. 

 So I live in eastern Oregon, and my mom lives in western Oregon. I went to visit her for the summer and she's very outdoorsy so we decided to take the 1-hour drive from her city to the coast. We end up at this free campsite at the top of this hill (huge foothills of the coastal mountains, about a 25-minute drive from the top where the campsite is to the bottom where the main road was) and we were the only campers there. We relaxed for the rest of the day, made food, etc. A truck full of men drive up the hill and talk with my mom (IDK what about, wasn't suspicious at the time) and they leave us. Fast forward to the middle of the night. I wake up to my mom sitting straight up in the tent. I wake easily so I heard her gasp and it woke me. As soon as she saw I was awake she put her hand over my mouth because I was starting to ask her what's wrong. It was dead silent and all of a sudden you hear footsteps RIGHT beside the tent. The little flap that covers the zipper was even moving. Thankfully my mom has quick wits and said very loudly, "Kenny, grab the gun"Kenny is my dad, although that doesn't matter, and mind you he was not there, just us girls like I previously said. They left. No harm was done. Thank the lord for my momma.TL;DR: Two girls at a campsite alone, people outside the tent in the middle of the night & my mom pulled some badassery.

Ouija board knocks back

Here's another story from the same source. Have you ever attended an ouija board seance? Any success summoning a ghost? If you haven't done it, would you if given the chance? I think I would or at least I thought I would. I'm not so sure after this story. 

In high school, my friends and I were messing around with an Ouija board one night. We had done it before and nothing remarkable had ever happened. We usually did it to try and scare each other or are girlfriends. We all thought it was a joke. That night there was no one else home except the 7 of us and we were all together around the board. One of the girls there wanted to try it. She had never done it before. This time was different. The board misspelled some of the words the same way every time. It gave answers that seemed really historically accurate for our town (things we neither knew nor cared about). Long story short, the “spirit” claimed it was a 10-year-old boy who had died on the property in the 1800s and was buried there too in an unmarked grave (my friend's house was on a farm in the edge of town). We were all a little freaked out because the board had never been so detailed and consistent. However, we were still skeptical and we were all assuming one of us was trying to scare the rest. Finally, my friend asked if the spirit could do something to prove he was there with us. It went to Yes and then spelled out k-n-o-c-k. Then the planchette stopped moving. We just all stared at it silently and then there was a rap-rap-rap on the window right next to us. The lights were on the outside and there was absolutely no one out there.                                                    We never touched that f-ing board again.

I will be adding spooky stories daily for the duration of the hop. So come back often to get your dose of fright. 

See you soon. 

Saturday, August 29, 2020

Meet Jj Keller and her brand new story "Praline for my Rival"

 How a Streetlight Inspired a Love Story

Ice Cream, yum! How many delicious memories do you have of a cool sweet delight during a vacation or simply on a hot day? What about after a late-night dinner or viewing a scoop-alicious goody in a window while walking along a promenade?