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The Intruder
My friend's sister frequently babysat. One night, she was watching three kids, whose parents were going to be out until about 2:00am. She fed the kids and then they watched some movies. Around 8:00pm, she put the two-year-old to bed. At 8:30, she put the four-year-old to bed and at 9:00, the eight-year old.
She was still hungry so she went back downstairs to make herself a sandwich. When she was almost done, she heard the eight-year-old crying and calling her name. She went upstairs to see what was wrong. When she got up there, the child said she was cold, so the babysitter looked around for another blanket.
As she was doing that, she noticed that the window was open. She thought she had closed all of them but didn't think anything else of it. She closed the window, gave the little girl another blanket, and checked the other windows in the other two children's rooms to make sure they were secure, and then went back downstairs.
When she went back to the kitchen, she noticed that her sandwich was gone. She just brushed it off and blamed it on the dog. She made herself another sandwich. Again, she heard crying, but this time it was the four-year-old. She went to his room, and he too said he was cold. She noticed the window was open again. She was worried this time because she knew she had locked it. She didn't want to scare the child so she just shut and locked it.
She returned downstairs and turned on the alarm system. When she went back to the kitchen, she discovered that her second sandwich was gone. She was really worried so she decided to call the cops. When she told them that her sandwiches were disappearing, they thought she was crazy. She then told them about the windows opening repeatedly and they said it was probably just the kids doing it. After she hung up, she made herself a third sandwich.
She soon heard the two-year-old crying and went up to see what was wrong. Her window was also open. At this point, she was very frightened, so she gathered all of the kids, the cordless phone, and took them into a pantry closet in the kitchen. She called the police again, saying that she was really scared because someone keeps opening the windows and stealing her sandwiches -- and it's not the kids. They told her not to be worried, that they would be over in a few minutes to check it out.
She hung up the phone and held onto the kids tightly. A few minutes later, she heard a noise in the kitchen, and saw the knob turning on the pantry door. She was about ready to scream when a cop opened the door. She asked why they came so fast. He had a worried look on his face and told them to get out of the house. He then told her that on the phone, he heard a double click.
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The Bloody Bride and Groom
One night, I was at home alone, just talking on the phone with my friend about school and stuff. I had just come upstairs from watching a scary movie and I decided to just relax on my bed. I went to my parents' bedroom to turn the light on (I have to pass it when I get to my room.) As I turned it on I saw a disturbing figure as I blinked my eyes.
There, coming towards me faster and faster was a bride with a bloody and torn up dress holding a knife and grinning at me with fierce eyes. I blinked in horror but every time I blinked she got closer.
Finally I got to my room and just sat on the corner of my bed and told my friend what I had just seen. She didn't believe me but I was still scared and made her promise to stay on the phone with me until my parents got home.
About a week or so later, I was in the washroom washing my face when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I looked up and coming from my parents' bedroom was a dark figure. I blinked and I could make out a man in a groom's outfit that was also bloody and torn everywhere. He held a knife high up above his head and grinned menacingly at me. My dad came into the doorway and the image faded away.
I didn't see anything else until my birthday two months later. Me and four of my closest friends were sitting downstairs discussing stuff when my friends got hungry. We decided to go upstairs, but we were going to have to turn on the basement light first. I went first and as I turned it on there was a little girl at the top of the stairs. As if waiting for me, she showed me a small knife and I stared at the torn little dress she wore.
I haven't seen any more things like this, but when I'm alone, or have one person with me, if I listen carefully, I can hear the sound of footsteps coming towards me and sometimes, my friends will be able to see dark figures coming towards them.
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The Haunted Cruise
Just this summer, my grandparents paid for my entire family to go on a cruise. The extended family was included, so I got to see all of my cousins. I still hung out with cousins that I usually see -- and lucky for us, there were no adults in our ship rooms. My girl cousin and I shared one room and my brother shared one with two boy cousins that I'm close to.
All of us being teenagers, (except for me, but I can still talk with them at their level) stayed up to 3:00am together just about every night. This one night, my girl cousin was sick and my brother, one of my boy cousins, and I were alone, walking around the ship.
This late at night, the main elevators were closed, so we had to take
the glass elevators. At that moment, we were on level 7 and decided to go down to level 3 because they have interesting stuff there. Everyone knows if someone pushes the elevator to go to level 3 when you’re on level 7, it will go there first instead of a lower level.
The next thing we knew, we were going to the bottom floor, and I mean the below sea level floor! It's hard to tell the difference because the boat doesn’t sway at all. When we got the bottom, nothing happened at first.
It was the last night of the cruise and there were about 12 luggage trolleys there. However, the next second a trolley, which was slightly away from the rest, started to move in a perfectly straight line away from us. Everyone knows those things are hard to steer because the wheels were turned in a sideways direction, sharply un-turned then started moved.
Then, a nearby trolley started to move with the wheels un-turning first, but this trolley was moving towards the elevator where we still stood. With sudden fear coming over me, I pushed to button so the elevator would close, but just as I did, the main elevators (which weren’t working) opened up and a crew member stepped out. That was all we saw before the doors closed, bringing us to the third floor. After that experience, we went to my room to tell my sick cousin the story.
There are many explanations for this story, but none of them make sense. Even though that man was a crew member, he still couldn’t have gone on the main elevator (the elevator doesn’t know who he is.) Also, the boat wasn’t moving at all and it was the calmest night at sea.
That couldn’t have made the trolleys move. Even if it was that, the trolleys would have moved back and forth not in two going straight-lined in opposite directions at he same time, while all of the other trolleys stood still. That wouldn’t explain how the wheels un-turned by themselves and also why the elevator took us down there in the first place.
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Ghosts in the House
It all started when I was about six years old. My family and I moved to a house in Lyndhurst, New Jersey. A two-story home on the a street called "Page." The house was beautiful... on the outside. What was held within was scary part.
At first, there wasn't much to notice, just footsteps and a few sounds. Then things began to vanish or break. My brother and I were at the ages of six and seven, so we were often blamed. Next were the doors. While laying on the bed, my door (it was a plastic sliding door) came off its hinges and began to flap violently. Soon, it became a nightly thing. It was back on its hinges the next morning, so naturally my parents didn't believe me. That was it... for a awhile.
Next, were the ghosts or spirits. My brother woke up one evening and discovered a ghostly figure levitating an inch above his face. The figure was of a woman wearing a white dress who called herself "The woman in White." My brother and I kept a journal to depict everything that happened in the house.
One day, I was sitting on a couch and was suddenly thrown to the ground. It felt like some kind supernatural force had slammed me to the ground. I was held there for a few minutes. I tried to push myself up but again I was pushed down. This ghost had a different feeling from the "Woman in White," it felt evil. After my sister was born, everything cooled down... for a little while.
My brother watched a dark figure of a man come down upon him and pummel him, causing bruises on his stomach, back and chest. The figure called himself "The Man in Black." My brother tried to show the ghosts to my mother but they vanished every time he tried. We both were thrown from our beds. We were hit more often as we got older. Three years after my sister was born she asked my brother, my parents and I who the lady by her crib was the night before. My parents did not know, but my brother and I did.
The scariest thing was that the ghosts never revealed themselves to adults, only children. We moved when I was ten, I am now fifteen. To this day, when I tell my parents about the spirits, they still don't not believe me.
[Edited on 03.22.2008 3:25 PM PDT]