I DON’T BELIEVE IN THE SUPERNATURAL
Just keep telling yourself that you don’t believe in the supernatural, Jesse. I know that you got the chills while reading this story.
I think that I saw a ghost once before I moved in with my mom at around age seventeen. I woke up in the middle of the night while sleeping on the couch and saw something standing on the other side of the dining room at the entrance to the hallway. I looked at the shape, which was bright but not casting any light, said to myself “it’s just the moonlight on a coat, and pulled the covers up around my head, because if the scary stuff can’t see you, it can’t get you. It felt like the thing was watching me. I don’t know if it was watching over me or imagining how delicious my then virginal soul would taste.
The next morning I looked exactly where the shape had been and there was no coat. There was no way that light was shining in the hallway in the correct shape either. My only rational explanation is that I dreamed it the exact look of the living room and attached dining room and was aware enough to think clearly and remember it the next morning. That is actually less plausible to me than the idea that a “presense” was in the room watching me. I’ve seen my dreams, they are like the television when someone sits on the remote control. They are like the scrambled porn that you watch when you are fourteen in the hopes of seeing a purple nipple just once through the waving and distortion. My dreams do not include accurate representations of anything — except that I don’t get the ladies in my dreams, either.
NO! I MEAN I GET THE LADIES ALL THE TIME WHILE AWAKE OR ASLEEP!
O! Why do you people let me post?
why don’t you send that to the gopher’s afterdark scary story submission deal thing that we only have one story from some drunk dude typing in all caps?
Wow, that was a horrible sentence.
ONCE I WAS AT ALL BY MY SELF…….I WENT 2 THE SINK….AND SUDDENLY I HEARD A WEIRD TPYE OF SCREAM FROM OUR NEXT DOOR NEIBOUGHR AND I LOOKED
OUT FROM MY WINDOW AND I SAW A CREEPY CAT STARING AT ME WITH ITS GLOWY EYES….I TURNED BACK AND IT STARTED 2 SCREAM AGAIN.AND WEN I LOOKED AT IT AGAIN IT… WASNT THERE…. IT WAS DEAD CREEPY…I CAN TELL YOU THERE AND I SAW RED!!!!!!!!!!!!I WAS DEAD DEAD SCARY
Wow.
Oooooookaaaaay… so whose bed can I crawl into tonight? I’m terrified of little children now. And yet, I can’t resist the urge to read every single story on ghosts.org.
I just want you all to know that if I’m found brutally murdered or go missing that it definitely was something supernatural.
Note to self: brutally murder Zach because it will look like the supernatural!