Halloween's Best Ghost/Scary stories...

[blackrose]

We all know you clicked on this to see a scary story..so then you could tell someone and scare them.. well YOU HAVE TO PUT SOME ON... pu some stories on the topic and see how many we can get... i'll go first...

Dancing with the Devil


The girl hurried through her schoolwork as fast as she could. It was the night of the high school dance, along about 70 years ago in the town of Kingsville, Texas. The girl was so excited about the dance. She had bought a brand new, sparkly red dress for the dance. She knew she looked smashing in it. It was going to be the best evening of her life.

Then her mother came in the house, looking pale and determined.

"You are not going to that dance," her mother said.

"But why?" the girl asked her mother.

"I've just been talking to the preacher. He says the dance is going to be for the devil. You are absolutely forbidden to go," her mother said.

The girl nodded as if she accepted her mother's words. But she was determined to go to the dance. As soon as her mother was busy, she put on her brand new red dress and ran down to the K.C. Hall where the dance was being held.

As soon as she walked into the room, all the guys turned to look at her. She was startled by all the attention. Normally, no one noticed her. Her mother sometimes accused her of being too awkward to get a boyfriend. But she was not awkward that night. The boys in her class were fighting with each other to dance with her.

Later, she broke away from the crowd and went to the table to get some punch to drink. She heard a sudden hush. The music stopped. When she turned, she saw a handsome man with jet black hair and clothes standing next to her.

"Dance with me," he said.

She managed to stammer a "yes", completely stunned by this gorgeous man. He led her out on the dance floor. The music sprang up at once. She found herself dancing better than she had ever danced before. They were the center of attention.

Then the man spun her around and around. She gasped for breath, trying to step out of the spin. But he spun her faster and faster. Her feet felt hot. The floor seemed to melt under her. He spun her even faster. She was spinning so fast that a cloud of dust flew up around them both so that they were hidden from the crowd.

When the dust settled, the girl was gone. The man in black bowed once to the crowd and disappeared. The devil had come to his party and he had spun the girl all the way to hell. :twisted evil: Its your turn now...

[blackrose]

[Ghoul of the Graves]

That is pretty creepy. I like it. I'll post one up when I have thought of one.

[von_owen]

I'll just pray that I won't experience that..!! I might really freak out

[mryantaylor]

I think Poe is pretty scary, but you can just google him. I also like the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, also easily googleable.

[blackrose]

I think Poe is pretty scary, but you can just google him. I also like the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, also easily googleable.

I Love Poe's work. I should have put that on... but I have to admit.. I went on google and typed in scary stories and found that story.... but still creepy LOL

[blackrose]

My Faveorite story is about the GrayLady and her ghost... you can go on Wikipedia and look up Gray Lady and find her story....

[von_owen]

Did you see the video on youtube about a child cying in the middle of the night in a Mexican cemetery?? a very brave man tries to put on footage this ghost. check it out here

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgDHbiwZ8DU

I'm not sure if this is true but when I saw the video--- my goodness!shouted

[Andybev01]

A Tale of the Thirteenth Floor
By Ogden Nash
________

The hands of the clock were reaching high
in an old midtown hotel;
I name no name, but its sordid fame
is table talk in hell.
I name no name, but hells own flame
illumes the lobby garish,
a gilded snare just off Times Square
For the maidens of the parish.

The revolving door swept the grimy floor
like a crinoline grotesque,
and a lowly bum from an ancient slum
crept furtively past the desk.
His footsteps sift into the lift
as a knife in the sheath is slipped,
stealthy and swift into the lift
as a vampire into a crypt.

Old Maxie, the elevator boy,
was reading an ode by Shelley,
but he dropped the ode as it were a toad
when the gun jammed into his belly.
There came a whisper as soft as mud
in the bed of an old canal:
"Take me up to the suite of Pinball Pete,
The rat who betrayed my gal."

The lift doth rise with groans and sighs
like a duchess for the waltz,
then in middle shaft, like a duchess daft,
it changes its mind and halts.
The bum bites lip as the landlocked ship
doth neither fall nor rise,
but Maxie the elevator boy
regards him with burning eyes.
"First, to explore the thirteenth floor,"
Says Maxie, "would be wise."

Quoth the bum, "There is moss on your double cross,
I have been this way before,
I have cased the joint at every point,
and there is no thirteenth floor.
The architect he skipped direct
from twelve unto fourteen,
there is twelve below and fourteen above,
and nothing in between,
for the vermin who dwell in this hotel
could never abide thirteen."

Said Max, "Thirteen, that floor obscene,
is hidden from human sight;
but once a year it doth appear,
on this, Walpurgis Night.
Ere you peril your soul in murderer's role,
heed those who sinned of yore;
the path they trod led away from God,
and onto the thirteenth floor,
where those they slew, a grisly crew,
reproach them forevermore.

"We are higher than twelve and below fourteen,"
said Maxie to the bum,
"And the sickening draft that taints the shaft
is a whiff of kingdom come.
The sickening draft that taints the shaft
blows through the devil's door!"
And he squashed the latch like a fungus patch,
and revealed the thirteenth floor.

It was cheap cigars like lurid scars
that glowed in the rancid gloom,
the murk was a-boil with fusel oil
And the reek of stale perfume.
And round and round there dragged and wound
a loathsome conga chain,
the square and the hep in slow lock step,
The slayer and the slain.
(For the souls of the victims ascend on high,
But their bodies below remain.)

The clean souls fly to their home in the sky,
But their bodies remain below
To pursue the Cain who each has slain
And harry him to and fro.
When life is extinct each corpse is linked
To its gibbering murderer,
As a chicken is bound with wire around
The neck of a killer cur.

Handcuffed to Hate come Doctor Waite
(He tastes the poison now),
And Ruth and Judd and a head of blood
With horns upon its brow.
Up sashays Nan with her feathery fan
from Floradora bright;
She never hung for Caesar Young
But she's dancing with him tonight.

Here's the bulging hip and the foam-flecked lip
Of the mad dog, Vincent Coll,
And over there that ill-met pair,
Becker and Rosenthal,
Here's Legs and Dutch and a dozen such
Of braggart bullies and brutes,
And each one bends 'neath the weight of friends
Who are wearing concrete suits.

Now the damned make way for the double-damned
Who emerge with shuffling pace
From the nightmare zone of persons unknown,
With neither name nor face.
And poor Dot King to one doth cling,
Joined in a ghastly jig,
While Elwell doth jape at a goblin shape
And tickle it with his wig.

See Rothstein pass like breath on a glass,
The original Black Sox kid;
He riffles the pack, riding piggyback
On the killer whose name he hid.
And smeared like brine on a slavering swine,
Starr Faithful, once so fair,
Drawn from the sea to her debauchee,
With the salt sand in her hair.

And still they come, and from the bum
The icy sweat doth spray;
His white lips scream as in a dream,
"For God's sake, let's away!
If ever I meet with Pinball Pete
I will not seek his gore,
Lest a treadmill grim I must trudge with him
On the hideous thirteenth floor."

"For you I rejoice," said Maxie's voice,
"And I bid you go in peace,
But I am late for a dancing date
That nevermore will cease.
So remember, friend, as your way you wend,
That it would have happened to you,
But I turned the heat on Pinball Pete;
You see - I had a daughter, too!"

The bum reached out and he tried to shout,
But the door in his face was slammed,
And silent as stone he rode down alone
From the floor of the double-damned.