The Guardian Ghost

This photo belonged to my grandmother who had kept it for years in her purse and would show it to me when I was a kid.  I know very little of the origins of this photo except that it was taken in the home of an acquaintance of hers that had a spirit in the home that would protect the children and would cause disturbances when someone was in the home that it didn’t like.  I do not have the original photo, this is a scan of it.  To the left of the photo is what looks to be an adult standing beside a seated child, who are the residents of the home. And to the right is a shadow-woman who is “supposedly” the spirit who watched over the children.  We would welcome any comments anyone may have of the photo. 

Cabbage Patch Dolls

10/10

memoryjarr submitted:

Bubbly Skin

My sister used to hide in the oddest nooks and crannies as a child. She would go missing for the whole afternoon only to be found hiding in an airing cupboard, claiming to be taking part in a game of hide and seek with “the poorly girls”.

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The Writing on the Wall

When I was younger, there was a ruined building at the bottom of our street. All of the kids in the area kept well away from it, because the rumor was that it was haunted.

The concrete walls of the old two-story building were cracked and crumbling. The windows were broken and shards of glass lay all over the floor inside.

One evening, as a test of courage, my best friend and I decided to explore the creepy old place.

We climbed in through a window at the back of the building. The whole place was dirty and there was a layer of mud on the wooden floor. As we dusted ourselves off, we looked up and were shocked to see that someone had written the words “I AM DEAD” on the wall near the ceiling.

“Probably just some teenagers trying to scare kids”, I said.

“Yeah, probably…”, replied my friend nervously.

We explored more of the rooms on the ground floor. In a room that appeared to have once been a kitchen of sorts, we found more writing on the wall.

It read “I AM IN A ROOM UPSTAIRS.”

We walked up the creaking stairs to the second floor. I led the way and my friend followed close behind. I wasn’t scared, but he was beginning to get a little jittery.

When we came to the top of the stairs, we turned left and walked cautiously down the narrow hallway. At the end of the hallway was a closed door with some more ominous writing on it.

“YOU WILL FIND ME IN THIS ROOM.”

By now, my friend was shaking with fear. I was quite creeped out too, but I didn’t want to show it. He told me he didn’t want to go any further, but I insisted, telling him there was nothing to be afraid of.

I turned the handle and the door creaked open. We stepped into the room and found it empty. There were two closed doors on either side. There was more creepy writing on the wall.

It read “MY HEAD IS ON THE LEFT AND MY BODY IS ON THE RIGHT.”

As soon as my friend saw this, he completely lost his nerve. He gave a yelp and turned to run away. I caught hold of his arm, but he shook me off and fled out through the open door. I heard his footsteps disappearing off down the hallway.

I held my ground. I was determined to be brave and overcome my fear. Mustering all my courage, I opened the door on the right and walked inside. I walked to the other side of the room and on the wall, written in tiny letters were the words “MY BODY IS UNDERNEATH.”

I looked down at the floor. I was standing on some more writing on the floorboards. I stepped back and saw the words “MY HEAD IS COMING FROM THE ROOM BEHIND YOU. TURN AROUND.”

I heard the door behind me creaking and quickly turned. There was a shadow moving behind the door. Suddenly something rolled into the room and came to a rest against the wall.

It was my friend’s severed head.

His dead, sightless eyes seemed to stare at me. Screaming in horror, I flung myself out through the open window and fell two stories to the ground.

I landed on my side, breaking my arm. In horrible pain, I ran home, crying and yelling for my parents.

The police were called and they searched the old ruined building. At first, they didn’t find anything. There wasn’t even any writing on the wall. They combed the house from top to bottom, but didn’t find any traces of my friend.

Then they pried up the floorboards. His body was lying underneath. They never found his head.

10/10

harry-the-bespectacled-ninja submitted:

Flash

Once we had a subsitute art teacher and she promised us if we stayed quiet, she’d tell us all a true ghost story. Obviously, we stayed quiet enough. The details are a little bit fuzzy, but this is about the story she told:

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lilianngan submitted:

This probably isn’t much of a ghost story compared to the others, but screw it. This happened when I was around the age of 7. It was a harsh, rainy night and the door bell was ringing a lot. My parents were too busy to answer it, and me, a little girl, was forbidden to answer the door. But I did anyway. It was a little boy, around the same age as me. He was crying, or maybe it was just the rain pelting on his face. He stammered a lot, but I can make out that he was looking for his mother. I  told him to wait, closing the door behind me. I called my mom to come down. She did and we opened the door. He was gone. We actually walked together a bit around the neighbourhood, but he was gone. I’m 16 now and this still kinda creeped me out.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: You should really researched your area just in case there was any accidents or death cases to do with a boy. 7/10 for scares and thank you for sharing. 

Robert The Haunted Doll

Take a look at Robert the Haunted Doll. He sits under lock and key in a glass case located in the basement of a museum in Key West, Florida. At first glance Robert may seem like a harmless children’s doll. But looks can be deceiving, because Robert is the most haunted doll in the world.

In 1897, a family named Otto lived in a nearby house in Key West. They owned a plantation and had a lot of servants working for them who they treated very badly. One servant girl gave their son, Gene, a present of a doll. What the Ottos didn’t realise was that this servant girl knew voodoo

Gene’s full name was Robert Eugene Otto. His parents had always called him “Gene”, so he decided to give the doll his real name, “Robert”.

Vintage Halloween Photos.

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9/10

Little Witch

Marion, Kentucky.

Years ago, back in 1916, a woman named Mary Louise Ford and her five year old daughter, Mary Ellen Ford, were living in Pilot’s Knob. Both mother and daughter were accused of being witches and the superstitious villagers were too terrified to wait and bring them to trial. Instead, they dragged the mother and daughter out of their house and burned them alive at the stake.

They buried the mother’s body somewhere else, but they were afraid that the little witch girl would come back from the dead in search of revenge. So the fearful villagers made sure they took precautions to protect themselves. They buried her right there in Pilot’s Knob in a steel reinforced coffin. After they lowered it into her grave, they filled it in with concrete. Then they put gravel all over the top and built a metal fence all around the grave site. The fence was made from interconnected white crosses, which the villagers believed would keep the ghost of the little witch trapped inside.

According to legend, the little witch’s ghost paces back and forth behind the fence. They say that she is still searching for her mother who was buried elsewhere, but she cannot escape the confines of the fence.

Some people have even seen tiny child’s footprints in the gravel over her grave. Locals believe that if you visit the little witch’s grave alone and get too close, her hands will come up from the grave, grab hold of you and drag you down into the concrete.

Those who have seen her say she wears a white dress that is scorched at the bottom and her long blonde hair smoulders at the ends.

People who live in the area advise visitors not to go near the grave site. “I never go there”, said one local, “No one does. There is a lot of stuff that goes on up there.” Other locals will tell you that you need to “turn around and not go into that cemetery.”

Child’s Eye

Through the eyes of a child, the world is very different. Every child has a fear of what is lurking under their bed. They fear what is hiding in the closet or peeping in at them through the little crack in a door that’s standing ajar.

A doctor would tell you that children are much more perceptive than adults. Their eyes are able to see the things that an adult’s eyes cannot see. When you grow up, you become blind to the dangers that creep and crawl through the darkness. Children can see what is truly there. They see the monsters.

If you were to look, for just one night, through a child’s eyes, you would know what true fear really is. If you were able to see again the things you only dimly remember from your childhood, imagine how terrifying that would be. Can you remember those sleepless nights, burrowing under your covers, shaking and shivering in the darkness, afraid to move, afraid to make a sound, afraid to breathe?

Those are the nights that adults forget. The nights when you would cover yourself completely with your blankets, so that the monsters couldn’t see you. The nights when you would hold your breath, so the monsters couldn’t hear you. The nights when you would lie as still as possible, so you wouldn’t attract their attention. I know you remember those nights.

The only thing that would protect you was light. Bright light. You slept with the light on. That made it safe. That meant they couldn’t get you.

Teenagers are caught in the middle. They still sense that something is there in the darkness, but they try to convince themselves it’s just their imagination. They’re embarrassed to sleep with the light on. Teenagers have forgotten that light is the only thing that can keep them away.

While you’re sitting there in front of your computer, do you think that the light from your monitor will be enough to keep them away?

Sorry. It’s not.

Now look behind you with a child’s eyes and try not to scream.

Glass Doll

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who loved dolls. Her mother and father took her shopping and told her to pick out a new toy. The girl went all around the store, searching for a toy she wanted. She came to a big display of doll and in the center, she saw the most beautiful glass doll she had ever laid eyes on.

The girl asked her father to buy her the glass doll. Her father picked up the doll and examined it closely. All of a sudden, the doll’s eyes turned red and the father dropped it like a hot potato.

“I don’t like the look of this doll”, said her father. “There’s something not quite right about it”. And he refused to buy it.

Then the girl asked her mother to buy the glass doll for her.

“Your father doesn’t like the look of this doll”, said the mother. “I think you should choose a different one.”

But the girl began stamping her feet and screaming “I want! I want! I want!”

Finally, the girl’s mother relented and bought the glass doll for her.

Later that day, the father was preparing to go away overnight on a business trip. Still uneasy about his daughter’s new toy, he left the girl a note. It read “Daughter, do not go to sleep with the glass doll in your bedroom.”

The girl played all day with the glass doll and then, at bedtime, she placed it on the night table beside her bed and went to sleep.

A few minutes later, she heard a noise in the darkened room and sat upright in bed. In the darkness, she could see a pair of glowing red eyes. She thought it must be a trick of the light and she rubbed her eyes.

When she looked again, the red eyes were closer. Thinking it was just her imagination, the girl rubbed her eyes again.

When she looked again, the red eyes were right beside her face.

She heard the doll whisper in her ear “Lie down on the pillow. I promise I won’t strangle you.”

So the girl laid her head down on the pillow and the doll strangled her to death.

The girl’s mother came into the room and when she saw her daughter lying dead on the bed, she ran to her and hugged her tight.

The mother heard the doll whisper in her ear “Lie down beside your daughter. I promise I won’t strangle you.”

So the mother laid down on the bed beside her daughter’s body and the doll strangled her to death too.

When the girl’s dad came home the next morning, her called out to his wife and daughter, but there was no answer. He climbed the stairs and went into his daughter’s room. There, he was startled by a horrible sight. His wife and daughter were lying dead on the bed and the glass doll was sitting in between them, laughing her head off.

In a rage, the father grabbed the glass doll and smashed against the walls and the floor until it was completely destroyed.

But his wife and daughter remained dead.

The End.

Bad Dream

A little girl opened the door to her parents’ bedroom in the middle of the night.

“Daddy, I had a bad dream”, she said.

Her father blinked his eyes and sat up in bed, leaning on his elbows. The digital alarm clock glowed red in the darkness. It was 3:23 AM.

“Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?” he asked.

“No, Daddy.” came the reply.

The oddness of the situation made him wake up more fully. He could barely make out his daughter’s pale form, outlined in the light from the doorway.

“Why not, sweetie?” he asked.

The little girl began to cry. “Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy’s skin sat up.” she whined.

For a moment, he felt paralyzed, unable to take his eyes off his daughter. Then he felt the covers behind him beginning to shift…