Sunday, September 23, 2012

Scratches? - by Anonymous

Ok so it was just me and my mom at home alone with my cat. When we were all out in the living room. My mom and I were watching tv when I turn and look at her, her and my cat were staring at my bedroom door. I asked her what was wrong and she said she heard something move in my room. I kept asking her what she thought it was and that's all she said. So I went to open my door and nothing was in there and my cat went running into the room ahead of me and so I picked him up and walked out. Then when I sat down I had two big scratch marks on my inner thigh but near the back and my mom said it could have been Fred, the cat, but I know it wasn't cause he never came close to scratching me, especially in that place. They were distant and my mom asked me if it stings and I said yes and it was really red. She said the redness was going down and so that meant it just happened. I don't really know what to make of this but through out my life I've always had strange things happen like ghostly to me and no one believes me and they make fun of me saying I see things and hear things but, it wouldn't carry on that long.

My Grandfather's Message-2 - by Anonymous

It was almost a year after I had witnessed my Grandfather speaking to me and my Grandmother suiciding. I had moved into a new locality and a new high school. I hadn't told anybody about the whispers one year back but the incident remains fresh in my mind. On the night of my Grandfather's death anniversary, I lay in bed awake. My Grandmother had left to Kashi to visit my Grandfathers' brother and five sisters, and my boyfriend and me were staying in my Grandfather's ansectral home. The windows were closed and the A/C on, because summers can get very hot. Derek, my boyfriend had gone to sleep long back but I was still tossing and turning. Suddenly, I heard somebody banging on the window in the living room. I stepped into the hall and realized it was sixteen minutes into midnight. I felt a shiver as I felt a wierd sense of deja vu.The pounding became louder and abruptly stopped when I touched the glass. But when my hand left it, it pounded again. I opened the window to find nobody there. I turned around to go but the pounding started again. I opened and closed it hard with frustration. this sound must have awoken Derek because he opened the door and stood there, surveying the scene to see what was wrong. I made him go back in and went and joined him. I forgot the incident soon after. The next day, all the neighbours poured in, much to our confusion. They had seen a murderer lurking around and the man had been frightened away when somebody banged the window hard. My Grandfather had saved us yet again.

Friday, September 7, 2012

The Fisherman's Cottage - by Lewis Letzer

It was almost a week after my 12th birthday when we moved into a small Victorian cottage where I had my terrifying experiences.

Well it all started when my mum bought a new wardrobe for my room from the auction. We took it home and I put it in my room. When I went to bed that night I was woken up several times by banging and scratching from underneath the wardrobe. I first thought it was my pet hamster, which has often escaped, so I went over to the cage. The hamster was asleep so I went over and looked underneath the wardrobe and realized there was nothing underneath there, so I went back to bed.

A few weeks later we decided I needed a new carpet because my carpet was tacky, so we went into town and purchased a carpet. When my mum's friend fitted it there was a small trapdoor under where my wardrobe was. I immediately thought of the banging and scratching that I heard that night. This made me very scared, so I stopped my mum and dad from going down there and begged them to board it up, so they nailed a sheet of plywood over the trap door. This reassured me that no one could get in, or more importantly get out.

That night I made a diary about what was going on in the house, but as I was writing the days passage I heard another bang. I was so disappointed that this was happening again, so I yelled, "GO AWAY YOU STUPID THING!" When my mum came down stairs and asked me what was going on, I said it was fine, I was just talking to myself. She came over and sat on my bed and gave me a hug. As she was about to leave there was three bangs. These were the most violent bangs I had heard because I saw the wardrobe shake. My mum was shaking, she walked over to the wardrobe and opened it and there were cracks in the bottom of the wood.

This is one of many things that happened in my house. After 2 years of ghost sightings, banging, scratching, footsteps, creaking, and talking, we moved to a modern council house and there were no ghosts since.

Lewis Letzer 14 years old