Happy Halloween!! Since it is the day to celebrate the dead, I have a scary story for you. Brace yourself. It’s going to be good.
I grew up in the country woods. At night, it is the darkest place I have ever seen. My husband is terrified of my parent’s house. We didn’t have close neighbors and if something happened, no one would hear you scream. My parents were out one night and I was home alone. I was in the kitchen probably trying to uncover some hidden stash of chocolate when the radio went all funny. I walked around the corner to fix the station and I saw a head peeking around the bathroom door. A white, see-through, woman ghost-head. She quickly ducked back into the bathroom. I ran downstairs to the basement (because that is less scary, right?) and cowered in my bedroom. Yes, I was hiding from the ghost. Why did I think I could hide from a ghost? Didn’t anyone ever teach me that ghosts can go through walls, doors and ceilings? Alas, I never saw the ghost again. I have myself convinced that she was more afraid of me than I was of her.
My parents never believed me and I’m pretty sure my siblings made fun of me.
So……I hope she haunts them.