6 haunting stories | Hilarity In The Presence Of Fear | Chris Is A Welcome Presence In Our Home | Mrs Grouch And Granny | Courtner Road | Halloween Prank | The House Next To My Best Friends

                      6 Haunting Stories

       Hilarity In The Presence Of Fear

This tale is a recounting of another experience I had this past Halloween. So for those of you that haven't read any of my stories yet I am a tad bit sensitive to spirits. I'm so used to paranormal activity that I'm actually very casual about it, unless it's necessarily violent. Even then I'll still act cool about it. Hehe finding Hilarity in the presence of fear really helps one cope with this lifestyle. Anyways last Halloween my Gypsy/Wiccan friend Bekka decided it would be cool for a group of "believers" to go to a local legendary area. We call this place the road of the cross (I do believe that the place has a proper name, however we do not know it). Before that I would like to go into a little backstory to my dear friend Bekka. Bekka is very popular at my school for being very brash, brave, honest, and beautiful. She has some Roma in her family and she is a Wiccan in a more spiritual sense rather than bloodline. We actually became friends due to my spiritual encounters. She cannot feel spirit's the same way I can; however she has the natural impulses most people have- which is usually certain emotional stimuli that occurs in the presence of a strong spiritual entity. Anyways this place is very popular among teenagers due to the numerous rumours that surround it. The road is about a mile long with several hundred crosses (like a holy cross) made out of many materials scattered throughout the road. It's INSANELY creepy and so is the backstory to it. They say that a man went insane and killed his wife and child, believing it to be "god's will". He then created several hundred holy crosses of all signs with prayers etched into each one. This is just the rumours of course. Nevertheless there is a strong feeling of dread there even during the day and I tend to stay away from it at all times. I foolishly gave into peer pressure and led the way along with Bekka due to the fact that it's near impossible to find even to the point where people believe that it only appears to those who can speak to the dead (hence why they made me lead the way). We eventually found the road and parked our car to the side next to the cross the size of an electrical pole. We then began to walk around the road in an attempt to seek out the spirit of the wife and child. Bekka was using me as a ghost detector and it was incredibly demeaning and aggravating. However no matter how much I told her it doesn't work like that she continued to use me so. She's lucky I have a high tolerance to her shenanigans. About an hour passed and my friends were complaining that although the place was incredibly terrifying, there were no ghosts. We began to walk back to the car when I noticed a small shack on the other side of the road. I said that we should check it out but everyone was too chicken. Me, Bekka, and about three other people decide to go while, three people stayed by the car like very intelligent people. As we walked toward the shack, I began to realize that it was actually a small home. It was the home where the rumoured terrors occurred. At this point my mind was telling to stay as far away from the place as possible. I told everyone that it wasn't worth it and they took this as a sign that the ghosts where there and that I was too stubborn to admit it. However... They were right. I could feel a strong presence of dread emanating from the home. I wanted nothing to do with it. While everyone walked in, I made the mistake of walking off into the woods. Let me explain my incredibly stupid decision. I felt so sick to my stomach that I swear I was experiencing minor cases of Virtigo. I couldn't experience any form of balance and everything was getting blurry. This is when I see something that still creeps me out to the core. I felt a throbbing in my head when I faced a small area in the woods. At the centre of this was a shadow. A very large muscular man sized shadow. I knew I had to get away. I didn't care if I wasn't sure what it was. I screamed and told it to go away with as much force as I could. The shadow then lifted up its hand, and pointed at me. I then immediately turned around and ran. I ran as fast as I could. I thought I was going to die. As I was running for dear life, I ran into a smaller figure. I screamed very loud, and so did the figure. It turned out to be Bekka. She said she got worried after a while because she felt a bit sick in the house and I was missing. She was calling for me. However I wasn't far enough from the home to not hear her. I decided not to care and told her we had to get out of here. She kept pestering me why and was trying to keep me from running. I told her that she was being that one stupid overly brave girl who dies in the films because she won't listen. She began to laugh and started booing me, mocking me. I told her to shut up and then she suddenly stopped. Her face went pale and she slowly turned around. She then screamed and ran. The figure was behind us and was very close. We ran to the car and made sure everyone was in and then we floored it. To this day I believe it to be the restless spirit of the man who created the road in the first place. I haven't gone back ever since.

Chris Is A Welcome Presence In Our Home

We had a good one for Halloween, but maybe it was coincidence. Not. I live with a widower who lost his beloved wife, Chris, of twenty years to cancer. She started an extensive garden where we spend most of our time. Quite a legacy. He does not believe in any after life, end of subject. I have gently insisted Chris is still about a few times and let go of it. I have only picked up on her a few times in the last two years, but if you listen quietly and be aware, she is obvious. On Halloween, we do a pretty big shindig in the front, crone outfits, real witch house atmosphere, etc. I left that house during a divorce, and once settled in with David, I was looking forward to Halloween again. His porch was absolutely perfect place for a new haunting spot, so to speak. A woman passed the house while I was spinning my webs, happily exclaiming, "So this is where you are now!" Halloween finally arrives, and I am outside in full hag makeup, handing out candy to terrified children. A woman approached us asking about our house, stood in front of me with David at my side, 'listening' for a time and finally asked who was the spirit in our house? Who was Chris? You could have bowled David over with a whisper. There have been a few times when something definite has occurred, in about five years of being in or around the house. I was sitting in the room where she spent most of her dying years, looking at the window out to the yard. Its framing is a tad sloppy. I heard, as clear as day, her say something to the effect of "If you let me live, God, I will never complain about that window again..." It was said in a fashion that made me feel that she had a new appreciation for all things in life, even the crookedly framed window that is quite askew. It was quite sad. Last May, we were driving along on a curving, woodsy road in town that parallels a large creek, a great sunny Saturday, the girls in the back seat. We were hit head on by someone who wanted our lane more than we did and didn't give us time to get out of her way. She was going about 60, we were doing 35. Neither car made it, and by all rights, we should have been tipped over upside down into the full running creek. We did end up airborne, what an experience. I came out of that car swearing with an attitude I didn't know I could demonstrate. Immediately after we got the girls out of the car and trying to collect our thoughts enough to function, other things on my mind, right out of the blue I just 'got' it that Chris (whose car we were driving) was responsible for the fact we were not hurt, or dead. Loud and clear. Non-negotiable. A few hours later we returned finally home courtesy of the local police department. I was standing in the living room and contemplating life. I watched the small bottle of Chris' ashes pop off the living room library shelves as I stood right there. You couldn't ask for better confirmation.

Mrs Grouch And Granny

I had a friend, Les, who was a mortician AND a comedian. He said it helped him keep his other job lighter. Whoosh. Les wanted to have a Halloween party, at the mortuary where he worked. Oh boy. An old friend, Steve, said he would go to the party with me. We got to the grounds but didn't see any evidence of a party. We pulled up to the back of the main building that had Miami Vice type clear ice blocks in the walls and a door. You could see movements beyond the blocks, light inside the building. This might be the place? We sat for a minute, deciding if we wanted to proceed or not, and the door opened. A tall geeky looking guy in white lab coat and glasses came out, splashed with blood. The smell of formaldehyde was unmistakable. Oh yuck. Steve asked for Les, while I sat stiff and still as a board, trying to melt into the passenger's seat. The guy slowly and silently pointed to a fairly normal looking house within the grounds. Not a word. Off we went, totally creeped out, staring at each other with saucer sized eyes. He watched us all the way. We giggled a bit uneasily. Inside the residence, Les and the party was forming. It wasn't long before we moved the party over to the mortuary, once all the employees had gone home for the night. Standard gory stuff, punch that looked like blood, and one of his buddies popped out of a closed coffin in the coffin display room. I pulled Les aside and asked if there was anyone in the viewing room, could I go 'see and listen' quietly? He agreed to let me in, asking me to keep this to myself. Les unlocked the room, saying he would relock the room when I was done. This would be one of the largest learning experiences of my life. A very large room, two coffins, separated by screens and curtains directly in front of me, divided into two family areas. Two very small steps into each section would be where I would stand for my visit, not wanting to intrude into the very sacred, hushed atmosphere. The larger side contained a plump older woman with short, fluffy white hair. She looked happy. Sweet. Blue pastel dress, lace, necklace of pearls, holding a bible and a rosary and a small bouquet, with other several items placed there by her family? Flowers filled the room, and so did she. Still in the immediate area, and the feeling was one of deep contentment and peace. Stillness. Acceptance. Unmistakable presence in the corner, almost at ceiling level. A soft and gentle rocking sensation. On the other side was another woman, judged to be quite old from her appearance. She was rather stout, dressed in victorian black and no frills. Plain grumpy expression. Harumph. She was still there, too, but much stronger. She was mad and she didn't care WHO knew it. Grump. Grrrrr. Very strong, very angry, and everywhere, an energy not centered in any one place. Very uncomfy. Very oppressive. As I left the room and looked back, I could visualize these two women, on either side of the curtain, two such extreme emotions, so close together, yet independent and ineffectual against the other. Almost yin and yang, black and white. I returned to the party, shaking off that anger as best I could. I found myself wondering how I would have felt had I visited them in reverse order. Would the peace have been strong enough to alleviate that intense anger? Is anger and hatred always so much stronger and more powerful than peace and bliss, harder for us to leave off? The experience did make me aware of how easily we are affected by another's anger and negativity! I pulled Les aside, told him I was done, but could I ask him, what was the circumstances of both the ladies? He shrugged and said one lady died peacefully in her sleep, and the turnout tomorrow was expected to be quite large. She was very loved and mourned by a large family and many grandchildren. The other lady? She had committed suicide. It was hard to get any cooperation from her family, and she was almost buried in a pauper's grave. The family must have been almost glad to see her go and they didn't expect any significant visitors. I didn't need to clarify which was which. I knew. We left right after that. I had enough and was drained by the viewing room. This also taught me well that people don't always move on right away. They can hover, for whatever reason, for whatever length of time. I suspect Mrs. Grouch hung around a long time after Granny floated on.

Courtner Road

Courtner Road in Pueblo is THE place to be on Halloween night. Everyone goes there, freaks each other out, goes home and gets drunk. That's all there is to do in Pueblo. But, on any other night, it's just a regular road, with regular houses. One morning, at around 1:00 a.m. my cousin Matt and I were goofing around after hours, thinking we were cool. We drove by the old Courtner house. It was really scary. I had been past it a few times, but I had never really looked at it. It's burnt down, and half of it is gone, but the basement is still there. Matt parked the car. He turned off all the lights and told me the story. "Old man Courtner lived there with his wife and two kids. He was a member of the KKK. He would kill African Americans in his basement. One day, he went crazy and killed his dog. When his wife asked him about it... He chased her through the woods around their house. Finally he caught up with her, and shot her. He shot his son too... But the daughter, he hung her in a tree, so people driving by could see her..." I could feel shivers and I told Matt to drive the car. He took off slowly. He glanced in the mirror to see cars behind us. He hit the breaks and smacked the rear view mirror. He looked at me and then kept driving. Nothing was said... It was too scary for the both of us. I glanced up in the mirror and saw the scariest face looking at me from the backseat. I turned to the backseat and it was gone. Matt kept driving. We were WAY TOO AFRAID to tell each other what we saw. We drove a little further, and we saw a little girl... Walking across the street in a light pink dress. I started to scream and Matt swerved so he wouldn't hit her. We wrecked right in front of the tree that Courtner hung his daughter in. I checked the gas gages before I passed out. They were flying from 20 to 90. Back and forth. Matt was flying around the entire car. I had my seat belt... For some reason, it unbuckled and hit me in the face. Just before I hit my head on the dash I saw Courtner. I know it was him. Standing in front of the car. Our car jolted, and I was knocked out. When I woke up, Matt was sitting motionless in the driver's seat. I asked how long I had been out. "Only a few minuets" he said. He got out of the car, to check the damage. We had hit and electric fence, and two barbed wire fence and a tree. The car had barely any damage. We were about to back the car out when the back end lifted up. Matt got out and went to check what we were stuck on... Nothing. We drove home. A few night later we had to prove to our friends that the Courtner stories weren't just talk... They were real. Matt was in the back seat with his friends Trent and Clint, and my friend Jennifer was up front with me. I pulled the car up to the entrance to the house. I shut it off just like Matt did. Our plan was to go in the basement, but when we all got out... Matt didn't. We thought at first that he was scared, but his door wouldn't open. We pulled on the lock with pliers, and tried to pry the door open. It wouldn't budge. Finally we all decided to get back in the car. We drove a little ways down the road, and I saw Courtner in my review mirror. Jennifer saw him out of her side mirror too. He stood watching us, in the middle of the road... Behind our car. I didn't want to scare Matt. He was already shaken up. A little while later, my seat belt tightened. Now... It didn't just pull... It tightened so hard that my seat got knocked backward. I started to cry, and threw the seatbelt off of me. We couldn't believe it. We finally got back on South road. We went to take Trent, Clint and Matt home. When we got out... We saw from the outside on the back window. "Matt and Courtney Courtner road" Ever since that nigght... If anyone mentions Courtner road... Matt can't see out of his left eye and I get a bloody nose. Every time. Never again will Courtner be viewed as a party place on Halloween. It wants me and my cousin to go back... And never come home.

Halloween Prank

Halloween night I had to work the 11p to 7 a shift at the ER. But I did get to watch some of the live Ghost Hunter TV show. It was a quiet night considering that it was halloween, no trick or treaters and I actually fell asleep for a few hours before I had to go to work. Earlier that day I won the halloween costume contest at my job and I was tired from being up so early in the day. I mention the tv show because it seems like some of my ghostly happenings occur shortly after watching a show on a paranormal subject. Like the ghosts know I am open for a visit or something but the do act up at other times too. Work was slow, not busy for a holiday night and I was tired and anxious to get home and go to bed. Well when I opened the front door I was startled for a moment because sitting right in the middle of the hallway were my shoes stacked in a straight line again. (just like Easter) It was done with a different pair of shoes as the ones it use to stack have since been thrown away because the soles had a hole in it. I got the chills and at the same time I was excited to see the ghosts played a halloween prank. I am writing this at work but when I get home I will try to send the picture that I took of the stacked shoes. Another happening but I don't know if we can blame the ghost. Last week I was away on a trip with my sister. "S" stayed home to watch the dog. All of the sudden he heard a loud crash and the sound of glass breaking. What it turned out to be was a large heavy mirror that was propped up against a wall in the laundry room. So how did the mirror just fall forward hit the sink and crash to the floor? The door was closed, no wind could get in and the dog was asleep at "S" feet. Our question is how could a big heavy mirror just tip over and shatter. There was no vibration, or wind or any other natural happening that could have pushed it over. And if it slid down to break why was the glass face down and not right side up. Do you think the ghost was mad that I was away?

The House Next To My Best Friends

About a year ago in October my best friend had a Halloween party, I was unable to go because, to be perfectly honest, I was really mad at her. It was a week before Halloween and all of my friends went to her party, they asked not to have their names in this so we'll call them Jay, Em, Cee, and Ar, there were other people there but this effected them the most. I don't remember everything they told me about it, but I know I was curious about the house so like the brilliant teenagers we are we decided to break in. We went to Em's Nana's house and took some of her bobby-pins before going next door. We tried the front door, and when it didn't budge we went around to the back. Since it was my idea we all agreed that I would be the one to unlock the door, so I bent down and I worked the bobby-pins into the lock... A few minutes later I start to get this really weird feeling, like I was shaking and nervous and my heart was pounding. I'd like to say it was excitement, or even just plain fear... But the truth is: I was terrified. Just as I heard the lock click, Em fell off the porch and Cee started having what can only be described as a panic attack. We took off running from the house to the gate and as we ran I heard someone calling after us, I don't remember who's name it was but it was clearly mine or Em's and then "WAIT!" When we got down the drive way we all paused to catch our breath and looked up at the house. There is a huge window right above the garage, which takes up a majority of the front of the house, and in that window Em, Cee and I all saw the same thing: The shadow of a man with deep red eyes. This part is going to be basically unbelievable if you don't believe in people who have powers and such, but Cee is an empath, no not like a Jasper from Twilight empath, she can't control your emotions, but she feels them strongly. So we were walking down the street (it's a dead end) towards this like ditch thing and all of a sudden she collapsed in the middle of the road and started bawling her eyes out. None of us knew what to do, here was our best friend in the middle of the road sobbing, and nothing we said could stop her. After about 3 minutes she stopped crying and stood up and told us that she felt like she had been attacked, her face was pale and her hands were shaking, and she said it had broken through all of her barriers (For those of you who don't understand this, we are all some form of pagan, or at least take on some parts of the beliefs, this includes protection spells and other such things) and there was nothing she could do to stop it. That was when we decided to go back to Em's Nana's and pretend like it had never happened. We all spent the night that night and I had a dream about that house... The first thing that's weird about it is, I don't have dreams, ever, when I sleep it's nothing but black. The second weird thing is, I have never seen the inside of that house, but Em has, having lived next door to it and being best friends with the little girl that used to live there, and she told me I described the inside of it perfectly. A couple weeks later Jay, Cee, Ar, Jay's younger sister and I all reluctantly agreed to go spend the night and M's again. An hour or so after we got there, Jay's little sister started crying, saying that "Mommy was outside and she wanted us all to come out and talk to her." Earlier that day Cee, Ar, Em and I all said protection prayers around her house, and there for he couldn't get in. We told Jay's sister that "No, we're not going outside and that's not Mom out there." 10 minutes later there was a knock on the door, and even though we told her not to, Jay opened the door, both the screen and the actual door... No one was there. The air in the room got heavier... The six of us got fidgety and some of us were plain out scared... But me... I was as calm as could be... I was also the only one sitting on the couch at the time, I feel the need to add at this part that after much, terrifying, experience with this particular... Whatever he is... That we know how he works. He lulls you into a false sense of security, he makes you feel safe, like nothing could harm you... Until he does. M told me as calmly as she could that I need to "Get the eff off that couch right now." When I asked her why she replied "Because your head is in his effing lap now up!" to which I immediately jumped up and ran across the house. Cee, EM, Jay and I, being the strongest people their spiritually, said a prayer and then immediately began to say our protection spell I pray to you with all my might Oh gracious goddess of day and night Thrice around the circles bound Evil sinking into the ground We repeated the spell until we were sure he was gone. I feel the need to tell you all what happened around Christmas, involving the same "Man" and the same house. But I think this is getting to be too long. So let me end on this note. Two months ago an extremely nice gay couple moved into that house. I went over to Em's house with Jay to help her clean a couple days ago, and the first thing I saw when I pulled up was a moving van next door. I don't care if you believe if this it true or not... Because the six of us know that it is.