02/12/17

A Walk in the Dark

“A strange thing happened one night when I was a young girl and my beau and I were walking home from church. The night was very dark. No stars were out, and of course there were no street lights. It was just one of those nights when everything is pitch dark, like a heavy fog over everything.

We were walking along, but not too fast as it was summer and I wouldn’t see Jim again ’til the next Saturday night.

One minute we were moving along all right and then Jim suddenly pulled me over saying, ‘Look out.’

At first, I thought he had seen a mud puddle, but he hurried me along and when I asked him what was the matter he said, “Nothing. I’ll tell you about it later.”

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08/8/16

Reader Submission: The Footsteps

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“I live with my father and two nights ago I dropped him off at the airport as he was spending a month in Florida. I fell asleep at 3:30 am, very exhausted, but was ‘jarred’ awake at exactly 5:00 in the morning. I could not understand why I was awake, since I knew I was exhausted, but then I heard it: footsteps coming up my stairs. The sound was as clear as a bell.

The logical part of my mind was trying to make sense of it. I wondered if perhaps my father had returned from Florida, but I knew he would have called. The footsteps moved into the hallway and crept closer to my bedroom. As the steps drew closer and closer, I watched the handle on my bedroom door, just waiting to see it turn. I then heard whatever it was take two steps into my father’s bedroom, then nothing. I waited five minutes and then went out to investigate.

In the back of my mind, I knew I wasn’t going to find a person . Still, I opened my door and peeked into dad’s room. I didn’t see anyone. Frightened, I returned to my room, switched on the lights, and left them on for the remainder of the morning. Since that night, I’ve been awakened a few times, but I have not heard the footsteps again. I must say, nothing is more frightening than hearing footsteps coming right up to your door.”

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07/26/16

Reader Submission: The Haunted Apartment

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“Up until a few months ago, I lived in an apartment in Manhattan with a roommate. We moved in the summer of 2012, and everything seemed fine…for a while.

It’s hot in August, so we had the AC window units running at night. It starts to cool off in September, so we turned off the AC and it was quiet at night. The first incident I noticed was when I heard what sounded like rustling in my dresser drawers. Because I’m a rational person, I dismissed it and told myself I was half asleep and that it was nothing. In the days/weeks after, I felt something jump on my bed in the middle of the night and walk around. But again, I ignored the incident, and in my half-asleep state of mind, thought it was my roommate’s cat. Then I remembered that my door was shut and the cat could not be in my room. This happened several times, so I knew it wasn’t just in my head, but I didn’t mention it to my roommate because I didn’t want us to scare each other.

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07/21/16

Reader Submission: The Man in the Rain

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“Here’s a story for you. I’m not sure if it was a ghost, but it was weird enough for me to wonder.

I’m in the car quite a bit as I travel for work, and my territory covers three states. Not long ago, I was about half an hour into a two-hour drive on Highway 64 West, just past Apex, NC. It was about nine in the morning, and it was POURING. The wind was roaring, and every now and then thunder rumbled in the distance. This stretch of highway had no exit ramps, no crossroads, and no houses, just fields and trees.

As I was driving, I noticed a man standing on the shoulder of the highway. I was at least a mile away, but because of the hills I could see pretty far. At first I thought he was a construction worker, but there were no other people were around, no equipment, no road work signs, nothing. The man never moved. He just stood there in the pouring rain.

As I got closer, I saw he was wearing old-fashioned overalls and one of those old white construction hats that kind of look like a bucket. He was completely soaked and was facing west, looking up the road away from me. Though it poured, the man just stood on the shoulder of the road. He didn’t move once. Cars in front of me switched over to the left lane as they passed him, so I know other drivers noticed him. Not once did the man turn his head to look at the cars or lift an arm to shield his face from the rain. He just stood there, arms hanging at his sides.

I watched the man as long as I could, continuing to check my rear view mirror until I could no longer see him. It was the strangest thing. I have never heard of any part of that highway that might be haunted. I did a quick Google search when I got home that evening, but no luck. Odd.”

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See also: “The Woman in the Rain