Friday Scary Story, September 26

Do you listen to your gut?

If it says run?  Do you run?

Sometimes I don't.



After work, I waited by the elevator.

It is the sixth floor.

From the corner of my eye, I see a dark object.  It glides over unnaturally, as if floating.

It is a man.

He is extremely thin, and tall.  He is so hunched over that he looks like a candy cane.

It is 100 degrees outside, and it is odd that he is heavily cloaked in black, and is wearing a wide brimmed black felt hat.

My intuition warnings are loud.  I feel very strongly that I should not get on the elevator with him.

I ignore my gut, and tell myself nothing will happen.

I get on.  My gut still hurts.

As we slowly hit floor four, he unkinks his body and stands straight and tall.  Directly facing me.  He stares me right in the eyes, and says, "I could get off on the fourth floor and jump off the building."

I do not move.  I do not respond.  I do not want to imprint on this man's mind, or being.

The elevator stops at floor three.  A woman get on and stands between us.  As she steps in, he shrinks back into his candy cane shape, hunched over and pathetic.

What would you do?

Every Friday... A scary story.

Every Friday... I am going to post a frightening experience.

All I ask, is that you tell me, what you would do?

Would you run?

Would you fight?

Would you freeze up and...


I look forward to tomorrow my friends.

Lady in the window...

Have you ever lived in a haunted house?

I have.

Has a ghost ever touched you?

One has touched me before.

Have you ever heard one speak to you?

I have.

I have heard one call my name.  Loud and clear.  It has been awhile, and I am glad for that.

But, sometimes... I wonder about them again.  And, this sick thing inside me is curious to see one again.  Smell one again.  Does this happen to you?

A house I visited in NW Portland, was haunted.  Everyone and everything that lived in it got sick.  Severely sick.  Deathly sick.  It was vacant at the time I was there.  I took a picture of the front of the house.

Later a friend asked, "Who is the lady looking out of the window?"

I told her it was vacant at the time, and I had just been inside.  There was no one there.

But...  In the picture... Staring out of the upstairs window was the face of a woman.

I can still see her.

I had to keep going there, but I never went alone.  And I never went upstairs again.

Scary Moment... What would you do?

Imagine waiting for a train after work.
 
It arrives and is packed full of people.  You wait for the next one.  It is packed too.

You get on.

The air is thick, and moist.  It smells.  You want to gag.

Arms and faces smash against you.  You try to find something to focus on, until you can get off.

As soon as you go underground, the lights dim.

You see a spot of calm.  It is a tiny spot with nothing moving.

It is a small, tiny woman.  She is sitting perfectly still.  She is perfectly dressed, in a navy blue suit with pearls and white gloves.

On her lap is a small square lunch box.

She opens it, and carefully picks out something to eat.  She holds it with both hands like a miniature corn on the cob.  It is red, It is dripping.

She eats it like a rat, nibbling from one end to the other.  Her mouth is now red.  It looks like blood.

She looks up.

She stops moving.  The woman stares right into your eyes, and smiles.  Her mouth is bloody.

You see what she has in her hands is the lower piece of a human jaw... and what looked like corn is human teeth...

What would you do?

My most recent ghost sighting...

My last ghost sighting was at the McMenemins Hotel at Edgefield, in Troutdale.

I will not go back again.

I went there for a company meeting.  I had never heard of the place before.

Driving in, I saw a beautiful old building.  I was excited, until I saw four old ladies in a window staring at me.

I could see they were ghosts.

I needed to get inside, so I just pushed the thought away.

In a hallway, I saw a picture on the wall.  It was the four old ladies in a line together.  They had all been dead for some time.

The ghost energy was thick.  It was all over.  It oozed out from the walls, it breathed on your neck.  The gardens are famous for how unusual the plants grow.  I believe they were fertilized with people ashes.  There was a crematorium there.

At lunch, I called a few people and told them to google the place and see what they found out.

It has a long history.

It has a dark history.

It is know to be haunted.  I wanted to leave.

At the end of the day, I went into one of the bathrooms.   I was alone in there.

The lights went off and on.

I said out loud, "I am not afraid of you!"

I felt this burst of energy.  I felt anger.  Then, the fire alarms throughout the place started going off, and doors automatically were shutting.

I ran out.  I am not going back there.

Ever.



Check out the history yourself.

http://www.mcmenamins.com/blog/2010/10/28/53-A-Blog-About-the-Ghost-Logs

First time I remember seeing a ghost.

I was about ten years old when it started.

I always slept with my bedroom door closed, and the lights off when I went to sleep.

I had no fear.

One night, I heard a soft, kind woman's voice.

I froze.

I could not understand the language she was speaking.  I looked to the end of my bed, and there was a women cloaked in black.  She continued speaking to me.

I remember, hiding under my covers, hoping she would go away.  But, she didn't.

I remember counting one... Two... Three and wanting to run out of my room.  But my body wouldn't move.

She kept talking to me.  The woman continued until I did get my body to work, and I ran as fast as I could to my mother.

The dark cloaked woman came back to visit me several times.

My mother, then taught me about how we see ghosts.

Have you ever seen a ghost?

Have you ever seen a ghost?

Have you ever felt someone watching you, and you are alone?

Have you ever smelled someone that has gone to the other side?

I have.

Tell me your story...

A great book to learn storytelling.

Storytelling is an art.

A book that has helped me learn the techniques of storytelling, is The Writer's Journey, by Christopher Vogler.  

I love writing.

I am so glad, I was brave enough to put my thoughts out to the World.  You have all been so wonderful and kind to me.  I appreciate all of you so much.

I am writing the second book of my Aggi trilogy.

Be brave my friends, speak your voices.  They are all so unique and so beautiful.

They are perfect.