Photos.

Photos.

They should make you smile.  Feel good.

But, I feel sick.  I feel crazy.

I've felt something has been next to me, against me, close to me, for the last week.  But, when I look, there's nothing there.

I didn't know what to do, so I took pictures.

I grabbed my phone, and began taking selfies.  I took one in every room of the house.



I'm not alone.



There was something behind me.  It's in every photo.  A dark shadow of a person.

I'm scared.  It's 3:00 am in the morning.  I've been up all night.  I felt the shadow behind me.  I felt it getting closer.


It's here right now.  It's breathing on my neck.  I can feel it's icy breath.  I can smell it's putrid stench.

I just took another selfie.

It's not a shadow any more.  It's a man.  His head is close to mine. He's looking at me.  I know him.  He's the man that killed my mother.

He's been dead for ten years.

Friday Scary Story, July 3, 2015

I keep finding spiders.

Thick ones that move fast.

I found webs under my bed, and in between my clothes in the closet.

When I move my curtains, a few always drop down.


I followed one to the attic.  The opening is in the ceiling, above my desk.

When I pushed it open, a heavy spider jumped on my face.


I fell.  I must have hit my head.  I can't focus.


I can't make myself move.  I can't get control of my panic attack.


They're dropping down on me.  There's so many.  They're getting heavy.

I feel my face, and body swelling from their bites.

They are tearing at me.  

I hear them scratching in my ears.

I can smell blood.

I can taste it.

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.

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...