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For some time now, any noise or weirdness that may happen in our house, my hubby will say that it is just the ghost. Charlie the ghost, that is. He does this to spook Oldest and sometimes he gets me too. Our house isn’t very old and no one died in it, (well not the house part), but there are some weird noises and sounds at times. I don’t know how he came up with the name Charlie. Sometimes, L will point up to the corner of the room. This will make Oldest cringe. She will ask L if she sees Charlie and L will nod her head yes every time. We have even went so far as to tell Oldest that Charlie hangs out in her room. He stands in the corner and watches her sleep. I know, super creepy and we shouldn’t do it. She hates it when we say this, but it is all in fun. In my mom’s room, the light has been known to turn on by itself. We say Charlie is playing tricks again. In my bathroom, I have one light that likes to flicker at times when you first turn it on. “Oh Charlie, would you knock it off,” I say outloud. The the light will straighten itself out.

Several months ago, Oldest had her friend over and they love watching scary vidoes. We were outside early the next morning, trying to let L play before the sun took our shady area. Her friend wanted to play Ghost Hunters. He was talking about something on the show and Charlie popped into my head. “So, you’ve seen Charlie then?” He had a funny look on her face, so I went with it.  “Charlie, the ghost that stays in her room.” I said pointing to Oldest. “He stands in the corner and watches you guys while you sleep.” Oldest was looking up at me with a big grin on her face, thinking that this was going to spook her poor little friend. He thought about it for a few seconds, then shook his head yes. “I have seen him.” He said kinda low, looking down. Then he walked away. He never said another word and the Ghost Hunter game went right out the window.

When I was about Oldests age, I had a cat named Puff. On the weekends, I would hear my door crack open just a smidge and he would jump up on the bed, and snuggle down beside my leg. Even if I was needing to get up, I would let him stay for abit, listening to him purr. Unfortunately, Puff got sick and passed on. The first weekend he was gone, I swear to this day he visited me one last time. I was half awake when I felt something jump onto the bed and lay down beside my leg like he always did. At first in my groggy state, I thought it was him, them I realized it couldn’t be. Then I thought that maybe it was another one of our cats wondering around looking for a place to cuddle. I laid there awhile longer, then decided to see which one it was. I reached down before looking and there was nothing there. The feeling of a cat laying beside my leg was gone also.

Now back to what I said about no one dying in the house. Apparently the very first owner of this property built the garage. He was a machinist that liked to build guns. The story is that he wanted our neighbor to come by one day, he wanted to talk with him. He didn’t get the chance right away and several days later, the guy killed himself in the garage. Our garage. When hubby told me this, I was speechless. I felt so sorry for this man.

And no, his name was not Charlie.

Thanks for reading and Happy Halloween to all!

It’s as much fun to scare as to be scared.

-Vincent Price

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Last year I did a post about Movies that Creep Me Out. If you missed it, and like creepy, scary movies like me, you can get spooked here. Yesterday morning, I turned on the t.v. and since Little L had allready escaped the bedroom, instead of watching cartoons, I started flipping channels. I landed on FX and there was a movie…I went to turn the channel, when I noticed the little girl was up in the air, pulling on a blanket, all alone in her room and giggling. I had to stop to see what it was. Because you know kids alone in their rooms, giggling, floating in the air is not a good thing.  Then I remembered that I had seen this movie, but what was it called? It was past 8:30 and I really needed to be getting some breakfast going, but I didn’t want to walk away. After awhile and no help with telling me after the commercial break, (thanks FX), I remembered the name, Mama. It is a really good creepy movie about a ghost named Mama. It isn’t on Netflix anymore, that is where I had seen it a couple of years ago.

The next movie that came on, although I didn’t watch it, was The Purge. Now this is another not so favorite movies, but I have watched it a couple of times. I don’t like movies that seem real. I mean, what kind of town would let people go around one night killing who ever they want to kill and it be ok? I hope not any, but seriously, who comes up with this stuff?

I thought I would go over some pretty good scary movies that we have watched this year. We don’t do theaters, so most of them we watch on the internet at a free sight. There was Insidious 3, which I thought was definitely creepy at times. Sinister 2, I didn’t get to watch it all as of yet. My hubby watched it, and he said the first one was so much better, but it always is. The Visit was comedy is some parts, but creepy in others. While watching, there was one part where my daughter screamed out loud and then bit my hand that she was holding on to very tightly.  No Good Deed is a crime, horror, thriller type movie and worth checking out. Ouija is also a pretty good watch. I have never or will never own a Ouija board, but I don’t mind watching dumb asses play with them.

Some t.v. shows I got interested in were American Horror Story and The Walking Dead. I haven’t see the 4th season or the newest one yet of AHS, but we did a marathon of TWD the week of the season premier.

A few really bad horror movies that I felt like we wasted our time watching were The Gallows, Unfriended, and Paranormal Activity, the Ghost Dimension which was our latest one we sat through. It could have been a lot better, since the first 3 were good.

I am sure there are more movies to add to both lists, and I will think of them after I am finished with this post. If you have any to add, leave me a comment so I can check them out. This weekend our plans include, Hotel Transylvania 2, The Gift and the new Goosebumps movie to name a few. We want to get all spooked up for Trick or Treating.  🙂

 

Well it is the 2nd day of October and time to get into the haunting mood. I love hearing and reading ghost stories, so I am always looking for ones that aren’t that scary that I can tell to my kids. Little L is loving the idea of Halloween. She runs around the house pretending to be a ghost and tries to scare us. Yesterday, she told me there was a ghost in Sissy’s room. I had to go investigate, with her right behind me. We crept into her room and looked around. I told her there were no ghosties. She then said they were in our room. We went back and forth like this for a little bit, til she got distracted and went on to something else.

So if you are looking for a couple good not so scary stories for the younger kids this Halloween, look no further. I ran upon these the other day doing some ghost hunting myself and thought I would share them.

The Pink Jellybean

At the end of a long, dark road is a long, dark path.

At the end of the long, dark path is a lone, dark house.

And the lone, dark house has a single, dark door.

Behind the single, dark door is a long, dark hall.

At the end of the long, dark hall are some tall, dark stairs.

At the top of the tall, dark stairs is a long dark balcony.

At the end of the long, dark balcony is a big dark room.

In the big, dark room is a big, dark closet.

In the big, dark closet is a big, dark door.

Behind the big, dark door are some steep, dark stairs.

At the top of the steep, dark stairs is a dark, dusty attic.

In the dark, dusty attic is a big, dark chest.

In the big, dark chest is a small, dark box.

And in the small, dark box is a Pink Jellybean!

Hairy Toe

retold by S.E. Schlosser

Once there was an old woman who went out in the woods to dig up some roots to cook for dinner. She spotted something funny sticking out of the leaves and dug around until she uncovered a great big hairy toe. There was some good meat on that toe which would make a real tasty dinner, so the old woman put it in her basket and took it home.

When she got back to her cottage, the old woman boiled up a kettle-full of hairy toe soup, which she ate for dinner that night. It was the best meal she’d had in weeks! The old woman went to bed that night with a full stomach and a big smile.

Along about midnight, a cold wind started blowing in the tops of the trees around the old woman’s house. A large black cloud crept over the moon and from the woods a hollow voice rumbled: “Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!” Inside the house, the old woman stirred uneasily in her bed and nervously pulled the covers up over her ears.

From the woods there came a stomp-stomp-stomping noise as the wind whistled and jerked at the treetops. In the clearing at the edge of the forest, a hollow voice said: “Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!” Inside the house, the old woman shuddered and turned over in her sleep.

A stomp, stomp, stomping sound came from the garden path outside the cottage. The night creatures shivered in their burrows as a hollow voice howled: “Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!” Inside the house, the old woman snapped awake. Her whole body shook with fright as she listened to the angry howling in her garden. Jumping out of bed, she ran to the door and barred it. Once the cottage was secure, she lay back down to sleep.

Suddenly, the front door of the cottage burst open with a bang, snapping the bar in two and sending it flying into the corners of the room. There came the stomp, stomp, stomping noise of giant feet walking up the stairs. Peeping out from under the covers, the old woman saw a massive figure filling her doorway. It said: “Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!”

The old woman sat bolt upright in terror and shouted: “I ATE your hairy toe!”

“Yes, you did,” the giant figure said very gently as it advanced into the room.

No one living in the region ever saw the old woman again. The only clue to her disappearance was a giant footprint a neighbor found pressed deep into the loose soil of the meadow beside the house. The footprint was missing the left big toe.

sayboo

Pumpkin man pumpkin man

I’m the one-eyed pumpkin man.

I will chase you as fast as I can,

‘Cause I’m the one-eyed pumpkin man.

You will run, thinking… it’s

just for fun.

But when you hear me scream, you

will hope that it is just a dream…

‘Cause I’m the one-eyed pumpkin man!

 

Trying my hand at a spooky poem inspired by one of my daughters favorite toys.

 

Last year's pic but she still loves him.

Last year’s pic but she still loves him.

 

One of my favorite pics.

One of my favorites.

Have you ever watched a horror movie that just creeps you out? You know the ones that make you think twice about going down that dark hall way to use the potty in the middle of the night. You decide to just hold it till morning. The kind that gives you the heebie jeebies long after the show is over and you jump at every little noise coming and going. Then you have to keep telling yourself that it was just a movie. Yep, been there and done that one alright. But I have to say that I love to watch a good scary movie.  I usually scare myself silly with my own imagination hours after the movie is over. When I go to the bathroom at night, I will not, nope, never, you can’t make me, look into the mirror as I am entering or exiting the room. Which is pretty hard, our bath has 2 huge mirrors in it.

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I also hate getting up in the middle of the night and trekking to the kitchen for my little one’s bottle. Oh it’s easy going in, but having to turn out the light and head back to the bedroom, a whole other story. I leave my cell phone lying on one of the counters and I will turn it on right before turning the light off, so I have a little bit of light. I know, I am a big scaredy cat for sure. Most of the time, if there is a noise, it is just my dog moving around to see what I am doing.  So why do I do it to myself? Honestly, I do not know.

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Last night, the hubby and I decided to watch  Scream 2 on Netflix. This one I have seen several times so it really isn’t that scary. Just nice to refresh the memory. When I first watched Scream, I had rented it, because my ex had invited some work buddies over for the evening.  When it got dark every one decided they needed to drive into town and pick up some drinks. I didn’t want to go, so I stayed and put the movie on. Let me tell you, it scared the living daylight out of me. I had turned on all the lights in the house before the first 30 minutes was up. No lie! Other movies that have creeped me out and made my heart race in the middle of the night are:

1. Halloween  Michael Myers, need I say more.

2. Insidious  “Renai, I’m over here.” My husband says this with my name in a really creepy voice.

3. Insidious 2  To the women in the white dress, hey leave the baby alone!

4. The Strangers  “Because you were home.” That line has stuck with me from the first time I watched it.

5. Evil Dead  “I’ll swallow your soul!” Funny now, but it scared the crap out of me before.

6. The Conjuring  Basheba still scares the crap out of me.

7. Paranormal Activity  The ending gets me everytime.

8. Annabelle  Now the doll is creepy but didn’t really scare me, the ghost women did. And why do they always go after the baby??

9. Sinister  I could never live in a house where anyone was killed.

10. Gothica The only movie that my hubby says actually made him jump. Atleast the only one that he will admit too.

Some honorable mentions are:

Darkness Falls   Just another reason to be afraid of the dark and I used to like the tooth fairy.

The Shining   Sorry Jack, that Heeeeeer’s Johny line has got to go.

The Ring  Girl quit crawling out the damn tv already!

The Grudge  The woman crawling down the stairs is just freaky!!

 

Then there is the list of Horror movies that I will not ever watch again:  It, Candy Man, The Exorcist, Amityville Horror, The Omen, just to name a few. Not that they aren’t good, it is just that once was enough for me!!

 

They have played Freddy Vs. Jason several times this month. My hubby said that they should have made a Freddy Vs. Michael. I got all excited and said, “I think I would vote for Michael.” He just looks at me and says, “I would hope they would just kill each other.”  Oooops, my bad!  😉

 

Girl in Pink

Posted: October 17, 2014 in Fall, funny, ghost stories, Halloween, toddlers
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A chilly morning in October. The skies were dark even though daylight had been hours ago. I was standing in the kitchen when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see a little girl dressed all in pink. She was very young, not even two, I thought. I noticed she was pointing down at something. Then she looked at me and smiled. I realized it was the dogs water bowl and it was full. I yelled, “No, please don’t!” She smiled at me again and then vanished.

True story… just happened this morning. 🙂

A couple of weeks ago, my oldest wanted me to tell her a scary story. I decided to tell her about a time that I was in grade school. Something kind of spooky happened to me and I have never spoken of it, until this day. So in the spirit of Halloween, I thought I would share it with you. Here it goes…

One day in early fall, my whole school went on a field trip. I can’t remember exactly what grade I was in at the time, but I am thinking 3rd or 4th. The name of the place escapes me, but it was Paradise something. Maybe Paradise Park. I remember that their was a very long swinging bridge that we had to cross over, just to get to the place. This in itself scared me, because I was and still am, afraid of heights. But we all made it across, safe and sound.

The park was pretty good size, with a playground, and some picnic tables. There were buildings that we were not allowed to go inside though. They looked like houses, but I don’t think anyone lived in them. Ok…so someone started saying that in one of the houses, they kept seeing the curtain move and they seen someone looking down. The story spread throughout the playground and finally got to my friends and I. We kept looking up at the window, but really I didn’t see anything that looked scary. But just the thought into a young girls head, made you think you saw something. I remember us all eating lunch, then heading back to school, still talking about that window.

When I got home, I immediately started telling my mom about the day. All about the playground and what went on. I then decided to tell her about the story that was spread about the mystery window. I was almost finished, when the phone rang in the living room. I, being the nosy one in the house, ran off to get the phone.  When I answered the it, there was no one there. I said Hello a few times, and still no one, not even static. I was about to say Hello one more time, and something came over me. I literally got scared right at that very moment. I thought oh no, the story was true and they didn’t want me to talk about it. I remember hanging up and walking slowly back to my mom’s bedroom. She asked me who was on the phone. I said no one, no one answered. I got really quiet and my mom asked me what was wrong. I told her I was tired and just dropped it. I didn’t even tell her the whole story. I just wanted to forget about it and go on.

I then told my daughter that this was the first time that I had ever told the story. It was true. Sometimes I would think about it, but I never told anyone. As I type this I have chill bumps going on. As I was finishing with my story, my dear, sweet hubby walked in and said, “You promised you would never tell!” With a crazy look on his face.  I think my eyes bulged out of my head. He had been listening and thought he would give me a good scare and it definitely worked. Even my daughter yelled at him.

So there you have it…hope you enjoyed my story. I have included some creepy window pics for your enjoyment. MUHAHAHAHAHA

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The girl came home from school to an empty house everyday. Her mom worked and would be home around 5. Her daily routine was to come in, and immediately call her mom at work to let her know she was safe at home. Everyday she called, the same lady answered the phone. “Hi Brenda”, the girl said. “Can I speak to my mom, please?” The lady on the other end, who recognized the girls voice, said “Sure thing hun, hold on.” Every day it was the same thing. The girl would talk to her mom and tell her that she was ok. Tell her about homework or if she had an easy day. Then the girl would say good bye, hang up and ransack the kitchen for goodies to eat.

One Monday afternoon, she got home from school and did her usual thing.  All the teachers gave some kind of homework today for some reason. But not letting it get to her, she proceeded to call her mom. When Brenda answered the phone, “Thank you for calling YCH, how can I direct your call?” The girl thought, knowing Brenda’s voice, that she sounded kind of sad today. The girl responded by saying “Hi Brenda, how are you?” The voice on the other end said “I’m good, how about you?”  “Ok, lots of homework tho, can I speak to mom.”  “Ok hun.” She always called her hun. The girl laughed at this thought and said thank you. When her mom came on the other end, the girl started telling her about her day. She was in good spirits, besides the mound of homework that awaited her. In her ramblings to her mom she said, “I think it’s funny how Brenda always calls me hun.” Her mom became quiet for a moment, then said, “Brenda died over the weekend, she had a heart attack.” The girl froze, not knowing what to say. Silence. Her mom spoke, “Are you ok?” No words could form from the girls mouth. Thoughts ran through her head. Lots of thoughts. What…How could…who was that that had answered the phone? How did they know who to transfer the call to? She started to cry and hung up the phone. Several minutes later, the phone rang. She answered, trying to control the tears. It was her mom. “Honey, are you alright?” “It’s ok to cry. I will be home soon.” The girl nodded and squeaked out a tiny ok and hung the phone up once more.