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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.  🙂

 

I can remember every Halloween costume Oldest has worn over the years. At 2 she had a Cinderella dress. She didn’t go out Trick or Treating back then, I really didn’t see the point. The next year, she was a cute little witch all in black and bright green trim. She had more fun giving out candy this year. Then at 4 she was a ballerina, and the first time she got to actually go to houses. When she was 5, she had no clue what to go as and we had just moved to Washington and didn’t have alot of money at that time. We went into a Salvation Army with a friend and she spied a black/leopard print dress in her size. She wanted it so bad, and I remember that it was like $2. We also loved going to the dollar store and they had these masks that came with all the pieces you just had to glue it together, in the Halloween section. We found a cat mask and she went as a kitty that year.

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My little Kitty. Meow

At age 6, she went as a Pirate, minus the eye patch. The next year, her cousin invited her to go with them and he was going to be a ninja. When we went looking for her a costume, she found a female ninja outfit. We called them to make sure that it was ok with them that she also went as a ninja. Her cousin could be a bit on the selfish side, but they said it was cool with them.

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Just chillin!

When she turned 8, she went as a dark princess, angel thing. I am not really sure what it was, but she liked it. At 9 she went as a Monster High character, Lagoona Blue. 10, she was a witch again, and last year at age 11, a Zombie.

For Halloween this year, Oldest has decided to be a Robber. I don’t know how or even why she came up with this, but ok, I will go with it. We found all the parts and pieces except for the right mask. I bought her one but after she got home, she said it didn’t fit right since she has to wear glasses to see any thing! I told her not to worry about a mask or maybe she could take some of her make up from last year and make her a mask. She didn’t like my ideas, of course. When we went up to Walmart last week, we walked through the Halloween section to see what I could get to go with Little L’s costume. She found a fox mask and fell in love with it. I did find the tail, but I figured she would just spend the evening pulling it off. While I was looking, Oldest found a mask that totally spooked the hell out of me. It reminded me so much of the movie “The Strangers“.  That movie is very creepy and scary in my book, I think because it seemed so real. It could happen, and I hate movies like that. She decided that she had to have that mask. I asked her if she was changing her costume this late in the game and she said no, she would just wear that for the mask. We got home and she put it on, Little L did not like the mask at all. I repeat, DID NOT LIKE THE MASK! She cried until Oldest put it in her room. She has tried to wear it a couple of times, but L just won’t have anything to do with it. I told her when we go out, she will just have to either wear the original mask we got or no mask. Then once we bring L back home, she can wear the creepy mask for the rest of the time.

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CREEPY!!!

I have pictures of every one of the costumes, since I am a picture fanatic and scrapbooker, but not on this computer. But I have to say. I still have each and every one of her costumes, packed away. Maybe Little L will like to wear one one day! 🙂

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Two Halloween’s ago. Little L trying on the witch outfit that Oldest wore when she was 3.

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.

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Fun Freaky Friday

Posted: November 7, 2014 in Daughter, funny, kids, tween, Uncategorized
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I know Halloween is over and it is on to the Christmas season. But that doesn’t mean that you have to stop enjoying spooky, creepy things, right?! My oldest is becoming pretty good at scaring me. She loves to hide behind doors and furniture to pop out at the right time and see how loud I yell or how high I jump.

The other night, I was standing at the kitchen sink rinsing a bottle. I heard a noise behind me and turned around to see what it was. Nothing. The room was empty. Thinking that it had to be the dog, I turned back around. At the same time, another empty bottle that was sitting on the back of the sink fell over. It made me jump. I was no where near that bottle and the other two sitting beside that one didn’t fall. FREAKY! I was putting the bottle back where it came from, when I heard the noise again. I turned back around and scanned the room. I got to the kitchen table and underneath it was my daughter. Her long hair half hiding her face. I was so taken by surprise that I jumped and yelled at the same time. She crawled out laughing her butt off at me. “You scared the crap out of me girl!” I yelled. “Look,  I have chill bumps all over me!” Which this made her laugh even harder and off she ran to tell her daddy about her victory.

Then last night, oldest came out and said that she was tired and going to go brush her teeth. It was only going on 9 p.m., usually I have to remind her that it is still a school night at 9:30 and she will milk it till 10:00. So she goes off to the bath to brush her teeth. I seen her pass by me several times, going to her room then back to the bath. At one point I lost track of which way she went. I asked my hubby if she had went to her room or still in the bath, he didn’t know either. Not wanting to holler for her to wake up the sleeping baby. I got up and went into her room. Her door was about half opened, which made me think she was in it. I pushed on the door and it wouldn’t go all the way to the wall. Something was stopping it. I pushed again, not real hard because I swear I thought it was her standing behind it. I giggled thinking she was gonna pop out but she never did. I must have pushed the door several times then I stepped back to look in the crack between door and frame. Expecting to see her standing there but I all got was a wall.

Confused now, I walked in the room and looked. Behind the door was a punch ball that she got on her birthday. I stood in the middle of her room, feeling really stupid that I thought she was back there. I grabbed the laptop and headed on into the living room. She finally emerged from the bath without any knowledge of what went on. We followed her into the room to give her goodnight kisses and hugs. Yes, she still wants us to do this! I broke. I told both of them what I had just done. They looked at each other and of course made fun of me. Nothing I said made myself sound any more sane. With all her shenanigans, what was I to expect? So, I gave up and went back to the living room.

Thanks for reading! 😜

 

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My oldest has the smallest bedroom in the house. I usually go in her room right before I go to bed and turn off the t.v. for her. She sleeps right through it too. When the t.v. goes off, that is the darkest room ever! I. hate. it!  When I was growing up, my room was right off the dining room. It was a good size room too. Since I had to walk through the dining room and living room to get to a bathroom at night, my mom put in a night light so I could see. Not only that I was and still am afraid of the dark. To this day, I remember coming out of the bathroom and running back to my room as fast as I could. I wasn’t even allowed to watch scary movies back then, so I can’t even blame my fears on Freddy or Jason.

Also, in my daughters room, her closet door doesn’t like to stay shut. It drives me nuts. When I see it open, even in the day, I have to shut it. She is unaware of my weird phobias, thank goodness. I try not to act like it is a big deal but there is something about an opened dark ass closet that freaks me the *@#$@ out! My closet is always shut, and I can usually tell when she goes in it, she leaves it opened  just a crack. She used to come in our room early in the morning, since the bathroom that she uses is also ours. She would then go into the closet to change clothes, when done, she would leave the door opened just enough, that when I woke up I would jump every time. I finally asked her about it, she said that she didn’t want to wake Little L up with shutting the door. I told her to either shut the darn door or wait till everyone is up and then change clothes. Better yet, take your outfit into your room the night before…duh. (She has a dresser but has other stuff crammed into it, and her closet is more for storage.)

I’m not only a coward in my house but going outside after dark also gets me. Oldest and I had put a spiderweb in her window as a Halloween decoration. It is pretty good size and has lights on it. She wanted to go out the other night to see it. We got outside and rounded the corner and it is really really dark out for only being like 7 p.m. The street is quiet which makes it even more spooky. We looked at the decoration and then she decided to run across the street to check the mailbox. I didn’t want her to go, but she did anyways. I just happened to look up and across the street I saw a dark figure. At first it looked like it was standing then it looked like it was walking down our way. I didn’t want to scare her, but I did holler and say hurry up. She started back across and the figure was still there. We headed up to the front of the house and I still had a feeling of dread. I had to look one more time just to see if it was still standing or walking towards us. I looked and saw…a very big, spooky trash can sitting by another bunch of mailboxes. I laughed to myself as we headed into the house. I didn’t tell her but I did tell my hubby about it later on that night.

So every night it is the same thing. I get in her room, ready to turn the t.v. off and I always glance at that closet door right before the room goes dark. Oldest is peacefully sleeping behind me and I am still a big coward and do a power walk out of her room. Silently praying that she didn’t leave a shoe in the way as I go. 🙂

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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.

 

Last Halloween, Little L was only 4 months old, so she wasn’t doing much and sleeping alot more then she does now. This gave me time to spend some well needed quality time with the oldest. We were in Walmart one afternoon and just happened to see some Halloween cookie cutters. I grabbed them up and my oldest asked if we were going to make cookies. No I said, we are gonna make some ornaments.

We had found the old recipe for salt dough about a month or so earlier and made her and Little L’s hand print and foot print. That was pretty fun to say the least, so lets have more fun. The next day we got the items out and made up the salt dough. I let oldest do most of the cutting, but I think she liked playing with the dough more!halloween craft

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I had the googley eyes and paints already. We spent the next afternoon painting and gluing. It was loads of fun! Can’t wait to get it out and hang it up again this year.

Here are some great ideas for using salt dough. http://www.pinterest.com/ann2kids/salt-dough-crafts/      I love looking at these.