#ghost stories
When I was younger , one of my best friends lived close to the railroad tracks. There was a bunch of trees and bushes and shit around it so we would call it our “forest.” We would go here on the weekends when we weren’t playing video games just to hang out and hit each other with wooden swords. We also used to pretend there were tree spirits living there so we would try to keep the place clean and always say hello and goodbye. (Yeah, we were weird idk.)
Anyway, one Saturday I was spending the night at his house. This was close to halloween so we were watching spooky movies and trying to freak each other out. My friend suggests that we should go into the forest to try to see the spirits of the trees. His mom was already asleep so we left the house and walk over there. As we were walking through the trees to the denser part my friend starts telling me a story. He says that he’s seen the spirits before but never told anyone. He says that you can see them out of the corner of your eyes if you know what to look for. When you’re walking through they will watch you. All you will be able to see is a glimpse of there white faces. They will be either close to the ground or in the trees. The rest of there bodies are pure black.
The only problem, is that when you try to look at them straight on they just disappear. By this time I’m spooked. I’m that type of spooked like when you’re a kid and shit like ghosts killing you can actually happen. So we sit down for 5 minutes quietly to try to coax them out. We started walking single file looking straight forward but paying attention to our peripherals. My heart was pounding and I felt like I was definitely going to die. I could hear every sound in the trees. We walked around for about 15 minutes and didn’t actually see anything but we had psyched each other up so much we were both about to piss our pants. Then, as soon as we gave up and started walking back towards the house, that’s when I saw it. My heart dropped into my stomach and I stopped walking.
It was something white.
I stared ahead for a few trying to concentrate on what could be by that tree. My friend kept waking but I stayed still and silent. I quickly looked towards it but when I did it was gone. I turned to look towards where my friend was and he had just kept walking. I glanced back where the white face should’ve been and there beside me stood a man. His face was white and almost seemed to glow and his eyes were dark and sunken so far into his skull they looked black. He was balding but what hair he did have was a matted mess. He wore a brown suit covered in dirt and what looked to me like blood. He didn’t move, he didn’t say anything, he stood there and seemed to stare right through me.
All this took about 3 seconds before I started running. When I caught up with my friend I glanced back but the figure was gone. He asked me what was wrong and I said I thought I saw something, but it was nothing. We went back to his house and played some super smash bros, Then went to bed. Every time I opened my eyes in his dark room I could still see that face. I tried my best to just tell myself it wasn’t real and I finally went to sleep.
I still don’t know what it was I saw, A spirit, a strung out bum, or just my own mind fucking with me. I never told anyone what I saw until now, even years later when I learned how many suicides had happened near those tracks. I never looked up any of the people that died near the forest and I don’t think I ever want to. Just in case I see that face staring back at me.
You find a girl crying next to a grave. “What’s wrong?” You ask. She cries harder. “Nobody came to my funeral.”
Night watchman at a cemetary isn’t the kind of job most people want. I’ve always liked it, though. It’s pretty peaceful, most of the time, which is nice. Sometimes I get to chase off teenagers or would-be occultists or obnoxious drunks, which is fun. There’s a lot of entertainment in a good chase, at least for me, and scaring the crap out of them is fun too.
Sometimes it gets sad, though.
It was my first walkthrough of the night when I saw the girl weeping beside the grave. It happens sometimes, and I never chase them. The cemetary is for the dead and the grieving. They’re always welcome here.
I went over to her, careful to keep the grave between us so I wouldn’t scare her. “What’s the matter?” I asked gently. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
She shook her head, still weeping. “No-one came to my funeral,” she sobbed. “No-one at all.”
I checked the stone. She’d been about seventeen. An age of strong emotions and fierce resentments. “I’m sorry,” I told her, and meant it. “That’s… always hard.”
“If they cared about me, they would have come,” she wept. “This means nobody cared at all.”
“Not always,” I told her gently. “Sometimes it means that something else happened. If you like, I can try to find out.”
“Really?” She wiped her eyes. “I’d… I’d appreciate that. I’m Lucy.”
“Stanley.” She couldn’t shake hands, so I gave her a friendly nod. “Come with me, Lucy. I’ve got a laptop in the watchman’s hut.”
She followed me, drifting silently, back to the hut. I brought her in, and made two cups of tea, offering her one. “I’m not solid,” she said, her lip quivering. “I can’t -“
I showed her how to take it, the ghostly echo of the solid cup, and told her I’d learned it from the day attendant over at the columbarium. She’s Korean, and knows a lot about hungry ghosts. She sipped her tea while I opened the laptop and ran the usual searches.
I do this a lot.
Sure enough, there’d been three major car accidents between the area she’d lived in and the cemetary. There’s almost always at least one - there’s this one intersection that no exorcism, ritual purification or cleansing spell has ever worked on - and it usually helps. A lot of spirits want to know why someone they loved didn’t come.
Happy Halloween !! Hope you have an awesome day
(The ‘Ghost Stories’ dub really is as insane as people say)
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Source?
I believe this is from Ghost Stories. The series didn’t do too well in Japan, so when it was translated and dubbed in English, the VA studio was given a rough outline of the plot and were told to do ‘whatever’.
They ran with that.
She’s both…she’s a ghost AND a bitch.
Reblog if you’re a ghost AND a bitch
American Ghost Stories presenter: it’s said that people feel cold drafts where there are no open doors or windows
Me, a European: you’re talking about the Tower of London
Presenter: such mysterious cold chills
Me: it’s a 900 year old castle you don’t have to open a window to get blown over
Presenter: oooooo mysterious!
Me: PLEASE FOR GOD’S SAKE
It would be fun to write a ghost story about a protagonist that disbelieves in the paranormal so hard that it stop existing around them.
They pick a soaking wet teenaged girl ghost in their cab and take her home. They pull up to the house and ghost girl looks longingly out before resigning herself to be sent back to the roadside.
Protagonist is just like, “so that’s $14.50.”
The ghost is surprised, she’s still there. She fumbles for cash but she didn’t die with any.
Does she feel oddly warmer than normal?
The seat more solid against her skin?
The protagonist sighs, “of course.”
They couldn’t just leave a teenage girl out there on the side of the road in the middle of the night, something bad could have happened to her. But he still had bills to pay.
“Come on. This is your parent’s house right? I’ll walk you in.”
For the first time in twenty years the ghost opens the car door and steps out onto the sidewalk.
The protagonist knocks on the front door and her parents, use to the midnight visits, wearyily open the door.
She starts to cry and hugs her parents tight. Apologizing for sneaking out. Babbling about what happened to her. How her friends had egged her into going deeper into the woods. How they had gotten separated. She’d fallen into a river.
Her parents are crying too. She finally made it home. They finally had confirmation of what happened to her. No body had been found so they were never truly sure.
The protagonist awkwardly interrupts, “so there’s still the matter of her cab fair…”
They don’t want to be insensitive but they need to get going and bills don’t pay themselves.
Eagerly her father rummages around in the pockets of his coat hanging by the door and pushing a twenty dollar bill into the protagonist’s hand. He knows it’s more than enough.
They thank the protagonist for bring her home, “keep the change,” they tell him.
As the protagonist gets in their cab and drives away the ghost can feel herself slipping away from life once more. But not back to the river and woods, waiting endlessly for someone to pull over and offer her a ride.
Her unfinished business is complete.
She’s moving on.
To somewhere warm and bright, she can feel it.
Her parents press final kisses to her cheeks as she starts to go. Through tears they whisper, I love you’s.
She’s finally at rest and there are no more stories of vanishing girls picked up off the backwoods roads
Bless you OP for going “It would be fun if someone wrote this” and then writing it. FLAWLESS.
How do you define a “ghost story”?
InJennifer McMahon’s THE INVITED, a Vermont couple DIYs their dream house, only to discover the property has a dark and bloody past…thus proving thePoltergeist rule thatnewhaunted houses are always scarier than old ones. But ghost stories don’t always involve murder and mayhem. In HAUNTING PARIS by Mamta Chaudhry, the narrator is a ghost - the spirit of pianist Sylvie’s departed husband, who left behind a tangle of questions with answers lost in the chaos of WWII Paris. HAUNTING PARIS is a mystery, but it’s also a story of love, grief, and family - over which the tormented history of Paris hangs like a specter. Old cities are full of ghosts, aren’t they? Deirdre Bair, in PARISIAN LIVES, tells the story about her time writing the biographies of Samuel Beckett and Simone de Beauvoir, and makes me wonder: is the act of reading a deceased writer sometimes the act of conjuring a ghost? And then, of course, there’s the “ghost in the machine” (remember that X-Files episode?): In Joanna Kavenna’s ZED, a global tech corporation has a monopoly on daily life. Its omniscient algorithms know exactly what we think and want before we do - until one day, things go suddenly and violently awry…
So how do you define a ghost story? And what do you think makes us love them so much?
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He fell asleep while shepherding, and the herd was lost, condemning everyone to famine.
So the master ordered him to leave the tribe and not to return till he found and gathered all the animals back.
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Meitei - Touba / 塔婆 (Official Audio)
“Touba / 塔婆” from Meitei’s debut album “Kwaidan / 怪談”, reissued on Evening Chants on cassette.
Purchase/Stream the album → https://eveningchants.bandcamp.com
Kwaidan / 怪談
Meitei is a Japanese artist who started out as a freelance composer, making various kinds of music across genres. Having done it for 8 years, his goal was to eventually release his own original music.
Living in Kyoto for the past two years has deeply influenced his current sound, which is a focus on musically crafting a “Japanese mood” called Meitei (冥丁) (thus, his name). Rich in history, Meitei wanted to borrow this lost “Japanese mood” and incorporate a contemporary spin on it. This led to the creation of Kwaidan (怪談).
Kwaidan is a style of Japanese ghost stories. Meitei took it as a challenge of his skill as a musician to transpose the folklore into intricate compositions, capturing this lost “Japanese mood”.
“The shocking elements in the horror have become a staple. It’s functions as entertainment. But I personally felt the mood and ambience from Kwaidan is starting to wither – while the darkness is scary, the beauty is in the curious spirit”
Kwaidan was originally released in January 2018. Evening Chants is pleased to be re-issuing this exceptionally crafted piece of work on cassette tape.
Evening Chants band camp
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New video. This is the first personal story I’ve posted. We want to hear your stories. To have your story appear in a video, message it to my Facebook page Your Creepy Stories.
10.15.2021| A good old Fall read. I really thrive in these seasons. But I am drowning in work. I’m so far behind that I earned a scholarship (??!!) and didn’t realize it because I’m so behind on emails.
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Crashing waves.
Wild landscapes such as mountains and cliffs are some of the tings that inspire me a lot in my illustrations, as well as mythology and folklore.
This drawing was partly inspired by the wild coast of Ireland, and strange tales of sailors and lovers lost at sea, with a ghostly figure sitting on the edge of the cliff, staring longingly towards the horizon.
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Riverdale 6x02 - Chapter Ninety-Seven: “Ghost Stories.”
Cheryl Blossom appears to have worn the Zara ‘Satin Finish Mini Skirt’ (Sold Out) in Riverdale 6x02 - “Ghost Stories”.
Riverdale 6x02 - Chapter Ninety-Seven: “Ghost Stories.”
Cheryl Blossom wore the Simons ‘Mini-flower mesh T-shirt’ (Sold Out) in Riverdale 6x02 - “Ghost Stories”.
If the restless spirit of a child who died before their time latched onto me and tried to force their way into my life, I would simply love and cherish them as if they were my own.
Rip to every horror movie protag ever, but I’m different.
Mysterious old lady: “You’ve seen the child, haven’t you? I know about her… she was to be one of my twin daughters, whom I parented in a dark ritual with the Lord of Fleas himself! But she was never to be, perished before her birth!”
Me: “Great! So did you ever name her? Because if you didn’t, I’m gonna call her Rosemary. :)”
The little ghost girl with sunken black eyes in a tattered white dress, handing me a withered dead sparrow: “P̴̥̕a̷̟͊p̵̘̅a̴̪͛,̵̪͒ ̸͚̉I̸̘̓ ̴̱̒ḫ̶̓ȁ̴̠v̸̦̌e̵̟͊ ̷̟̓b̸̳͠ȓ̵͉o̷̟͐û̷͇g̶̘͛h̸̩̅t̶̼̍ ̸̡̐y̵͈̽o̸̥̾ụ̸̽ ̴͕͐ą̶͂ ̵͇͊g̴͇̓i̶̝͊f̸̲̈t̵̡̆!̶̺̉”
Me, carefully placing the bird on the shelf next to all the other dead things: “Awww, thank you, Pumpkin! Now let’s get washed up, it’s dinner time and I made soup! :)”
The local medium, showing up unannounced right before lunchtime: “Your neighbors told me about your situation. Don’t worry, I’m here now to help cleanse the evil from this place.”
Me, having just got dressed and ready for a nice day out with my kid: “Seriously? You’re doing this on Father’s Day? Tell the HOA they can bite me.”
10/10 would definitely watch a multi-season series like this
I actually did have an idea for a book about it.
Some years before the book begins, something goes horribly wrong, and some Blair Witch stuff happens across the entire globe. The veil between this world and the next rips clean open, and all sorts of stuff spills through. Horrid demons, torturous spirits, and innumerable ghosts (long-dead as well as recently departed, the calamity does not pick favorites) all flood the land of the living, and some parties on both sides are pretty riled up about it.
So the world goes to war. The natural living world against the supernatural “invaders”. It’s never discovered how the event happened, but in searching for a weapon to fight back against the dead and their ilk, humanity is able to turn the power of faith into a weapon. Doesn’t even matter which faith, which religion or religions supply the light, all that matters is that a new form of warfare is born: weaponized prayer. The supernatural forces fall within the year.
But there are always innocents in war. Some ghosts never wanted to fight. They just wanted to go back to their rest. And when it was decided that they couldn’t, they just wanted to eke out a peaceful place to exist in the mortal world. Some attached themselves to places of quiet that they knew in life, some returned to their families and friends, the people they left behind. But others had nothing to go back to. Many were too young to form these sort of attachments to anything on Earth. These come to be known as “orphan ghosts”.
The book follows a tired, middle-aged fellow (we’ll call him Marcus) who finds himself haunted by the orphan ghost of a little seven-year-old girl with no memory of her mortal life. Maybe she’s from another time period? Maybe she is the daughter of a devil and a witch? Who knows? All Marcus knows for sure is that this spooky little ghost girl follows him just about everywhere.
At first he is apprehensive about his new shadow, but it doesn’t take long before the ghost begins to fill in the spaces in his heart that a hard life had left empty. Marcus had lost his own family—a wife and son—during the war, and with nowhere to go due to the destruction of the Veil, their spirits were lost to god-knows-where. It’s not that he’s replacing his family with this little one, but… well, she’s a light for him in a dark time. He ends up adopting her, and even gives her a new name. (Rosemary! Rosy for short. :P)
But after the war ended, the world remained changed, hostile to any and all things supernatural. Everyone carries a holy symbol on them for self-defense. Spirits and spectres are rounded up into “grave camps”, prison-like holy ground used to contain and banish any apparition unfortunate to be corralled or captured.
Marcus is happier now than he’d been since the day he lost everything, and Rosy is delighted to see him come back into himself. But they have to keep Rosemary a secret from everyone, so no one can take her away.
I dunno, it was just an idea that came to me. I might come back and touch on it here a little bit, but I’d also love to read this story. If anyone wants to take the idea and run with it, feel free. But please shoot me a message or tag me in your post so I can see what you came up with. ^^ Guess this is my contribution to Halloween this year, so… Happy Halloween!
Ok this is all really good. Like the addition
But the first half kinda gave off ”Supernatural Sitcom” kind of vibes with a summary like this:
”Guy in late 20s or early 30s gets found by a restless spirit of a child of unspecfied nature who starts haunting him. Guy decides he is a father now and starts caring for the child-spirit like she were his own. Also tries to legally adopt her. What could possibly go wrong?”
Additional world building mostly still fits
That was the vibe I was going for with the initial posts, but then I started thinking about it more, and it snowballed into “heartfelt found-family drama”.
So I meant to have this short story finished and ready to share by today, but then everything happened with the virus and the power outage (I forgot to mention, a big ol’ storm knocked out the power a couple days ago, so things have been even more complicated). So I wasn’t able to finish it…
So instead, I’m doing something a little bit different… and perhaps a little bit ill-advised: I’m going to be sharing a WIP with y’all, on this website that I keep forgetting I have, and updating it throughout the day as I write!
Happy Halloween, and keep checking back for updates!
https://theseventhwhisper.wordpress.com/2020/10/31/a-day-without-fear-wip/
Matt & Reannon vs. The Abandoned Bridge - Stuckey’s Bridge, Meridan Mississippi
a series of coincidences regarding Coldplay’s unreleased “Wedding Album”
- Christmas Lights contains the lyrics “I loved you, darling, and I always will”
- “I love you darling and I always will” was part of the chorus to Wedding Bells
- the Wedding Album was attemped from 2009-2010
- Christmas Lights released in 2010 and Wedding Album was scrapped
- Lethal Drug (unreleased Avicii collab) contains lyrical references to wedding clothes and falling in love/fucking up
- Lethal Drug was clearly originally supposed to be on The Wedding Album minus the Avicii sections
- Oceans (on Ghost Stories) features church bells (wedding bells) in the climax leading up to Sky Full Of Stars….. an Avicii collaboration
- Chris has mentioned bits of The Wedding Album were fashioned into songs on Everyday Life
- the music video for Cry Cry Cry will apparently be wedding themed
- Lethal Drug (obvious Wedding Album remnant) contains the lyric “all summer we belonged/to the wave we’re riding on”
- Church (on Everyday Life) features the line in chorus “when you’re riding a wave/oh won’t you ride that wave to me”
- Lethal Drug contains the lyric “just went up in smoke/I went up with the other ghosts”
- O/Fly On (from Ghost Stories) contains the lyric “into smoke I’m turned/rise/following them up” and the song is followed on the Target edition with Ghost Story
in conclusion…
Thank you #portland ! I love this city, y'all are dope af ! @erinxmckeown @happierman @planetoffinks (at Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall)
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