Scare Me Silly Contest: Ghost Story Entries

Part 2 of the fantastically creepy ghost stories as part of my Scare Me Silly Halloween contest! Miss Part 1? Check out yesterday’s collection of contest entries!

Remember to come back tomorrow to see who Wendy and I picked as the creepiest entry!

From Natalie S:

This story was first told to me by my friend Steve one summer night while we sat around a campfire. Steve use to work at Fort George in Niagara on the Lake, a site where thousands of people died during the war of 1812. Due to these many deaths, Fort George has become known as one of the most haunted places in Canada, resulting in hundreds of reports of ghostly encounters from staff and visitors. Part of Steve’s job working at the fort was supervising the ghost tours that took place on the fort’s grounds, and so he had an abundance of spooky stories to scare us with.

My favourite ghost story of his, however, was about his own experience one night while acting as one of the guide’s during the ghost tour. At one point during the tour, visitors are taken into a narrow, dark tunnel at the back of the fort (where the ghost of a little girl is often seen). One of the women on the tour that particular night was feeling a bit claustrophobic, so my friend Steve stayed outside with her while the other guide took the rest of the group through the tunnel.

While they were waiting for the ghost tour to return, Steve made some small talk with her and asked the woman where she was from. The women told Steve that she was from just over the border in New York state. Literally seconds after the words ‘New York’ had left her mouth, the woman collapsed on the ground right in front of Steve’s very eyes. Having no idea what had just happened (as the woman had been completely fine just minutes earlier) Steve knelt on the ground to see if she was okay.

The woman was still conscious, and completely fine except for a large bump that was quickly bruising on her forehead. Examining it more closely, Steve was shocked and amazed to see the shape and serial number from the butt of a rifle used in the war of 1812 indented onto the woman’s forehead!!! Steve’s theory has always been that one of the ghosts haunting Fort George attacked the woman upon hearing that she was from New York because that made her ‘the enemy.’ So visitors to Fort George beware…. the ghosts of the soldiers that died are still there and fighting to defend their territory!
~ personal experience

From Mandi:

They did want to go to creepy house and they did open the door. Once they did open the door and they did see the very old book is sitting on the stairs. Then they did agree to open the book to read. Once they open the book and they were travel to inside the book and It is stuck inside forever. They need to find a way to get out the book and they need to find a clue to clue. They did meet the very old witch and she did talking with them to how to get out the book. The very old witch did give them a hint to go to her friend who are witch of young women. They did say It is OK and they went to meet a young witch women who know the next clue. Once they did got their clue and they need to rest stop at the tree. Then They did have a funny feelings that tree have a door and they seen the golden colour and they did got out the book. They found a two clues. They will not go back again to find the same creepy house.
~ fictional story

From Jaclyn:

Once, while travelling, my dad decided to stop for the night at a tiny hotel (inn?) beside a quiet mountain road. There were no other cars in the parking lot and the concierge appeared also to be the only person on staff. My dad went to bed, but was woken up past midnight by the sound of a family checking in. The family was boisterous, with laughing and screaming kids running down the hallway in front of my dad’s room.

The next morning, my dad went to the lobby for breakfast. The concierge asked how his night went, and my dad said the bed was comfortable enough, but the family who checked in had woken him up.

“Family?” the concierge said. “What family?”

My dad then glanced at the parking lot and realized his car was still the only vehicle at the hotel. He told the concierge to forget breakfast; he wanted to check out.
~ personal experience

From Gaby:

Every summer I go to my grandpa’s hometown, a little village in Turkey. When I go there, apart from my family, I have the company of a very polite man, Akin. He is above forty, and he doesn’t have a family. He has a nice cafeteria, that the whole village goes to – since my grandma’s taken over the menu with her delicious meals and a lot of other goodies!

Akin used to go to the miller to give his wheat, and that usually took place at 3 a.m. As soon as he was finished, he would go hunting with his shotgun, since it was anyway the perfect time to do so.

So, one time, I decided to go with him hunting. As we were heading for the miller, with the donkey that carried the wheat, we heard cries! We followed the sound behind some corn fields, and we found a little boy. Akin immediately asked him “What are you doing here kiddo?”. The kid said “My mama abandoned me and left me here!” and he burst into tears! Then I got off the donkey, and put the kid on it, with Akin, and I would continue on foot.

After a while, I heard Akin saying to the boy “Not too tight, boy. You ‘re choking me!” and then the boy said “I’m very scared!”. At that moment, I was walking in front of the donkey, when I suddenly heard my friend scream out of pain!! I turned around to see what was happening, and I saw that the kid’s nail where black, and really long, like a demon’s! He had stabbed Akin with them and he was trying to spill his guts out!! The last word that came out of Akin’s throat was going for me. He said “RUN, OR THE DEVIL WILL GET YOU!!”! After a second his throat was open!

I ran, and I ran, and I ran! I didn’t look back for a second, but I heard constantly footsteps behind me. I was sure I was about to die, but then a miracle happened… the village’s roosters started crowing! The sun was coming up!

Suddenly, I couldn’t hear footsteps behind me anymore… I ran to the village and told them everything. And then, something happened that hadn’t even crossed my mind: nobody believed a word! That is until the donkey came back to the village.

“THANK THE ROOSTERS!”. It was written in blood, on the donkey.
~ fictional story

Well, that’s it! Which ones gave you the creepy-crawlies? I’d say it’s a pretty tough choice… but stay tuned where the winner will be announced tomorrow!