I wish I was boning vampires.

This is about my friend's house, for those who are interested:

My friend lives in a newer home, built in the 1970’s. She moved in during the nineties and there was only one previous family that lived in it before that. However, the grandmother stayed with them during the last few months of her life and died in the house.

After my friend, Keely, moved in, when she was in fifth grade, she had a sleep over for her birthday party. The girls were sitting around and chatting when one of them froze up and stared off in space, a look of sheer terror on her face. Once they all went silent and noticed something was wrong, the girl extended her hand and pointed behind the couch and said “Look.” There was a big, black, semi- opaque column that was taller than a man, but without a distinguishable form that appeared to be “looking” at them. After a few minutes passed, it apparently decides to end the stare off and heads up the stairs.

Ever since then, this spirit (it’s not the ghost of the old woman, but we think it is an elemental or something that was attracted because of her suffering in the house), likes to roam the hall upstairs and the stair case and knocks/pounds on her door at night, trying to trick her into letting it in her room. The knocking never wakes up anyone in the house, which is amazing because her mother is a light sleeper. It’s not a nice thing at all. It’s not even a very easy thing to cross the hall to go to the bathroom. You just get that feeling of being watched and I suppose envy or anger directed towards you.

Well, this one time, it actually manages to get into her room. And LUCKY ME, I’m there. We had been chatting all night and its past midnight when we were going to bed. I’m on the trundle bed which is the sort that remains attached to the bed frame when you pull it out.

I’m nearly asleep, all limbs on the bed. I sleep in a semi curled-up position usually and I was turned facing the bed when WHAM! I feel a force strike the bed frame, coming from the direction the door was in and I can only describe it as if having a bowling ball strike the bed. The whole thing shakes.

I shriek- something that is rare. I’m not the kind that jumps easily. The door is closed and the dogs aren’t in the room, so it’s not them. My friend bolts to a sitting position. I start laughing, half because I’m afraid and half because I got spooked and I can’t believe I screamed. She explains there are books under the bed and they probably fell over during the night, in order to dismiss the nasty alternative. I ended up holding her hand while trying to get back to sleep. She goes to sleep. I’m still awake for a while after that and I felt like someone sat down on the edge of the bed, near my feet, near where the bed was struck. Eventually I am able to go back to sleep.

We wake up in the morning and check under the frame. The books were in a pile, in the center, under the trundle. There’s really nothing else under there.

So, the thing doesn’t really like me. A few months later I was sleeping on the couch downstairs and I woke up to heavy breathing in my ear at five a.m. I’ve some how learned to laugh it off and I’m not scared of it anymore. It got me that one time, but I’m not letting it happen again. My friend doesn’t talk about it in the house because stuff usually happens the night after.

Her parents are skeptic, but her sister has also experienced stuff in the house like knocking on the railing of the staircase. Once she woke up to see a little girl standing in her closet staring at her.



Tim Curry doing the ultra-cheesy song "Anything Can Happen on Halloween" from The Worst Witch - I used to watch this every year when I was growing up while waiting for the sun to go down so I could trick or treat.

Cat with Hands

A creepy claymation! FOR KIDS!- A Mark Twain story about SATAN!


Pumpkin Bread

Makes 2 large loaves or 3 small loaves.


3 cups sugar
4 eggs
2 c. pumpkin
1 c cooking oil
2/3 c. water
3 1/2 c. flour (pre-sifted works well)
2 tsp. (teaspoon) salt
2 tsp. baking power
2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. cinammon
1/2 tsp. cloves
1/2 tsp. allspice

Mix all at onece. Bake in greased and floured bread pans @350 degrees, one hour. Can be frozen.


http://www.creepypasta.com - I assume most people know of it, but it's a great time waster. The layout is atrocious and that's my only complaint. Even with all the stories, this is my favorite.

Hoax or not, Black Eyed Kids and well, black eyed other things terrify me. I can handle skin walkers but freaky murderous children? No.