:Abbie Richey Butler:
Just imagine- it's late at night. You're alone in your car. The music is on to keep you company. You're driving home from a friend's house and you're kicking yourself for staying out so late. It's almost always foggy, but tonight's fog is like no other. Thick and blinding, your little headlights can barely cut... Continue Reading →
It seemed like the whole house shook as we heard the large crash. It came in the middle of the night and startled us awake. My sister and I lay still in our beds. With our eyes locked on one another's, we held our breaths to hear whatever we could. First came the footsteps, loud... Continue Reading →
As a young girl, one of my best friends told me that we HAD to hold our breath when her mother drove us past the large cemetery in our town. If we didn't, there was a chance we could breathe in an EVIL SPIRIT that was reluctant to crossover. Although I've passed several cemeteries in... Continue Reading →
The following story has been passed down in my family from generation to generation. My mother told me and her father told her and so on. Looking back, I can only imagine that it was created as a tale to keep the little ones in their beds at night; but the question of where it... Continue Reading →
On this night, my mind woke up before my eyes. I hated that feeling. Wake up! I shouted in my head. I could feel the chill surrounding my body. It crawled along each one of my limbs. I begged my eyes to open and when they did, I saw that my feet were firmly planted... Continue Reading →
"Do you want to play?" she asked with her hair in her face and her knees all scuffed up. My little sister was cool, probably the coolest girl I knew. She liked to do her own thing, so when she asked me to play, I normally dropped what I was doing to follow her. She... Continue Reading →
It was dark. Why was I awake? My eyes clung to the piercing light from the closet. I remembered not to let them wander to the shadows that would be cast across our vacant room. Night after night, we insisted that the closet light stay on. Why? Because we were young. It would keep us... Continue Reading →
It's no secret if you want my full, undivided, attention all you have to do is tell me a spooky story or something odd that's happened to you before. Maybe it's a story you heard from a distant relative once, or a best friend, a perfect stranger on the subway— I don't care where it... Continue Reading →
I've always loved a good spooky story, but why is that, exactly?? Join me as I share the stories that made me... Photo by Marcelo Jaboo from Pexels
the haunted me 