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The first time I saw Jason I couldn't believe my eyes. He stood in my bedroom doorway, smiled then walked away. The next night at exactly the same time he came again, smiled then walked away.
Upset but tearless. He stood there alone. Standing before her. And her brand new home. The flowers were trimmed. And always looked clean. He cared to it nicely. And made the surface sheen.
I wake and rise, stretch in my grave, Hear a lone piano's stave, Know it's you, you wait for me, Every day from noon to three.
As I walk past the dark wall I think of how many friends I have in this life. None. I have no friends, family, or anyone one to talk to.
I will haunt you in your dreams When my heart and soul screams Done me wrong. I'm just that strong Close your eyes tight I'll haunt your dreams tonight Not yet scared.
Take me down to the bridge by the river, Tell no-body, Drop me into the icy waters, Mourn me.
Don't break the glass. The creepy old lady at the front desk kept reiterating the same cryptic sentence as I asked about the room for rent.
He walks past me, oblivious to my screams. I pound on the glass, calling out and hoping he'll hear me. He's the most recent tenant in the apartment.
The shadows in the hall Dancing down the walls, The voices in the breeze That bring you to your knees. The stories you are told That shake your very soul, The un-departed dead Are voices in your head.
Mist swirls around my feet as I enter the clearing where we used to meet, It's colder now, more bleak, The air fills my nose with the freezing reek of winter.
It was a little before 9o'clock the sun was setting and I was lost. So got out of my car and and read the sigh "the white house". I got back in my car then drove along the track. Then I saw it.
Hello, this is the story of my life. I wrote this because I wanted to share my experiences with the rest of the world, once it is out in the open I can be accepted into the world.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some...
Awakened every night, movement with a scream, A man always pushes, his way in my dream. Footsteps often heard, he never seems to stop, I heard he fell, from the buildings top.
In dark places You hide Twisting my memories, Turning my mind I doubt I fear I loathe I want to scream Why do you haunt me so, In all of those dreams.
~True story~ ~Not mine~ Contributed by "Michelle": When I was 15, my friend Terry who was a couple of years older than me, spent the night.
~Another ghost story~ ~Not mine~ ~Slightly sad~ The old storage sheds along the tracks were abandoned shortly after the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad was built, and it wasn't long before the poor folk...
When I'm lying in my bed,. A foggy figure mocks me,. Brings back my regret,. And does it with glee,. Maybe it's the ghost of my past,. Even present or future,. His presence makes me gasp,.
I'm the knowing eyes you look into, Your fears are relived. I watch you with the fear you look at me. Replaying to you all you did.
She sits there always, watching me. Slowly I notice, It cannot be. Her eyes seem to follow, wherever I go, It's creeping me out, she wants me to know. She holds many secrets, that, I could tell.
Banging on your window Banging on your door The banging just won't stop And you can't take any more It seems to be getting louder Like the pain inside your head Who could be knocking on your door.
The midnight hour approaches. So very dark and damp. The mist a swirling vortex. Nothing looks revamped. Time to start my journey. A haunting I must go. People think my life so easy.
Gradually I feel once more, Bit by tiny bit, My soul acquires a shape, Spectral image, Shimmering, Solidifying, Into the living world I trespass, Needle-like bolts of electricity surge through my...
We don't have much else to talk about, we've bored the subject of wine tasting, politics, money and general gossip. Is that all these people talk about. I think, again.