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A PERSONAL GHOST STORY FOR OCTOBER 10, 2013

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Hello again, ghost story fans! I promised that I would share my own personal ghost story and that is exactly what I am doing with today’s post. Check it out:

I was 13, maybe 14 years old when it first happened; which would be sometime in 1975-1976. My grandmother had passed away about a year before at the age of 97. Grandma was a strange sort, seeing as to how she took to wandering the house late at night, shuffling her slippers on the carpet. Don’t even get me started on the banana peels she would stuff in the heating vent in the floor in her bedroom. There were many times when I would be watching Chief Wahoo McDaniel chopping the snot out of some poor jobber on World Wide Wrestling late Saturday night only to look up and see Grandma, with her Albert Einstein hair and a washcloth in her mouth peering around the corner at me sitting on the couch. She nearly gave me a heart attack every time. I would always just say, “Go to bed, Grandma.” and she would moan and I would hear her feet shuffling as she made her way back to bed.

I’m going around the world with this story, but I am getting to the point. After Grandma died I moved into her old bedroom. Her room, and her bed, was way bigger than the previous one I was residing in. One Sunday night I was nearly asleep with my body turned toward the wall when I heard a familiar shuffling behind me. It’s just Grandma, I thought; I’ll tell her to go back to bed.

“Grandma, go back to bed.”

Now, there are two very important facts to consider here. One, Grandma had been dead for at least a year. Two, I was sleeping in her old bed. I heard a moan and more shuffling and you can imagine my surprise when I felt the bed push down behind me as if someone were indeed crawling into bed with me. You can imagine my even greater surprise when I felt them pressed up against me, back to back. As I stated earlier, I was facing the wall; needless to say I was too scared to turn over and see who or what had crawled into that bed with me. This was not the last time that this would happen. It went on for at least six months and then it stopped, cold. I have no idea why it stopped. I asked my parents about it and they looked at me as if I just grown a horn in the middle of my head. All I know is that, aside from the initial incident, I never felt afraid when it would happen; I figured Grandma would never hurt me while she was living and she never would while she was dead, either. That’s my ghost story and I’m sticking to it.

Do you have a personal ghost story to share? If you do, then by all means we want to hear it. ‘We’ meaning me and the people who read this blog. Send your story to:

writteninbloodjrm@gmail.com

Try to make it at least 100 words and remember to let me know whether or not you want your real name, or a nickname, to be used when the story is posted. I look forward to reading the accounts of your experiences. Take care…and stay scared.

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GRANDMA

GRANDMA

Let me start by telling you that the story you are about to read is 100% bullshit free. My parents, my brother and sister and I lived in my grandmother’s house when I was growing up in Spartanburg,South Carolina. I don’t remember if my two siblings were still living there when all this happened, but that doesn’t matter. It happened to me, not to them.

To say that my grandmother was an eccentric woman is pretty much hitting the ten-penny nail on the head. When I was growing up she was already well into her 90′s. She used to yell at the TV if her beloved wrestling show was interrupted. When they cut into the show to announce that we had landed on the moon I could her shouting “I wish they’d land on the sun. Interrupt my rasslin’ for this garbage, dadblast’em!!” Yes, indeed, grandma was quite a sweetheart.

As the years passed she began to get a little bit crazier and a whole lot sneakier. You don’t know what it’s like to be all alone in the house with her late at night. My mother and father would be out and my brother and sister would be with friends. I’d be at home stretched out on the couch watching “World Wide Wrestling“. I was reveling in the joy of watching Wahoo McDaniel tomahawk chop the living snot out of the hated ‘Nature BoyRic Flair. Suddenly I would catch something out of the corner of my eye that made me jump clean out of my skin. It was my grandma, peering around the corner, her white hair standing up like a cross between Don King and Albert Einstein and with a wash cloth dangling out of her mouth. Now just sit back and get a good mental picture of that and tell me you wouldn’t jump too. Anyways, after the initial scare wore off I would do what I would always do and that would be to calmly tell her ‘Grandma, go to bed.’ She would let out a low moan and then I would hear her shuffling her house slippers across the carpet as she headed back toward her room. I would continue watching the wrestling and all would be well.

When my grandma was 97 she fell and broke her hip. As is the case many a time with an injury of that magnitude she did not recover. Soon after her death I moved into her bedroom. It was about a year after that the main part of this story, which I have taken all the way around the world, took place.

It was late one night, probably around 2 a.m. I was lying in bed facing the wall with my back to the room. I heard the sound of my grandmother’s slippers shuffling on the carpet behind me. Without thinking I did what I always did when I heard her moving about through the house at night. ‘Grandma, go to bed.’ I heard that low familiar moan and I knew that she had heard me and was on her way to bed. Now, there are just two things wrong with that whole situation I just told you about. One, my grandmother had been deceased for a little over a year and two…

…I was in her bed.

I froze with that little piece of information running through my brain. Then, and like the rest of the tale this part is 100% bullshit free, I felt the bed shift behind me as if there were someone crawling into it. I could feel their back against mine as they settled in to sleep. I know you may think that it was my brother or sister but neither of them were the type to play a practical joke. It certainly wasn’t my mother and father. They had very little sense of humor and were well into their eighth hour of sleep.

I didn’t turn over the entire night. I finally feel asleep around 5 a.m. When I did I could still feel my grandmother’s back pressed against my own. I still to this day don’t know why she paid me that little visit. Maybe it was to say goodbye and to let me know she was okay. Maybe she wanted to feel the warmth and comfort of her old bed again.

Then again maybe she just wanted to scare the shit out of me one last time.

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