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Three Terrifying Abandoned House Stories
Published 3 years, 1 month ago
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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes from Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you three spooky ghost stories about an abandoned house haunted by the ghosts of Emily and Abagail written by anonymous sources.
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Emily and James
I never believed in ghosts until I met her. Her name was Emily, and she haunted the abandoned house where I found myself trapped. It was an old, dilapidated mansion that had been vacant for years. But for some reason, I was drawn to it. I had heard stories about the ghosts that haunted the place, but I didn't believe them.
On a stormy night, I made my way into the mansion shrouded in darkness. The wind was howling outside, and the rain was pounding against the windows. I had taken shelter in the old house, not realizing the horror that awaited me inside.
As I walked through the creaky old hallways, I felt like I was being watched. Every shadow seemed to move, and I jumped at every sound. But I kept telling myself that it was just my imagination.
That's when I saw her. Emily stood before me, gazing sadly into my eyes. At first, I thought she was just another person who had taken refuge in the house, but when I tried to speak to her, she disappeared into thin air.
I was terrified, but I couldn't bring myself to leave the mansion. There was something about Emily that drew me in, and I wanted to find out more about her.
As I explored the house further, I discovered that Emily had been the wife of a man named James. They had lived in the mansion together, but James had died in a tragic accident while riding his horse one night in a storm. Emily had never recovered from his death and had taken her own life shortly after by hanging herself from the rafters in their home.
It was then that I realized that Emily was not just a ghost, but a tortured soul who was unable to let go of her husband. She had become attached to me because my name was James, and she saw in me a resemblance to her beloved husband.
I was trapped in the mansion, unable to leave because Emily would not let me. She wanted to keep me there with her, to fill the void that had been left by her husband's death. I tried to reason with her, but she was too far gone. I tried every door and window, but they were all locked and set in place. I even tried beating down the wood with furniture, but it would not budge.
Weeks later, I was still trapped in the mansion. I found water in the kitchen, but was weak from not eating. Emily would appear to me every night, begging me to stay with her. At first, I tried to resist her, but as time went on, I found myself becoming more and more attached to her. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it.
I began to feel like I was losing my mind. I was living in a haunted house, unable to leave, and falling in love with a ghost. But I couldn't help myself. Emily was the only thing that kept me sane in that terrifying place.
One night, as I lay in bed, I heard a sound coming from the attic. It was a low, mournful sound, like someone was weeping. I got out of bed and made my way up to the attic, where I found Emily sitting on the floor, surrounded by old photographs of her and James.
She looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "I miss him so much," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to be with him again."
I felt a pang of sadness in my heart for her. She was trapped in this world, unable to move on, and I was the only one who could give her some semblance of happiness.
That's when I made my decis
Find out how to send your scary story at www.scarystorytime.com/submissions.
Right now it is halfway to Halloween. What a great time to shop at one of my favorite stories. If you love goth and vampire fashion, check out Vampire Freaks by visiting www.scarystorytime.com/vampirefreaks. Anything that you buy also gives me a little kickback to buy something new as well and to support the show.
Now let's begin...
Emily and James
I never believed in ghosts until I met her. Her name was Emily, and she haunted the abandoned house where I found myself trapped. It was an old, dilapidated mansion that had been vacant for years. But for some reason, I was drawn to it. I had heard stories about the ghosts that haunted the place, but I didn't believe them.
On a stormy night, I made my way into the mansion shrouded in darkness. The wind was howling outside, and the rain was pounding against the windows. I had taken shelter in the old house, not realizing the horror that awaited me inside.
As I walked through the creaky old hallways, I felt like I was being watched. Every shadow seemed to move, and I jumped at every sound. But I kept telling myself that it was just my imagination.
That's when I saw her. Emily stood before me, gazing sadly into my eyes. At first, I thought she was just another person who had taken refuge in the house, but when I tried to speak to her, she disappeared into thin air.
I was terrified, but I couldn't bring myself to leave the mansion. There was something about Emily that drew me in, and I wanted to find out more about her.
As I explored the house further, I discovered that Emily had been the wife of a man named James. They had lived in the mansion together, but James had died in a tragic accident while riding his horse one night in a storm. Emily had never recovered from his death and had taken her own life shortly after by hanging herself from the rafters in their home.
It was then that I realized that Emily was not just a ghost, but a tortured soul who was unable to let go of her husband. She had become attached to me because my name was James, and she saw in me a resemblance to her beloved husband.
I was trapped in the mansion, unable to leave because Emily would not let me. She wanted to keep me there with her, to fill the void that had been left by her husband's death. I tried to reason with her, but she was too far gone. I tried every door and window, but they were all locked and set in place. I even tried beating down the wood with furniture, but it would not budge.
Weeks later, I was still trapped in the mansion. I found water in the kitchen, but was weak from not eating. Emily would appear to me every night, begging me to stay with her. At first, I tried to resist her, but as time went on, I found myself becoming more and more attached to her. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it.
I began to feel like I was losing my mind. I was living in a haunted house, unable to leave, and falling in love with a ghost. But I couldn't help myself. Emily was the only thing that kept me sane in that terrifying place.
One night, as I lay in bed, I heard a sound coming from the attic. It was a low, mournful sound, like someone was weeping. I got out of bed and made my way up to the attic, where I found Emily sitting on the floor, surrounded by old photographs of her and James.
She looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. "I miss him so much," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to be with him again."
I felt a pang of sadness in my heart for her. She was trapped in this world, unable to move on, and I was the only one who could give her some semblance of happiness.
That's when I made my decis