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Three Spooky Ghost Stories
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Three Spooky Ghost Storieshttps://www.creepypastascarystories.com/creepypasta/three-spooky-ghost-stories/Half-Head
by RagtimeOutlawBrian's Here
by JdescheneThe Final Whistle
by MatthewAnderson707BACKGROUNDCoastal Thunderstorm Amongst the Redwoods
Sandcastle Ambience
SPOOKY BOO RHODES
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vRiQNjWAtITRANSCRIPTGood evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes from Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you 3 spooky ghost stories from the creepypasta library. This month I'm featuring my Sandcastle Horror book which is available in paperback, PDF format, or on Kindle. For details on how you can get a signed or regular copy, visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com.
Now let's begin...
Half-Head
by RagtimeOutlaw
When I was twelve in the summer of 1969, my family and I moved to a small white house in the middle of Caryville, Wisconsin so my mother could be closer to her parents. The house itself was rather unimpressive; it was a normal, white board house built in the mid-nineteen twenties, with no spooky atmosphere or any other haunted house crap. It was just a house. To be honest, I do not remember anything actually happening in the house until I was fifteen, when my older sister brought home a new boyfriend, Martin Keller.
From the start, I did not like him, because he was the type of person who believed in spirits and psychics. He even claimed at one point that a spirit had told him that he would sire a child who would be “baptized in blood and rise to rule a world of madness, because it was the will of an ancient god.” Just normal 70s weirdo mumbo-jumbo from an idiot. Anyway, one night Martin thought it would be fun to bring an old-fashioned planchette to the house in an attempt to conjure spirits to tell us the future. For hours, he and my sister sat in our living room trying to call forth the same spirit that had apparently told him about the evil child. After a while, they gave up and started making out on the couch until, much to their amazement, the planchette actually moved on its own accord.
I remember my sister almost tearing my bedroom door off the hinges just to drag me into the living room to see what the spirit had to say. At first, I accused Martin of somehow manipulating the planchette, until he stood and walked over to me. The three of us sat down around the table and began asking the spirit questions. Mostly we asked the usual: who are you, what do you want, who will I marry, and so forth. Eventually the spirit announced that they had to leave. However, its farewell message will be forever burned into my mind: “I’ll be seeing you, Jack.” That was it, nothing more except that it would be seeing me. I did not sleep for three days after that.
Months went by with nothing happening, but for some reason, I could never shake the feeling that someone or something was constantly watching me. At first, I would get the feeling that someone was watching me from far away while I was outside or walking to school, like whomever it was was sitting in a far-off tree with binoculars. Over the next couple of weeks, I began to feel like it was getting closer to me.
One night in November, I was up late working on some homework when I got the feeling that someone was outside watching me thorough my bedroom window. I remember working up the courage to walk over to the window and look into the backyard. Sure enough, someone was there. It was a tall man in what looked like a suit with a cigarette in his mouth, standing motionless next to the fence at the far end of the backyard. What made it even worse was that I could not see the man’s face, just his shadow and the glow of the cigarette. I jumped back from my window
by RagtimeOutlawBrian's Here
by JdescheneThe Final Whistle
by MatthewAnderson707BACKGROUNDCoastal Thunderstorm Amongst the Redwoods
Sandcastle Ambience
SPOOKY BOO RHODES
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vRiQNjWAtITRANSCRIPTGood evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes from Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you 3 spooky ghost stories from the creepypasta library. This month I'm featuring my Sandcastle Horror book which is available in paperback, PDF format, or on Kindle. For details on how you can get a signed or regular copy, visit my website at www.scarystorytime.com.
Now let's begin...
Half-Head
by RagtimeOutlaw
When I was twelve in the summer of 1969, my family and I moved to a small white house in the middle of Caryville, Wisconsin so my mother could be closer to her parents. The house itself was rather unimpressive; it was a normal, white board house built in the mid-nineteen twenties, with no spooky atmosphere or any other haunted house crap. It was just a house. To be honest, I do not remember anything actually happening in the house until I was fifteen, when my older sister brought home a new boyfriend, Martin Keller.
From the start, I did not like him, because he was the type of person who believed in spirits and psychics. He even claimed at one point that a spirit had told him that he would sire a child who would be “baptized in blood and rise to rule a world of madness, because it was the will of an ancient god.” Just normal 70s weirdo mumbo-jumbo from an idiot. Anyway, one night Martin thought it would be fun to bring an old-fashioned planchette to the house in an attempt to conjure spirits to tell us the future. For hours, he and my sister sat in our living room trying to call forth the same spirit that had apparently told him about the evil child. After a while, they gave up and started making out on the couch until, much to their amazement, the planchette actually moved on its own accord.
I remember my sister almost tearing my bedroom door off the hinges just to drag me into the living room to see what the spirit had to say. At first, I accused Martin of somehow manipulating the planchette, until he stood and walked over to me. The three of us sat down around the table and began asking the spirit questions. Mostly we asked the usual: who are you, what do you want, who will I marry, and so forth. Eventually the spirit announced that they had to leave. However, its farewell message will be forever burned into my mind: “I’ll be seeing you, Jack.” That was it, nothing more except that it would be seeing me. I did not sleep for three days after that.
Months went by with nothing happening, but for some reason, I could never shake the feeling that someone or something was constantly watching me. At first, I would get the feeling that someone was watching me from far away while I was outside or walking to school, like whomever it was was sitting in a far-off tree with binoculars. Over the next couple of weeks, I began to feel like it was getting closer to me.
One night in November, I was up late working on some homework when I got the feeling that someone was outside watching me thorough my bedroom window. I remember working up the courage to walk over to the window and look into the backyard. Sure enough, someone was there. It was a tall man in what looked like a suit with a cigarette in his mouth, standing motionless next to the fence at the far end of the backyard. What made it even worse was that I could not see the man’s face, just his shadow and the glow of the cigarette. I jumped back from my window