Will B. Talking About telling a ghost story
With October 31, fast approaching I was thinking of telling a good old fashion ghost story to get everyone in the right frame of mind for Halloween. Then I remembered I have a real-life ghost story from when I was younger that I went through and decided to share.
I believe I was 10 or 11 when my Dad and Step mom had a house built in south Arlington. At the time the entire area was all dark woods and under development. Our house was being built on the edge of the development on a culde-sac with nothing but very thick dark woods behind the street. Creepy enough for a young boy. The first time I saw this how I got a very bad vibe and from there it just got worse.
It started with a lot of nightmares about being trapped in rooms of the house and the doors would not open. Then one night my brothers and I had friends over to stay the night as our parents played bridge in the dining room. We were playing and joking around as any adolescent would, and my friend got mad and said I am going home and started storming for the door. It was about 11p.m. and I felt he was half joking. As he got his coat off the chair we here a loud ringing noise and from the other side of the living room where there was a very old antique curio cabinet we saw a flash and a antique statue that you could wind up and it would play music and little figurines would dance around suddenly flew across the room right between the group of us and smashed on the floor. A 20 feet I tell you. We all just looked at each other in total disbelief and shock. Of course, when we screamed the parents thought we were just trying to cover up our ruff housing that most likely caused the statue to be broken.
The next main event happened about 10 or 11 pm one very dark and creepy evening. I was in the boy scouts at the time and I was given a check and sent off to the troop leaders house to pay for an upcoming camping trip and members dues. As I peddled my bike home dark sinister woods on my right all the way home. I could sense something creepy about that night as I road my bike around the back of our house to the garage. Hair on the back of my neck standing straight up as I pulled in to the garage on my bike. As I was lowering the kick stand the light from the garage started going off and on and the garage door started to slam shut and open over and over. Scared senseless I ran from the garage screaming bloody murder all the way to the living room. Everyone thought I had gotten attacked by a bear or something.
I continued to have nightmares and strange occurrences until the day we moved from that house. Thankfully we were only there a couple years before my Dad and step mom divorced and my little brother and me were dropped in Florida at my Moms doorstep to great surprise.
Next time you hear that bump in the night remember it just might be a supernatural visitor there to give you a fright.
This is Will B. saying be weary of thick dark woods especially during the witching hour of Halloween.