StoryTime: Spooky Stories

In honor of h a l l o w e e n, let's share some spooky stories!

Spooky enough for you?

I grew up in a newly built house in a fancy development.

The development was plotted to be built on one of the very few undeveloped areas on Long Island.

As they knocked down all the trees to build the homes, they found a fully constructed long house.

As they started digging to build the foundation, they found bones and artifacts.

You think that would have been enough info for my parents to run for the hills, no??

The house I grew up in was built on a Native American burial ground.
True story!

One night, long after I moved out,  my brother was forced to stay home alone.
He asked me to stay the night and sleep on the couch so he wouldn't be alone in the house.
I regretfully agreed.
Eep!!

I grabbed both of my pooches, a blanket, and a pillow.
I took out my contacts and rested my glasses next to the couch in case of an emergency.
The air was cold and I had shivers going down my spine.
I fell asleep listening to the deep breathe of my puppy, Pip.
Rest in peace Pipster.  He passed away a few months back.  He really was a great dog!

I eventually fell into a deep sleep breathing harmoniously with my pooch.
The night was as silent as a night could be.
All of a sudden I got awoken by someone shouting my name.
I quickly opened my eyes and Pip started barking just as quick.
My glasses were still next to the couch, but I could see a blur floating above me.
I screamed "BROTHER" so loud that he came running out of his bed faster than Flash.
He turned on the light and looked whiter than the ghostly image hovering above me.
I think I squeezed poor Pipster's eye balls out of his little puppy head...
Brother admitted to seeing a figure, although he could not make out a shape.
It vanished once he turned the lights on.

I told Brother to get the dogs, all of his stuff, and pack the car that moment.
Whatever it was haunting that house knew my name and I was totally not cool with that!

That was the last time I ignored my better judgement and spent the night in that house.
The house has long been sold and newly inhabited, but I still remember the fear.
To this day, whenever I see a staircase from the corner of my eye, I imagine a little Indian boy's presence.
The same little Indian boy that haunted my childhood home.

Did you ever have a supernatural experience?