Dinhternet

Hal­loween is almost upon us, so here’s a lit­tle some­thing to help peo­ple get into the spirit.

That first link is a pretty cool site. It lists all the ghost sto­ries sub­mit­ted by read­ings, and they are orga­nized by loca­tion, so that you can go check them out. It doesn’t seem to get updated too often, but I guess we don’t get new ghost sto­ries too often, either. I think it was Jeremy who showed it to me back when we lived in Suntree.

Like I’ve said before, I con­sider myself a healthy skep­tic, but there’s part of me that wants to believe. So when Leena told us about the Freeport Fac­tory and we looked it up on the Shad­ow­lands, a bunch of us were down to go check it out on Halloween.

Now, the way Leena told the story was that if you down Freeport around the part where it fol­lows the on a dark night, sup­pos­edly if the spir­its wanted you to find them, the fog would part enough for you to find the entrance to the fac­tory. As you approach the fac­tory, there should be lights or sounds as if chil­dren were play­ing inside. If you can find an open door to go inside, you’re sup­posed to hold onto it tightly, or the door will slam shut and you’ll be stuck inside with the ghosts until morning.

A bunch of us — all of our apart­ment and Genie’s apart­ment, plus friends, armed our­selves with Mag-Lites and packed up into our cars and set out. We wan­dered up and down Freeport, but we could never find the fac­tory. After a while, we gave up, and some­one came up with the bright idea of crash­ing a ceme­tery instead. We rolled up to the near­est one, hopped the fence, and wan­dered around. The scari­est thing I saw that night was a huge crow that fol­lowed us around and watched as we walked around the cemetery.

After­wards, though, I heard some weird stuff. The girls had dis­cov­ered a grave for a lit­tle girl that died when she was only two, buried next to her mother. After we came home, Kitty said that she started to hear a girl’s voice, and she would wake up with weird bruises on her body that looked like lit­tle hand prints. Mikey was sup­pos­edly a psy­chic, and he said that he doesn’t like to talk about or use his abil­i­ties, but he talked to the lit­tle girl, who had fol­lowed Kitty home from the ceme­tery, and they went back to the ceme­tery and got her to stay there.

Doesn’t that sound a lot more fun than that lame Hal­loween party you’re going to this year? You don’t even need to get a cos­tume! Any­ways, maybe I’ll post some more ghost sto­ries as we get closer to the 31st.