Ghost Town

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 J 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 N 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 N 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 L’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 K 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 N 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 K 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 31^st.

Tags: Dinhternet, Friends, Genie L, Jeremy J, Kitty K, Stories