Scary Halloween Stories
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Room for One More
The young and beautiful Comtesse de Vire travelled across France to visit her elderly, sick mother who lived in Auch, Gascony.
Leaving Paris she headed south by rail to the little town of Jonzac, in the Charente-Maritime. Outside the pretty town she stayed overnight at the Chateau du Plain, an old building which had a large gravel driveway leading to and from the main doors.
Her bedroom for the overnight stay looked out over the drive. The Comtesse had considerable difficulty sleeping; it was a humid, moonlit night and as the clock outside her bedroom door struck 12, she heard the noise of horses' hooves on the gravel outside, and the sound of wheels. Intrigued the Comtesse rose and opening the wooden shutters looked out to see who could be arriving at that time of night.
The moonlight was very bright, and she saw clearly a hearse drive up to the door. It hadn't a coffin in it; instead it was crowded with people. The coachman sat high up on the box: as he came opposite the window he drew up and turned his head. His face terrified her, and he said in a distinct voice, 'There's room for one more.'
The Comtesse, fearful for her life, drew the curtain, ran back to bed, and covered her head with the bedclothes. In the morning she was not quite sure whether it had been a dream, or whether she had really got out of bed and seen the hearse, but she was glad to go up to Jonzac to continue her journey south and leave the old chateau behind her.
In Auch, before visiting her sick mother, the Comtesse was shopping in the world renowned Galleries Lafayette in which there was an elevator: a modern invention at that time. She was on the top floor, and went to the elevator to descend. It was rather crowded, but as she came up to it, the elevator operator turned his head and said, 'There's room for one more.'
It was the face of the coachman of the hearse.
'No, thank you,' spluttered the Comtesse. 'I'll take the stairs.'
The Little Brown Dog
Rachel, from Northallerton, Yorkshire, England was an extremely old woman who had no family still living.
Her only companion and friend was a little brown dog, Slats, who went everywhere with her, with one exception. Slats loved the open fireplace in winter, and after the old woman went to bed he would sometimes go and lie in the hearth in front of the warm coals. Usually though, the dog slept at the very edge of the bed on a throw rug.
Rachel wouldn't allow the dog on the bed with her, but if she became frightened or had a nightmare, she would put her hand down to the little brown dog and he would lick it reassuringly.
One dark night Rachel was reading her newspaper just before going to sleep. She shivered and pulled the bedclothes up around her as she read that a mental patient had wandered off from the nearby Broadmoor asylum. No one knew if the patient was dangerous of not; he was a suspect in the murders of several women who had lived alone.
Rachel turned out the lights and tried to sleep, but she was frightened, and kept thinking of the news report; she tossed and turned fitfully.
Finally, she reached down to where the little brown dog slept. Sure enough, a warm, wet tongue began to lick her hand. The woman felt reassured and safe, and left her hand dangling off the bed as she turned and settled in comfortably. She opened her eyes for a moment and looked through the open door into the living room.
There in front of the fireplace, sat Slats, gazing at the coals and wagging his tail.
A Chilling Poem
I'm not afraid of snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice,
Sometimes they're in the corner, sometimes they're by the door,
Once, Mother caught me
being bad, fighting in the street,
Lucky thing I'm not a girl, or I'd
be scared to death.
And so, when other evil kids tempt and coax me into sin,
Shelagh was happy, it was Halloween and she was in love. This evening she would see Jack and they were going to Reading to watch a movie that she particularly wanted to see. As she considered what to wear she hummed along to the music on her radio. The news presenter cut in to issue a news flash that a serial killer had escaped from the nearby Broadmoor Mental Hospital. The presenter described the man as deranged with only one hand as the other had been replaced with a hook. He was not to be approached as he was classified as very dangerous.
Shelagh took little notice of the newsflash as she sang to the next tune being played. She showered and dressed in her most fetching outfit for the evening out.
Jack arrived in his new [to him] Lexus and they set off from Crowthorne to see the film. The movie proved to be excellent and on the way home Jack pulled into a quiet lane near Easthampstead for a kiss and a cuddle while listening to the romantic songs played on his digital radio.
As had happened earlier the programme was interrupted by a news flash which stated that the killer was still at large and had not been taken into custody. Jack appeared not to hear the news and carried on canoodling. Shelagh was now scared as Easthampstead is rather like the back of beyond and the night was pitch dark with no moon. She asked Jack to take her home. Jack preferred to stay in the romantic situation in which he found himself and for some little while they argued about the 'hook man'.
Just then, the car rocked and there was a loud noise. Shelagh screamed at Jack to drive on and he seemed oblivious to the earlier movement. She shouted again and, Jack, with a scowl, raced off into the night.
At her home, near Crowthorne, Jack got out to open Shelagh's door as he thought that would impress her and let her know that he was not angry with her after their cross words.
He walked round the Lexus and stared fixedly at something on the side of the car, his mouth gaped and moving soundlessly. Shelagh, concerned, rolled down her window and shrieked at what she saw.
There, on the door handle, right next to where she had been sitting hung, a hook.
A Creepy Tale from a Vienna Graveyard
Chris Cross, a tourist in Vienna, is going passed Vienna's Zentralfriedhof graveyard on October 31st. All of a sudden he hears some music. No one is around, so he starts searching for the source. Chris finally locates the origin and finds it is coming from a grave with a headstone that reads: Ludwig van Beethoven, 1770-1827. Then he realizes that the music is the Ninth Symphony and it is being played backward! Puzzled, he leaves the graveyard and persuades Tim Burr, a friend, to return with him.
By the time they arrive back at the grave, the music has changed. This time it is the Seventh Symphony, but like the previous piece, it is being played backward. Curious, the men agree to consult a music scholar. When they return with the expert, the Fifth Symphony is playing, again backward. The expert notices that the symphonies are being played in the reverse order in which they were composed, the 9th, then the 7th, then the 5th. By the next day the word has spread and a throng has gathered around the grave. They are all listening to the Second Symphony being played backward.
Just then the graveyard's caretaker ambles up to the group. Someone in the crowd asks him if he has an explanation for the music.
"Oh, it's nothing to worry about" says the caretaker. "He's just decomposing!"
One Halloween night, a couple was travelling by car through Epping Forest when, in the far distance, they saw a woman in the middle of the road, waving frantically.
Cynthia told her husband, Charles to keep on driving because it might be too dangerous, but the husband decided to pass by slowly in case the person was in genuine trouble.
As they drove closer, they noticed that the woman was bleeding from cuts and bruises on her face as well as on her arms. Cynthia and Charles then decide to stop and see if they could be of any assistance.
The cut and bruised woman was begging for help telling them that she had already been in a car accident and that her husband and son, a new born baby, were still inside the car which was in a deep ditch. She told them that the husband was already dead but that her baby was still alive.
Charles decided to walk to the crash and try to rescue the baby and he asked the hurt woman to stay with Cynthia inside their car. When Charles arrived at the crash he noticed two people in the front seats of the car but he didn't pay any attention to them and quickly grabbed the live baby and got up to take it to the mother.
He straightened up carrying the baby and couldn't see the mother anywhere so he asked his wife where she had gone. Cynthia told him that the woman followed him back to the crashed car.
When Charles returned to the crash to look for her, he noticed that clearly the couple in the front seats were dead, one of whom was unmistakably the woman who had flagged them down.
Out in the Andromeda galaxy is a newly discovered comet. The C/2007 L1 is one of the most unusual structures that astronomers have ever seen.
On October 31st, 2007, astro-photographer Pedro Torres of Puebla, Mexico, took a close-up picture of the comet's core. Pedro used a combination of two 120-second exposures obtained using a 30-cm reflector, a Sigma 6303 CCD camera, and a blue filter.
The photograph was taken at a perihelion distance of 1.07 AU. What it reveals is startling new structure in the center of comet C/2007 L1. The whole of the coma is very brilliant and unusually, the nucleus containing two extra bright eyes. The comet's tail was not curved thus producing a circular effect.
Pedro has applied to the International Astronomical Union (IAU) for the official name of comet C/2007 L1 to be called 'Halloween'. See picture to the right:-
Fire-fighters' Halloween Story
All outdoor burning is prohibited in the City except for those parcels described in ordinance. Recreational fires are allowed, but not during the hours of 6:00 p.m. to 6:00 a.m.
At 8.00pm on October 31st two fire-fighters could see a fire raging in the back yard. I was clearly in breach of the rule on burning leaves after dark. One of the fireman knocked on the door, and they both waited each holding their helmet in their hand. The little old woman opened the door and promptly dropping a bar of candy into each helmet. She then told them, 'Aren't you boys are a little old for trick and treat, and closed the door'. The fire-fighters left open mouthed.
A True Scary Tale
John Stafford, 54, of Scarborough, Yorkshire, England suffers from debilitating arachnophobia Will and Guy have discovered. We have learned that he is so scared of spiders that he is forced to stay indoors on Halloween.
He claims the condition is so bad that his doctor has told him even fake rubber spiders displayed in shop windows could give him a fatal heart attack. Describing his reaction when he sees a spider, he said, 'I stop breathing and pass out, it's just terrifying.' Mr Stafford added that he had tried everything from hypnosis to pills to cure his lifelong fear, but without success.
His wife Maria, 44, described the moment she feared for her husband's life after he saw some spiders in a shop window display, saying he passed out and slumped against her before she was able to bring him round. She added, 'I've known my husband since I was four years old and I don't want to bury him now.'
Scary Halloween Saga
This young fellow,
... is about to ride the escalator into the dark at the top where he may find
These partying ladies.
There was once a little girl who was very wilful and who never obeyed when her elders spoke to her - so how could she be happy?
One day she said to her parents, 'I have heard so much of the old witch that I will go and see her. People say she is a wonderful old woman, and has many marvellous things in her house, and I am very curious to see them.'
But her parents forbade her going, saying, 'The witch is a wicked old woman, who performs many godless deeds - and if you go near her, you are no longer a child of ours.'
The girl, however, would not turn back at her parents' command, but went to the witch's house. When she arrived there the old woman asked her:
'Why are you so pale?'
'And what did you see?' inquired the old witch.
'Then I saw a gray man.'
'After him I saw a blood-red man.'
'But, oh, I was most terrified,' continued the girl, 'when I peeped through your window, and saw not you, but a creature with a fiery head.'
'Then you have seen the witch in her proper dress,' said the old woman. 'For you I have long waited, and now you shall give me light.'
So saying the witch changed the little girl into a block of wood, and then threw it on the fire. When it was fully alight, she sat down on the hearth and warmed herself, saying:
'How good I feel! The fire has not burned like this for a long time!'
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