William Shakespeare told about him ⦠I sunk into a dark abyss and worried that I would never climb out.. One night I woke up and had the creepy sensation that I was being watched.. For a moment I wondered if I was being visited by my motherâs ghost.. It was on a dark winter's day that his mother, the queen, asked him for a story. So the club was really kind of messy, not dirty but just filled with THINGS, lots of tables in the bar, lots of speakers and extra crap in the back storage room behind the stage, and a tiny crowded dressing room for the dancers. So also when this stuff started to get worse, I have to add that some of it was around Halloween so I was watching a lot of scary movies, and I was also smoking a ton of weed so both of these things might have had some affect on my psyche, but also these feelings NEVER happened anywhere else around this time. Do you see it? Ghosts and horrors have always been a staple of ⦠For all those who work late nights in high-risesâ¦. So I did a little research on Christmas traditions and it turns out ghost stories ⦠Scary fairy tales have lived in the minds of creepy Omas and Opas for hundreds of years, just waiting for fresh, young ears to infect. A lot of bad shit went down in my family at that period of time in my life, and my mother, a heavily religious lady, said there was a lot of "evil" in our lives at that time. She shakes her head, like, âNo one is there.â We all kind of breathe easier. I could tell something was wrong, but he insisted he was OK, so we got to work. I almost threw up. Telling ghost stories during winter is a hallowed tradition, a folk custom stretches back centuries, when families would wile away the winter nights with tales of spooks and monsters. Just as she asks him to come on down, the phone goes dead. The world is full of mysteries, murders, and deeply disturbing true stories. My dog was going absolutely ape. All of a sudden he went dead still, looked me in the eye, and very solemnly said "She's not happy. I never really thought about it at all. Years later, I asked them about it again. Favi Santos By Erin Cossetta Updated December 5, 2020. For god knows how long, and how many times before. In my old apartment, my dog would, on occasion, look down the hallway towards the bedroom, from the living room, and growl, for no apparent reason. We spent only a couple of days there, shopping for food at the markets and walking around to see the sights, although there weren't many. I was 7, my brother 10, my mom in her early 40s, my grandmother (her mom) in her 60â²s. One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little girl in my bathroom. Wrong. My dog did still growl at the hallway from time to time, but I never saw it again. I was convinced one of the dancers had hung herself in that room, I could see it so clearly in my mind. I also want to get Early Bird Books newsletter featuring book deals, ⦠This was near Halloween so the club had kind of gone all out and had goofy decorations and costumes. Itâs like a tornado or the end of the world. My mom and my sister are already up, and they look exhausted. We have stories about relatives that start with, âYou remember that time Uncle Bob was in the ditch with a shotgun?â âWHICH TIME? I opened my eyes pretty much immediately, and there was a blur of light, leaning over me, very close - certainly less than six inches from my face. The house is in the foreal country, literally over train-tracks, past a salvage yard and her nearest neighbor (a cousin â everyone is related to everyone who owns a house on the road) ainât within screaminâ distance. I threw the broom, screamed as loud as I could, and ran to the bar. About a week after I saw the legs in the mirror, I was working one more shift before taking a week off to do some research for a grad class and go on a long weekend trip with my girlfriend. After awhile I was constantly shaken, and didn't want to tell him every time something happened since I was afraid they would think I was crazy. Cousin said he thought he saw a blur of something out the picture window and ran to fire the first shot, but âmissedâ because, once he stood there, nothing or no one was on the lawn or in the truck. I grew up on an Indian Reservation in the Dakotas. I asked my mom what she saw, and she said it was nothing. Instead of pennies, it'd say "I bet you your life you can't make it up the stairs blah blah. I can still hear it. Right then, my group started to walk down from the hill, and I followed. His name was Mamillius, and he probably was nine or ten years old. ", My dad says, 'Yeah. When we asked for your spookiest scary stories, we knew we'd get some freaky stuff. One each night. And I *do* mean crazy. Okay, so this was when I used to live in in a different state. William Shakespeare told about him ⦠Yeah. "Curls? I couldn't see inside, but their window was down and the arm hanging out the window looked to be that of someone impossibly thin. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 1905. We donât know how all the windows and doors were banging, and we donât know why we never saw a SOUL anywhere or how they could get around the sides of the house without leaving a trace in the damp earth. At this time in my life things were going amazingly, extraordinarily well for me, and I say that because my teenagehood had been rather darkly overcast. Mamillius is Leontesâs and Hermioneâs son. Without meaning to, I started tuning out the voices around me and fixed all my attention on the little pebbles in the dirt. There was constantly something happening. It may have just been a combination of everything in my life, sleeping weird hours, grad school, dealing with my own personal shit, but I've always been a high stress person who's worked a lot more stressful jobs since then and I have NEVER experienced anything like that ever in my life. When the group leader mentioned that a local had told him that the town had been plagued with a rash of young women under 25 committing suicide, Hanna and I went white. They once again asked me if he was nice and I did the same thing as my sister, although a little different. This happened at least 5 more times while I worked there, sometimes other people heard it, sometimes just me, always when I was walking into the back room. And once I left I never felt any of those feelings or saw anything like that ever again. At first it sounded totally reasonable, but something in me fought it and I was momentarily troubled. But I will never forget the fear that struck my little 6 year old heart at that very minute. A small and rapidly dwindling part of myself started to panic, knew that something bad was happening, but it was like my own inner voice was slowly getting quieter and quieter. Cousin walks by truck with a shotgun in his hand. I immediately got the distinct impression that this thing had been watching me sleep. Then he RUNS towards to house, towards us. Most scary stories are, of course, meant to be told. I touched my face and felt that I was grinning at nothing. We threw whatever we could grab in two trips in my car (after I walked him to another bathroom and waited outside the door) and got the fuck out at top speed. Halloween is right around the corner, so it's time for another round of spooky stories! An anonymous little girl was five years old when her parents had decided to separate. But the overwhelming good luck of being able to travel and these close friends I'd made in the last year had more than changed my feelings and attitude towards life â it was like I was a whole new person. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably forever. William Shakespeare told about him in The Winterâs Tale. I distanced myself from it mentally as much as I could. "A sad tale's ⦠In Shakespeare's work, "A Winter's Tale" (1623), Prince Mamillius states: âA sad taleâs best for winter. Out of nowhere I brought up the "voice at the top of the stairs" and my brother got all quiet and weird. It's that time of year again: Shadows grow long, winds turn chilly, and we're closer and closer toâ¦. Yes, that seems to be a real system of measurement â âscreaming distance.â. I hadn't told her anything whatsoever about the house because I didn't think she would come if I did. When my older sister was born my parents moved into a small house and in that house the laundryâ¦, When my older sister was born my parents moved into a small house and in that house the laundry room was right across the kitchen table. She wanted to get me and some of her friends to do a Ouija board about the bar and the ghost but I was too terrified. You can submit your scary, sad, horror, creepy stories to me. I was starting to feel the panic in my chest, and I kept telling myself to look away and look into the dressing room, but I couldn't stop staring, like I was transfixed...and in the corner of my eye I saw a reflection in the mirror set up leaning against a dresser in the back room, I forced my head to look and I saw, in the mirror, two legs in black ripped tights, floating about a foot from the floor swaying back and forth. We all scream. To this my parents asked if he was nice and to this she waited a moment and then replied 'yes'. One of the dancers was convinced that the room was haunted and I was seeing a ghost, she thought maybe someone had killed herself back there. As Prince Mamillius announces in Shakespeareâs A Winterâs Tale, âA sad taleâs best for winter; I have one / Of sprites and goblins.â The novelist Paul Theroux describes the tradition as âa revolt against ⦠As Mamillius knew, the best way is to speak softly, so that your listeners lean forward to catch your words, and to speak slowly, so that your voice sounds scary. Being a scared little kid, I of course went right into my parents room to sleep next to my mom. Ghost stories were likely always popular in England at Christmas, or at least in the winter. The banging starts AGAIN, all the doors and now we can hear the windows rattle. As we hiked up the hills behind the town I started feeling stranger and stranger. She investigated that, and came back to me a couple of weeks later with a yes, a woman had died of a drug overdose in that apartment in 1995 (so 12 years earlier), shortly after having her child removed from her custody because of her addiction problems. I lived in a house from hell for four years, from age eleven to almost sixteen. It was not distinguishable as a person - it more resembled a person-sized version of a colourful nebula you might see a picture of in a science magazine. The police were called (Cousin had to go home to his house to call â this was way pre-cell phone era). "Um, I, yeah she hangs out in there. Besides those horrible events I loved working there and made a lot of friends, but I absolutely lost my mind. ", We both looked at eachother, horrified. With you. I'm going to preface this by saying that I've been able to see, hear, and feel things since I was a, For comic relief: No Laughing Matter, from sugarhill, I was 13 years old babysitting for a 10 month old baby. My grandma, who is terrifyingly resourceful, huddles us all into the living room, away from a window where anyone can see us. My brother, mother and I have never been able to figure it out â neither did the cops, I think it should be noted. In it, Williams sings, âThereâll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago, a concept that seems more fit for Halloween than Christmas. William Shakespeare told about him in The Winter's Tale. Every time I walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right outside my bedroom) I saw a little girl with blond curled hair and a rose-colored dress. His name was Mamillius, and he probably was nine or ten years old. I was having panic attacks, migraines, sleeping with my lights on, was terrified of my shadow and carried pepper spray everywhere I went. I grew up in New Mexico and was always very into the outdoors, hiking, camping, rock climbing, etc. I never mentioned it to anyone... UNTIL one night I was sleeping over at my brother's place (I was about eighteen, he was twenty-two) and we were talking about "spooky" stories. His name was Mamillius, and he probably was nine or ten years old. There is a strange truck there. The further we walked, the more normal I felt, until we left the town that afternoon and I was totally freaked out. Not bad, just odd, like my normal thoughts and feelings had been turned down low, like on a dial. We've done this post a few times, and these are seriously some of the craziest, scariest, most terrifying tales I've ever read. His name was Mamillius, and he probably was nine or ten years old. I'm not sure, but I know I was very little. I'm going to slow down and let them by.". Rhythmic and terrifying, like all the doors are about to splinter and crack. So my sister would often be seen waving and staring and giggling while looking into the laundry room. We all decided to go for a walk on the hills right behind the town, where there was a small summit with a pile of rocks and some prayer flags (to be honest there were little "altars" like these on every other hill, but it gave us something to do). Press ⦠She wouldn't use my bathroom the rest of the week and I started using it as little as possible without pissing off my parents (who did not want to believe). Also on occasion, when I was sleeping in the bedroom (she slept at the foot of the bed), I would wake up with her staring intently at the door and growling. Doors flying open and shut, voices, footsteps. Behind the stage there was kind of a storage room area that had several dressers and mirrors put in, as well as an old comfy couch in case the dancers wanted to use it as an extra dressing room, or a place to nap, but no one ever actually used it. So when I was barely twenty years old I was travelling with a small group of people through China, and we were spending about two months in Qinghai province, which used to be part of Tibet. Myâ¦. "A sad tale's ⦠I remember we reached the little summit and I simply sank to the ground next to the pile of rocks. When we came around the bend in the long, steep driveway, he went completely white. The truck peals out, backwards, cutting across the yard and racing into a breakneck speed. Well. The kind of vacuous hideousness of a fly buzzing against a closed window for hours on end in an empty room? One day, when I was 14, I had a friend from out of town come stay with me for a week. He slowed and the car on the right passed us. Cousin flings open the front door and fires the huge shotgun, once, BANG, deafening. Might sound weird but I had been to this area many times and it was quite safe. It was like from a horror film, like a long screech almost like electronic music but just one tone, almost like a chain saw that reverberated around the entire floor and walls. It was Death.". I started to kind of bring it up to the dancer that drove me home, she said the back room also "creeped her out" but didn't go into any detail. After this she seemed to grow out of it, and forgot all about it and to my parents relief, dismissed it as an imaginary friend. Ha. One night I woke up due not to my dog growling, but barking for all she was worth. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. 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