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Why We Love a Good Ghost Story
Ghosts have been an avid interest of mine since I was small. I used to listen to my mother and grandmother tell stories of their own experiences with ghosts, and true or not, they were fascinating. I loved imagining there were ghosts all around me and I was never truly alone.
I was just a kid, but my fascination never stopped. Before the days of the Internet, October was my favorite month. That was horror month on television! All the scary stories were playing and they played one after the other. I couldn't get enough.
After the Internet took off and ghost stories were at my fingertips, I ate up everything I could. I loved it. I wanted to hear everyone's ghost story. It was nearly an obsession.
Why was I so very interested in the spirit world? While not every person has an obsession such as mine, many people are greatly interested in the spirit world. Some of my skeptic friends still love a good ghost story and will watch my horror movies with me. Humans have always been interested in a spiritual world and every culture reflects this fascination.
Many cultures used ghost stories to scare children. The fairy tales of today began as frightening tales of monsters designed to help children behave. The Seneca Indian tribe conjured a ghostly being with only a head who eats children. It was designed to keep kids in their beds at night.
Children especially have a fascination with ghosts. No matter how scary the story becomes, kids beg for campfire ghost stories again and again. The repeated story is predictable but thrilling. The story is tense and frightening, but the accompanying high is worth the fright.
Humans gain a rush of adrenaline when they're scared. Hearing a good ghost story brings on this rush - it's like a natural high. Kids go to bed at night with the covers pulled tight over their heads, but they come back for more the next night.
We love being scared. We love hearing stories of ghosts, true or not. We love to feel the rush that comes with the tension of a good story. We love the high we get when we are peeking around corners and wondering at things that go bump in the night.
A Good Ghost Story
Since we love the high of a good ghost story, allow me to share some with you here:
I walked into the restaurant looking for a job that the restaurant had posted online. It was so quaint - it was an old house turned eatery. There were tables in the old sitting room and dining room, and a bar laid across the kitchen. Next to the bar were stairs leading up to what I could only assume were offices. I sat at the bar to wait for someone to talk to me about the job posting. As I waited, I felt someone watching me.
I turned my head and there she was. Sitting on the stairs, she was young - she looked to be in her early twenties. She was wearing a period dress from the turn of the 20th century. I could see right through her.
She looked at me and looked shocked. She stood up immediately and ran up the stairs. She seemed to be very shy and didn't want me looking at her.
Would You Like Another?
I was sleeping in my bed. I was hoping to sleep through the night but that wasn't going to happen. I always sleep with the door shut. Suddenly, the door opened and someone walked into the room. The person who walked in had heavy footsteps, almost like they were wearing boots. They walked across the room and walked out again, shutting the door.
I had my eyes closed the whole time. I thought I was dreaming until it happened again. This time, I ventured to open my eyes. In the dark, I watched the door open. I listened to the footfalls across the room though I could see no one. I watched the door shut again.
This continued five or six times before my newfound friend finally let me rest.
One More For You
I was young and I had young children. My son never slept well so I was up nearly every night with him. He cried as usual one night and I went to attend to him.
As I walked down the hall, a woman appeared before me. She had on a flowing dress and she was covered in a white substance. She wore an apron and didn't seem to see me.
She traveled down the hall between the dining room and kitchen. She did this a few times before she disappeared before my eyes.
Needless to say, I was scared out of my pants. I researched the house the next day and found out it was an old restaurant turned home. My new friend was the owner's wife and she had died in the fire which served to close the business.
She still serves her guests every night. She has no idea there are no more customers and I don't know how to tell her.