CLOSED: $500 LCB October Contest: Halloween 2020

We're celebrating Halloween, but we are not going to be doing any trick or treating this October. 

Instead, you will start the party by sharing scary stories and we will patiently wait for the best of the bunch with our $500 celebration basket. 

Post a spooky story, video, photo or anything else you can find. It doesn't have to be yours, but it does have to be good enough to qualify for the following prizes:

1st - $100

2nd - $75

3rd - $60

4th - $50

5th - $45

6th - $40

7th – $30

8th – 10th FREE Video Poker Apps

Rules:

Must be 21 years or older to qualify.
Must be a member no later than September 6, 2020.
One post only per day.
One prize only per member. Once you win, you can no longer take part in the contest and post answers.
Prize money is in LCB chips and can only be used to purchase merchandise in our store.
LCB reserves the right to void the contest at any time.
Contest ends October 31, 2020.

Good luck!

Top 10 Ghost Videos of 2019, 30 minutes long, from least to horrific (Double clicking helps with the format)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nt7ic6JJNZ4

Thanks Sylvanas! This contest should be real fun

I am submitting a digital halloween design that I created to share.

I have attached the digital version. Hope you like it!

GOOD LUCK TO ALL!

2Late4Me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFWtQTqzH7A

15 years ago, this photo was printed in Nepalese National Newspaper under the topic -Kichkandi( lady ghost with feet opposite) found in a place named Nagarkot(a hill station). According to news, the guy who shot this pic died. This news was so horrific and terrible. Lots of people believed. I was only 11 years at that time. I remember still.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/3q8yei/the_brothel_creep/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

This is a true story I recanted on the Letsnotmeet subreddit 4-5 years ago.

unfortunately such stories aren't rare in such lines of work. glad I've moved onwards and upwards since 

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The Haunted Doll

When you think of haunted dolls, it’s likely the creepy old Victorian-looking porcelain kind that springs to mind. None of which you probably have laying around. Still, don’t get too comfortable around any kids toys too soon, though: a Disney’s Frozen Elsa doll that was gifted for Christmas 2013 in the Houston area made headlines earlier this year when it seemingly became haunted.

The doll recited phrases from the movie Frozen and sang “Let It Go” when a button on its necklace was pressed.
“For two years it did that in English,” mother Emily Madonia said. “In 2015, it started doing it alternating between Spanish and English. There wasn’t a button that changed these, it was just random."
The family has owned the doll for more than six years and never changed its batteries. The mother says the doll would randomly begin to speak and sing even with its switch turned off.
The family decided to throw the creepy doll out in December of 2019. Weeks later, they found it inside a bench in their living room. “The kids insisted they didn’t put it there, and I believed them because they wouldn’t have dug through the garbage outside,” Madonia told KPRC2 Houston News. At that point, Elsa ceased to sing the English rendition of “Let It Go” altogether, speaking only Spanish when pressed. The family then double-bagged the bizarre doll and placed it at the bottom of their garbage which was taken out on garbage day. They went on a trip shortly after, but when they returned, Elsa too had come back, and was waiting in the backyard of their home.

This time, the family mailed Elsa to a family friend in Minnesota, who stapped the haunted doll to the front bumper of his truck. It doesn’t seem to have made its way back to Houston yet, as per Madonia’s latest February Facebook update on the creepy doll.

Here is another halloween digital poster I designed to share. You may also share it with others if you would like to.

It displays a moon with moving dark clouds, a flying with, and several bats. The best part is, the large werewolf image overlapping the moon, with a werewolf howl in the background. The post will include a picture copy and a digital link.

Thank you for viewing, and GOOD LUCK!

2Late4Me

My parents used to be friends with Ed and Loraine Warren back in Connecticut. I didn't realize how cool it was until I got older and regret not going to see Annabelle and all the stuff.

There are some frightening creatures in the oceans: this one was one of them and I don't want to know how it looks alive.

I love watching spooky videos on youtube, fake or not I find this video terrifying.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hfp-tcfMOdU

This is a true photograph of the mummified body of a sailor, which was found in his drifting yacht by Filipino fishermen.

The most frightening thing to visit in Paris: the catacombs, 2km tunnel, 6 million corpses...

Great posts so far! :)

I'd like to encourage members who prefer lurking in the shadows but fulfill the contest requirements to go ahead and take a shot at one of the prizes.

You never know what can happen. Maybe you win something nice. Join the competition! It'll be fun 

This is a short scary story that I experienced for several years during my childhood, and not only on Halloween.

I have titled it as, "The House on Westheimer Road", and symbolized a picture and short digital of the daily event.

My mother would always take me to work with her, which was at least 5 days a week. The drive included a long stretch of Westheimer Road. The entire area of the road were elite and modern built surrounding properties. All but this one vacant house, that stood for many years up into my teenage years. I was not a supersticious or scary child, but this house always haunted me, as I believed it to be a real haunted house belonging to a witch. I never expressed my fears to my mother, nor discussed it with her.

I can clearly visualize it to this day. Even without my mother, I was always curious and would find a reason to drive to the location to see if the house was still there, and it was. When I became an adult, and moved out on my own, I moved to the general area, which was 20 years later. The house was still standing. Of course the paint and wood planks were falling, But the house had not been moved or lived in. It was then, my fears of it being a haunted house, went away, because I never believed in ghost or imagined horror.

Thank you for viewing my post. And good luck to all!

2Late4Me

https://youtu.be/GTHXTaud7pA

Victim of the beast O.o

Koala is not always the sweetest animal on earth and can be creepy as werewolf, especially when it's wet and angry

The Haunted Strip Club

I got a job working as a cocktail server at a strip club, which was a good choice for me at the time as the club was very fun, kind of metal punk vibe, and also very popular with lesbians, and since I was going through the process of coming out as bisexual, and was in a very radical, "fuck corporate society fuck men lets take their money" phase. I'm not one of those people who thinks stripping is super empowering but it was a good fit at the time. Also while I was there after about 6 weeks I would often have terrible, suffocating feelings, almost about to have panic attacks, and terrible migraines while working in the club. I would often feel panicked and scarred but I chalked it up to a stressful job in a strange environment. I never had these feelings anywhere else around this time.

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. 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. This room gave me the worst, suffocating, panic inducing vibes of all, and I had no explanation for it.

So I would often be at work until 4 am or later, since I didn't have a car, public transportation wasn't running, and it was in kind of a sketchy neighborhood I would wait until one of the dancers was done for the night and she would drop me off at home, this was often after my own shift ended. When I first started working I would spend that extra time trying to do side work, clean and straighten up like a good employee, but after awhile I would often just hang out in the back room studying, since I was also in grad school at the time. Until when I started completely freaking out in the back room, and when I would leave to go sit up at the bar or in the dancer's dressing room, the feeling would mostly go away.

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. 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.

So one night after closing I was carrying a box of extra glasses into the back room, and I heard the most terrifying sound of my life. 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. I dropped the box, screamed and ran out to the floor. The bartender said he had heard a noise as well, but not as loud as me and without the vibrating floor walls, and started checking the sound system telling me some of the music equipment had probably just started fucking up. 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.

Twice when I walked into the back room the light would flicker off, and would be replaced with a red glow, like someone had put in a red light bulb. Both times that happened I ran out, got the bartender, they would check and the light would be totally dead, not working. 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.

After the noise and red light, I would never go to the back room, even when I should have been cleaning it. One time I was standing in the hall between the dancers room and the back room, half halfheartedly sweeping the floor and staring into the back room. 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. I threw the broom, screamed as loud as I could, and ran to the bar. I was convinced one of the dancers had hung herself in that room, I could see it so clearly in my mind. Of course when we went back nothing was there. 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. 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.

Around all this happening I felt I was losing my mind. I was having panic attacks, migraines, sleeping with my lights on, was terrified of my shadow and carried pepper spray everywhere I went. 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.

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. This was near Halloween so the club had kind of gone all out and had goofy decorations and costumes. I usually dressed in all black anyway, and I tried not to wear anything too "sexy" or "distracting" so costumers would mostly leave me alone and concentrate on the dancers, so this day I just wore a black skirt and tee shirt but had my face painted like a Dia de los Muertes sugar skull. It was mostly white, with jewels, and it was fucking rad. Since I was so freaked out all the time at the club I started asking if I could leave around midnight, and would catch the last bus, but this night my friends were meeting me to drink at the club after my shift. I was near the end of my shift, and was taking off my apron in the dressing room and leaned over the dancer's mirror to check my makeup, and that is the last thing I remember. Until I was being shaken awake by one of the bouncers with a friend and my girlfriend by my side, I was in the haunted back room laying on the couch, and my face paint was completely smeared all over my face, they said I had disappeared for about 45 minutes until they went looking for me, and found me asleep, and had been trying to shake me awake for almost 2 minutes. I was completely hysterical, had no idea what had happened. My clothes weren't disturbed, my tip money was still in my apron, and there's almost no way anyone had been back there all night. I was almost afraid I had been drugged, but right after this event I went to the doctor, (no health insurance so this was a BIG deal to me), and got checked out and had them give me an MRI since I was afraid I was had a brain tumor or something that made me lose my mind. They suggested I speak to a psychologist. After that night I had to quit the job and never went back. Besides those horrible events I loved working there and made a lot of friends, but I absolutely lost my mind. And once I left I never felt any of those feelings or saw anything like that ever again.

Major General Horatio Robley, seated with his collection of severed heads

I need  a  horror  movie  about  this 

Yes, an horror movie called "Wet koala VS bald baboon" would be pretty good:

It would beGREAT! ! !

No freaky animals today but a real scary story that happened in France and which is known as "La séquestrée de Poitiers" ("The Confined Woman of Poitiers"):

Blanche Monnier was a French woman from a well-respected and conservative bourgeoisie family in Poitiers of old noble origins. She was renowned for her physical beauty and attracted many potential suitors for marriage. In 1874, at the age of 25, she wanted to marry an older lawyer who was not to her mother Louise's liking; she argued that her daughter could not marry a "penniless lawyer". Her disapproving mother, angered by her daughter's defiance, locked her in a tiny and dark room in the attic of their home, where she kept her secluded for 25 years. 

On 23 May 1901, the "Paris Attorney General" received an anonymous letter that revealed the incarceration: "I have the honor to inform you of an exceptionally serious occurrence. I speak of a spinster who is locked up in Madame Monnier's house, half-starved and living on a putrid litter for the past twenty-five years – in a word, in her own filth."

When she was rescued by police, Blanche Monnier was weighing barely 25 kilograms. One policeman described the state of Blanche and her bed thus: "The unfortunate woman was lying completely naked on a rotten straw mattress. All around her was formed a sort of crust made from excrement, fragments of meat, vegetables, fish, and rotten bread... We also saw oyster shells, and bugs running across Mademoiselle Monnier's bed. The air was so unbreathable, the odor given off by the room was so rank, that it was impossible for us to stay any longer to proceed with our investigation." This is the picture that was published in the french newspapers:

After she was released from the room, Blanche Monnier continued to suffer from mental health problems. She was diagnosed with various disorders, including anorexia nervosa, schizophrenia, exhibitionism, and coprophilia. This soon led to her admission to a psychiatric hospital in Blois, France, where she died in 1913.

Scary  and sad.

I would like to share the history on Goblins, and also, include my version of Goblins today.

MY VERSION TODAY:

Digital Link below:

Thank you for viewing.!

2Late4Me

"Saturn Devouring One of His Children" is one of the most famous painting of Francisco Goya and the most frightening too.

Great content thus far, thanks to everyone who is posting. My entry includes 15 scary Halloween Stories, via Youtube. Some of them are really good so watch and listen! :-)

https://youtu.be/t7dnpP1zxvE

Ohhhhh!!! Scarrry!

Goblins are well known but do you know its underwater alter ego: goblin shark

Human can go to anything about their survival.

This disturbing photo shows that these two person selling the human meat.

In 1920s when there was a famine in Russia this photo was taken. These two are husbands and wife and they are selling the meat of their kids. Which they killed just to sell the meat and eat something instead.

Life sometimes can be so cruel? Isn’t it?

 This is a sadder photo than creepy one.

German killed the Jews in gas chambers.

The pictures from these concentration camp could be the scariest pictures in the world. These line can clearly shows the pain of helpless people fighting for their life.

Here's 5 scary videos scary one's for you!!!

https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=scary+videos&docid=608045108873266901&mid=56400E842DA3C7D2E10E56400E842DA3C7D2E10E&view=detail&FORM=VIRE

This creepy clown image scared the living daylights out of me while browsing through Halloween imagery

The Lady in the Veil

He had not expected to meet the woman of his dreams, but there she was strolling along in the moonlight beside the cemetery. Carlos quickened his pace until he was level with her, hoping for a glimpse of her face under her veil.

Carlos made a few remarks about the beautiful night and the lovely weather—anything to keep her talking. She stopped abruptly and turned to face him. He caught a glimpse of dark eyes glinting behind the veil.  

“What is it you want?” she asked.

“A date, Señorita. Just a date.” Carlos beamed at her.

She paused and said, “I do not know. Ask me again in this place at this time tomorrow night, and we shall see.”

Carlos’s heart leapt in his chest. So she was playing hard to get? Well, fair enough. He would see her tomorrow, and then she would fall into his arms!

The next day dragged by for the infatuated Carlos, and he had trouble concentrating on his work. But at last he was free and running the few blocks to his home to change into a suitable outfit.

He could barely contain himself, and he reached the cemetery a few minutes early. She was not there yet, so Carlos entertained himself by picturing his beautiful bride in their new home. Suddenly she was there in front of him, the moonlight sparkled off her veil. Carlos was enchanted.

They talked for hours, standing in front of the graveyard. She was as witty as she was beautiful, and Carlos begged her for a date.

“We will go out tomorrow night,” she said. “I will send you a letter with the place and time.” Carlos kissed her hand and floated away, so happy he wanted to sing for joy.

Carlos was absolutely useless at work the next day. After work, he rushed home and found a letter in his mailbox. Eagerly he read it, not pausing to wonder how she knew where he lived. Then he ran next door to show it to Diego, his closest cousin.

Diego went pale when he read her signature, Rosa Gonzale. This must be the same Rosa that died in a car crash last year. Diego tried to warn Carlos, but Carlos was already in love.

That night as Carlos hurried to the cemetery Diego followed, certain that his cousin was in over his head. Carlos bounded over to Rosa. “At last, we go out!” he cried to her. “But first, my love, show me your face!”

At his words, Rosa pulled aside the veil. Back at the gate, Diego gave a gasp of shock, for she had the desiccated face of a skeleton. He was frozen to the spot by the power of the evil specter, unable to warn Carlos. Looking down, Carlos only saw the glamour the ghost was projecting. As the skeleton’s withered arms trapped him, the veil on his eyes was lifted and he realized in one heart-stopping moment the abomination he was kissing. The ground opened up, and with a laugh of triumph, the specter pulled him down and down into her tomb. The earth closed over Carlos and Rosa.

Diego, freed from the ghost’s spell, ran into the cemetery, shouting his cousin’s name in terror. But it was too late. Carlos was dead—locked for all time in Rosa’s arms.

Well here is my real story that happens every night very near  to where I live, every night you hear howls of dogs that cry mysteriously after 1 in the morning or after midnight the howls are very long, the other week I had the opportunity to record with my cell phone what was heard throughout the street now I insert the link so that you can listen to the recording that I manage to capture, * caution * listen carefully to the audio and I hope you like my personal and mysterious story. (to listen to the audio it is preferable to listen to it with headphones because it is recorded at a distance and far away but with headphones it is heard very well)

listen!

This guy was one of my greatest fears when I was little. I dreaded anything colored red. Something about clowns creeps me out. Ugh! 

Let's Dance

What would be halloween without bats? This lovely one is called Griffin's Leaf-Nosed Bat (Hipposideros griffini)

Axe Murder Hallow

Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” said Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
“The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound. Bump. Bump. Bump. It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer. Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Ned. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
“Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.

One Wicked Nasty Scary Witch!!!

These photos were taken by me. Although it wasnt scary at the time. Myself and a friend went to the school around the corner to take some pictures because the neighborhood kids were coming back with some wild ones themselves. 

We stood outside and snapped some pictures late one night but didnt see or experience anything while we were out. It wasnt until we got back that we noticed in some pictures what looks to be a little girl standing in the window looking back at us, a closer look and it would appear to be another child standing right behind her.

One week that is Hallowen's day and that we must be at home due to the covid pandemic, I bring you this super story to forget the problems a bit, as you know, my country Mexico is a country of many traditions and beliefs related to the dead, legends and many things that are still valid today
In Mexico City there is a place called the wax museum, in this place are the most important figures of artists, singers, actors, in short, Mexican figures who have spread worldwide but it happened that one of the Mexican figures there is one in special That captivated all of Mexico since it is that of a Mexican wrestler called Santo "el enmascarado de plata" This Mexican wrestler was very famous until today in the twentieth century he was even a figure in national cinema in my country, some visitors record the figures Wax like anyone who visits and can record with their cell phone because it turns out that when they reach the figure of SANTO, he moves his eyes, the moment was captured and it was widely commented throughout the country, check it out!... happy hallowen muahhh !!

https://youtu.be/sfNzk0UjfdI

This scary photo is a grose Vegan Skull created with a variety of vegatables. Great for a Halloween Vegan Dinner Display.

Vegan or not, I would not be able to eat or even sit at the dinner table. It looks like it is actually alive, or will come to life.

Thank you for your views.

2Late4Me

Don't Turn on the Lights

She commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm as soon as she realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s final exam. Her roommate, Jenna, liked to get to bed early, so she packed up everything she thought she would need and went downstairs to study . . . and study . . . and study some more.It was two o’clock, when she realized that she’d left one of the textbooks upstairs on her bed. With a dramatic sigh, she rose, and climbed the stairs slowly to her third-floor dorm room.
The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached her room and turned the handle as softly as she could, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall lights wouldn’t wake her roommate.

The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her.  It was a mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her.

 She could hear Jenna breathing on the far side of the room—a heavy sound, almost as if she had been running. Jenna must have picked up a cold during the last tense week before finals.

She crept along the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers for the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a steady drip-drip-drip sound. She sighed silently. Facilities would have to come to fix the sink in the bathroom…again.

 Her fingers closed on the textbook. She picked it up softly and withdrew from the room as silently as she could.

Relieved to be out of the room, she hurried back downstairs, collapsed into an overstuffed chair and studied until six o’clock.  She finally decided that enough was enough. If she slipped upstairs now, she could get a couple hours’ sleep before her nine o’clock exam.

The first of the sun’s rays were beaming through the windows as she slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awaken Jenna. Her nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before her eyes registered the scene in her dorm room. Jenna was spread-eagled on top of her bed against the far wall, her throat cut from ear to ear and her nightdress stained with blood. Two drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip noise that sounded like a leaky faucet.

Scream after scream poured from her mouth, but she couldn’t stop herself any more than she could cease wringing her hands. All along the hallway, doors slammed and footsteps came running down the passage.

Within moments other students had gathered in her doorway, and one of her friends gripped her arm with a shaking hand and pointed a trembling finger toward the wall. Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. Then she fainted into her friend’s arms.

On the wall above her bed, written in her roommate’s blood, were the words: “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”

Crescent Hotel – Eureka Springs, Arkansas

The Crescent Hotel is considered to be America’s most haunted hotel, based on the story of Norman Baker, a medical fraud who bought the hotel and turned it into a hospital to treat patients after he claimed to have had the cure to cancer. When his patients died under his care, he buried their bodies in the basement as a makeshift morgue.

The spirit of every patient he killed still roams the halls of this haunted hotel to this day. In fact, paranormal investigators from the Ghost Adventures show went to the basement morgue and witnessed something–or someone–move. One hotel manager claimed that “he had discovered a portal to the ‘other side’ for those who are on the same ‘frequency’.” Another manager who ran the nightly ghost tours said that the guests would grow faint and pass out in the same exact location. Upon investigation, this spot was where the portal was located, which was also directly above the basement morgue.

Maybe this isn't traditionally creepy in a Halloween sense. It's not ghosts and goblins but I think the time traveler's story sounds a little too close to our world in 2020. That makes me shiver. :P (New world order, the US infrastructure had vanished and China and Russia took over, the world's population had declined significantly) COVID-19! YIKES!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofaB4ynx_Y4

best ;)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_etsAX53Ys

Enchanted

I roam alone in the woods, listening to the enchanted children's voices calling to me. "Little girl, come and play," they sing over and over in my ears. Sometimes I hear them from the window of my room. They giggle and whisper words that I cannot make out. They sound like so much fun that I run outside my house as fast as I can to try to catch them. I plunge into the woods, calling back to the children, but no one answers. So I stand still as a mouse, trying to hear where they are hiding.

I find it odd that no one else can hear the children. I tell my mother about the game of hide-and-seek that they play with me, but I know she doesn't believe me. She just ruffles my hair and chuckles about my bright imagination. Papa can't hear them because he is too busy reading the paper and going to work. He says I will grow up to be a writer.

One morning, I hear the enchanted children calling to me from my porch. "Sara, come out and play." I finish my breakfast so fast that the milk spills from my cereal bowl and run outside with my blue smock still dripping wet.

"Where are you?" I call as I run into the woods. I can hear them giggling, and footsteps scampering first here, then there. I laugh aloud and follow them up hill and then down. Only my foot slips in the damp leaves and I slide too fast, too fast. I fall backward, wind-milling my arms. Then a terrible pain shoots through my head and is strikes against a rock. I see a blinding light, and then nothing. I hear my name called from very far away: "Sara, Sara!" I open my eyes and sit up, rubbing my hair.

Something isn't right, but I cannot tell at first what it is. Then I look at my hand, and realize I can see the ground right through it. That's strange, I think, standing up and brushing dead leaves from my blue smock. I look around to see who was calling my name, but I see no one in the woods with me. I notice that the trees look taller than I remember them, and the pathway is overgrown with weeds.

I make my way home slowly, hoping Mother can explain to me why I can see through my hands; why the trees are so tall. But someone else is staying at my house. Mother and Papa must have gone away on vacation. I climb up into my favorite tree to wait for their return.

After a few minutes, a lady comes outside and calls up to me. She is dressed strangely in a man's long pants and a rough work shirt. I feel shy, so I pretend to be invisible. I see the lady blink a few times and rub at her eyes, as if she can no longer see me. She goes back into the house, muttering to herself and pours herself a cup of water.

Then I hear the enchanted children calling out to me again from the woods. I slid out of the branches of the tree and run to answer them. At least they haven't changed. I can see the children clearly now, as they play hide and seek in the woods. I join their games, laughing sometimes when one of the boys tweaks me on the ear or when one of the girls compliments me on my dress and blue smock. This is fun!

But sometimes the enchanted children go away to another place, a place I can't follow. When they vanish, I wander back to my house, wondering when Mother and Papa will come home. Or I play in the alley by the woods, though I don't like it when strangers try to talk to me.

One day when the children go away, I follow my nose to the door of a pretty lady who is baking cookies. I peek into the kitchen window and smile at her. How I want one of those cookies! The lady looks out the window and sees me. She smiles and then comes to the front door. I know she is going to offer me a cookie, so I scamper to the door and wait eagerly for it to open. When it does, I grin at the pretty lady, but she looks right through me, a puzzled frown on her face. Maybe she is blind, I think and so I say politely: "May I come in?" right into her ear. The lady gives a start, backs hastily inside the house and shuts the door in my face. No cookies for me then. I sigh and go back into the woods to wait for the enchanted children.

When the children come to the woods, I am happy again and we play for days and days. We sing and we dance and the boys play tricks and we climb all the trees and fall out of them. But they only come during the day. The nights are lonely, and sometimes I wait for hours and hours during the day before they come. I like to go to the pretty lady's house and sit on the half-wall while I wait. Maybe one day she will offer me a cookie. The lady's grown-up daughter passes me sometimes on her way in and out of the house. Once the daughter asked me where I lived, but I was too shy to speak to her. The daughter put some pretty metal cats near the wall where I like to sit. I play with them when I feel lonely and no one else is around.

It is beautiful here in the woods, and I like playing with the enchanted children. But often I wish Mother and Papa would come home. I miss them so much. But they never do.

There are several versions of the story of The White Lady. it was reportedly seen both in Europe and America. this is one of the many stories featuring her. consider this story since it is told by a doctor. a person who is a priori rather realistic and has his feet firmly on the ground. The testimony dates from 1977.
After a long day of work, the doctor comes home one evening in the pouring rain. He sees by the side of the road a young woman dressed in white. He stops and offers to take her home. She accepts and after indicating her address she does not say a word. she remains very silent until they pass over the Pont-du-Furet. At this moment, she appears agitated and frightened. when they reach their destination, the doctor lends her her umbrella and waits for her to bring it back to him.
Not seeing her return, he rings the bell. a couple opens the door to him, he then tells his story and describes the girl. the couple, obviously very moved, tell him that it is their only daughter who died on a motorbike in Pont-du-Furet years earlier.

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