The Halloween Stories

As I remember myself as a child, I loved scary stories. We used  to listen to my grandma or parents who didn't have any problems with telling us family ghost stories. Now the situation has changed a lot. Parents read a lot of psycological guides with the warnings how dangerous it can be to scare the child. Meanwhile there are so much violence freely availible in  the media that even for adults hair stands on end. The world has gone crazy. In my opinion there is nothing wrong to sit together and tell the stories in the atmosphere of safety and sensitivity. 

Having that in mind let me show you some non violent stories just a bit scary ...

 It happened in the times when there were no telephones and to be in touch wasn't so easy.

A young women studying in the capital city decides to come back to her village for All Saints Day. Just getting off the bus, she goes to her grandmother’s house for tea on Halloween evening. They have a wonderful time together, sharing stories, joy and the best times of family. 

The same night when she comes back home, her parents tell her that her grandmother died three days ago and no one could get hold of her to tell her. The funeral of her dearest Granny was yesterday. She can't believe that. She is sure that her Granny was waiting for her to talk once again and say goodbye.

And one more  story:

As usually at Halloween we got dressed up and went from house to house. We were quite sucessful but the evening was ending.

Steve and I divided everything we got justly and gave each of our mates a share.

Sitting and trying our treats, we came up with the idea of checking out the old graveyard.

On our way to the cementery, we bought two candles to put on random graves.

We were getting more and more scared with every step closer to the graveyard gates.

We held hands entering the cementery.

The fog started to fall down and it felt pretty mystical as well as scary.

But we kept on going.

There was that huge tomb that fascinated both of us.

We came closer to it and realized that it must have been over 150 years old.

It looked awesome.

Deep grey stone covered with moss.

Combined with the effect of the fog, it was stunning but also frightful.

We lit up our mobiles torches and admired the tomb.

We even started to feel more comfortable when we heard a silent hiss.

Then a series of whispers.

At first, we thought it must have been the wind but the air was still.

We began to panic.

The hissing and whispering was closer and louder.

We started to squel and run to the graveyard’s gate arm in arm.

There we met a police officer that took care of us.

We promised ourselves never to go there again.