It's Halloween time. Let's have some spooky stories, links, or other bits of horror.
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...is that there are still people out there stupid enough to reelect them to office.
Edit to add: My fav movie montagist!
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This is a cute little front door decor from a home in NJ:
A favorite Halloween decoration:
(Hmmm, where did I put that? Really must get it out soon.)
Wish this decoration was mine; photographed it when we climbed a mountain out in Morris County:
and finally, one year we had an early snow. If I recall correctly, it was around Oct. 12, 2011. This is a pic of my pumpkin, which was sitting on a terrace:
Cher
I've driven past this house many times.
"One of the most strongly felt presences is that of a young maid, who in 1915, hung herself off the fourth floor landing, suffering from depression over an ended romance. Earlier in the 20th century, she appeared to a young servant and a butler in the fourth floor hallway. Her presence has been felt strongly by many people throughout the years. She perhaps is one of the entities that climbs the stairs to the fourth floor, to her unseen rope on the landing there. While climbing this staircase, and standing in the hall as well, people during the day have felt a "sense of foreboding," anxiety, and feelings of distress, that could be quite strong, as three newsmen found out one night, when they came to gather information for a series on ghosts. After setting up camp in the big room on the top floor, and armed with two cameras; one regular and one with infra-red aimed at the well-lighted, top of the stairs and fourth floor hall, and a tape recorder, the men each went out to the hall, but scooted back to the room when they were filled with an overwhelming sense of fear. They heard heavy footsteps coming up those stairs. One brave newsman went though the hall to the stairway, and though he saw nothing, he felt a strong presence on the stairs. They left in a hurried manner together down the stairs, feeling nothing was worth staying a night there."
http://www.hauntedhouses.com/states/mn/griggs_mansion.htm
it was not my hand. 
A Knock on the Window
I lay in my bed, restless and alone, on a dark and silent night. I toss and turn in my bed, trying to find a comfortable spot, but I feel uneasy. Something about tonight just didn’t feel right. I toss and turn until I finally find a comfortable position.
I close my eyes, but it doesn’t make a difference, it’s too dark in my room to see a thing anyways. I guess it takes time for my eyes to adjust to darkness. I lay there, still and silent on a dark and dank night. My body is relaxed, my mind is blank, and I’m ready for some much needed rest. Instantly, the silence is shattered and my mind fills with fearful thoughts as my startled eyes flash open.
Knock. Knock.
It’s almost undoubtedly the sound of a fist on glass. But no, it couldn’t be, what would someone’s motivation be to wake someone alone in their home? Think logically. If someone wanted to break in, why would they warn me with a knock? They would just break in, making a loud and obvious noise, or try to be as silent as possible. Why would they knock?
Monsters don’t exist. I could give myself some peace of mind and simply look out the window, but I’m facing the other way and I’m too timid to turn my head, afraid of finding my greatest fears standing outside my window. What could it be though? Maybe a couple of birds flew into my window. No, that’s too unrealistic. Could a group of kids be running around late at night, knocking on windows to get a few laughs? It’s a possibility. Come to think of it, maybe it was my imagination. Maybe I heard the usual creak in the house and my paranoid mind has mistaken it for a knock.
Knock. Knock.
Nope, that definitely wasn’t my imagination. Those damn kids are persistent. They don’t want to quit until they get that reaction. Maybe some sick twisted freak is standing outside waiting for me to look so he can smash through and attack me. No, don’t think that. Don’t get Paranoid. Besides, he’s outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe. Monsters don’t exist. Besides, I haven’t moved yet, hopefully those kids will think I’m a heavy sleeper and leave me alone.
Knock Knock.
No, it can’t be kids. No kid would wait around this long just to get a reaction from one, lonely guy; they’d just get bored and move along. But, what could it be? Why would a serial killer target me, of all people? Think logically. Monsters don’t exist. Don’t get paranoid. They’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe. But if it’s not a monster or some sort of killer, what could it be? Just pretend to be asleep and maybe they’ll go away.
Knock. Knock.
Oh God I can’t think of a noise I hate more than that persistent knock! Please go away! Just leave me alone and let me be! There’s no hope. It’s going to get in here and do sick and horrible things to me. Inhale. Take deep breaths. I can feel my heart pound out of my chest just relax.
Monsters don’t exist. Remember, they’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter I know I’m safe. Repeat that. Don’t let your fear get the best of you. Just pretend to be asleep. Don’t move a muscle.
Knock. Knock.
They’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe. Monsters don’t exist. Just pretend to be asleep and pray it’ll go away.
Knock. Knock.
They’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe. Frightful tears begin to drip down my face. Monsters don’t exist. Monsters DO NOT exist. I begin to whisper to myself, “They’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe. They’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe.”
Knock. Knock.
I CAN’T TAKE IT ANY MORE! I’m gonna go mad listening to these knocks! At least if I see what it is I’ll have peace of mind! Take a deep breath. I repeat to myself, one more time, “They’re outside, I’m inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I’m safe.” I take a few more breaths, my heart pounding as hard as it’s ever pounded at a mile a minute. I slowly turn my head to face the window.
My heart sinks into my chest and I’m too afraid to scream or move. I turned my head to find a pale figure with beady, black eyes staring through me and into my soul as a horrid grin creeps across its face. It was standing inside the whole time, knocking on my window.
Hold me...
With lights flashing and five foggers, scary sounds and music. Some kids will not come up and get their candy.
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When I was in high school I went for a sleepover at a girlfriend's house. She had grown up in an old Victorian in the Noe Valley neighborhood of SF - it was a very pretty house, laid out in a shot gun fashion with one long hall and all rooms coming off that hall.
There were around 7 of us there and we had all set up our sleeping bags in the front room. It was a very fun evening, lots of giggling and general girl chat. At one point I wanted to get a bite to eat and headed down the hall to the back of the house where the kitchen was located. As I passed the door of the smallest of the bedrooms I was hit with an overwhelming sensation that there was something behind that door, something very bad and very dangerous. It scared me so badly that I ran right back to the living room and moved my sleeping bag as far away from that part of the house as I could.
A few days later I was talking with my friend about the sleepover and asked her about that bedroom. She mentioned that they really only used it as storage because no one liked sleeping in there. It had been her bedroom as a little girl for awhile but she had terrible nightmares when she slept in that room so she was moved to another. Later, when her older sister had a baby they attempted to make it into a nursery but the baby cried so incessantly when she was in the room they permanently moved her as well.
To this day I can remember the incredibly nasty feeling I got from that room.
Just found a picture of the house - the small window to the right on the first floor is the room.
