If there's one thing I love, it's a good ghost story, and this time of year really brings that out in me. There's something so thrilling about having the crap scared out of you, whether you know it's real or not.
I love movies like The Others or The Ring...the kind of movies that send chills up your spine and make it a little difficult to fall asleep at night. But while those movies are great, they're not nearly as great as making contact in real life with "the other side."
In honor of Halloween, I'm going to share some of my favorite ghost stories with you, and I hope you'll share your own, too!
2001, New York City, Pre-War Apartment
My husband is kind of a chicken when it comes to "making contact" so one night while he was at work, I had my friend over to play with me and my Ouija Board. We lit some candles, "crossed" the board, and then lightly touched our fingers to the pointer thingy (and yes, that's the technical term for it.) It wasn't long before we made contact with a little boy. We asked him questions like, "Did you live here?" "How old are you?"...nothing very interesting. But when we asked about his parents, it was pretty much the end of the evening. He wouldn't say anything except "Mama" the rest of the night. It broke my heart, and both my friend and I ended up in tears. And no, I did not sleep for a week!
2006, Columbus, GA
My hubby and I landed a gig at the Springer Opera House performing as Aldonza and Sancho in Man of La Mancha. It was a couple hours from home, so they put us up in their actor housing, which was in the theater -- a 30,000 square foot facility that is a well-known and well-documented haunted facility. And after 7pm most nights, we were the only ones in the entire place. As you can probably imagine, we had trouble sleeping the first few nights, wondering if ghosts were going to mess with us while we were in dreamland. But they didn't. Ever. Other than a few random cold spots throughout the theater, nothing ever really happened. The ghost stories there really belong to the costumer...
However, we did pile into a car with some friends and head over to the famous Cry Baby Bridge. Legend has it that a woman drowned her children in the river under this bridge, and if you sit on the bridge and listen, you can hear a baby crying. Or if you put dirt on the bumper, you'll see baby finger prints. Some people even report having seen the woman herself walking down the long, dirt road in the dark.
So did anything happen to us that night? Well, we sat on the bridge, car turned off and windows down, for a good 20 minutes, but we never heard anything. We got out of the car and mopped off the back bumper, then put fresh dirt on it in hopes of fingerprints. But finally, we gave up and headed back. At the end of the road, we stopped at the corner gas station, and when we got out of the car, VOILA! All the dirt was gone from the bumper, but in its dust, there were three tiny, very defined fingerprints smeared downward, as if the ghost had tried to grab on just as we were driving away. Were we all thoroughly creeped out? You betcha!!
So those are my most interesting ghost stories. What about you? Have you ever made contact with the other side? I love a good ghost story, so feel free to scare the poop out of me in the comments :)