"Would you pick up a lonely female hitchhiker on Halloween?"
It was 1958. Route 66 was in its glory as the primary route from Chicago to Los Angeles. While still in Illinois, shortly after the road passed through Springfield, just outside the small town of McLean, you passed by what...
"Two newlyweds meet for a Halloween picnic and a little extra."
How do you explain to your fiancé that there are dark secrets – even ghosts – in your family history? And that some of those ghosts are not fully relegated to the past.It was a crisp, but not cold, end...
Kevin Mulligan was finally moved into his new house. He bought his new home for a song. There was a lot of talk that his new home was haunted. The sellers had been trying to sell the home for several...
"Brom and Ichabod vie for Katrina's hand and her affection."
Life in the Sleepy Village went on. Katrina spent her days helping Ichabod with school and letting him play with her afterward. His favorite activity was laying her on the table in front of the classroom, crawling up under her skirts, and...
"I woke up to find a ghostly woman masturbating before me"
I awoke with a start when I realized I wasn't alone. The ghost was across the room from me, laying on the bed. I don't know what surprised me most -- that I had finally seen a ghost after so...
"Andy's career on the force never prepared him for this family"
"Congratulations, you have just bought a new house," Cyndi my real estate agent said as she handed me the keys to the house. "Thank you," I smiled. We were inside the house. She stood close to me as I took...
"Emily finds a bit more than she is looking for."
Emily could see the thick, green haze from miles away as it engulfed the town she was travelling to. Old apartment blocks were the only buildings visible as the fog descended on the streets of Sunnydale. She had heard myths...
When I held my mother’s corpse in my arms, I knew I was next. I hadn’t felt much emotion since. I didn’t need to. Just had to work. There was nothing, no point to my life but that. As I...
"Something other than ghosts are creeping in the grave yard."
I lick my fingers and bring them down to my longing pussy. In circular motions I rub my clit as my head tilts back and I moan. Where I was only some what wet before I started, now I'm soaked...
"my ghost story"
This falls under the heading of can't believe it happened, but it truly did. I had returned to my old hometown, a tiny little wide spot in the woods in Indiana, after a few years of running around and discovering...
