Hey there, it’s Spooky Boo coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California – America’s spookiest town. Tonight I have for you three very creepy stories about ghosts and demons. Are these stories real? You be the judge! Let me know what you think.
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Story Number One
Old Man Ernesto
When I was a kid my mother and I lived in a small house with my two brothers and my sister in Mexico. Our dad had been taken by the gangs in Mexico for not paying his gambling bills. We never knew what happened to him. The house was all that my mother could afford with her job at the local butchery. She worked plucking the chickens all day from very early in the morning until the sun went down. In the summers her hours were really long but in the winter she came home around four in the afternoon. The winters were hard because she had to leave so early. The factory didn’t use the lights because it would be too expensive to run the coolers and the lights so when it got dark, they left and didn’t get paid for any extra hours.
Sometimes mom would bring one of us to work with her so the other brother could watch our little sister who was a handful. She was always getting into things. If mom could she would bring all of us to the chicken butchery but our sister was too young and caused too much mischief. My brother and I would alternate staying home and watching her. Mom didn’t trust my twin brother and to be at home together because we were very bad when alone. We didn’t mind because when we went to work with mom we would help out with the cleaning of the factory and get paid for it.
One night mom and Henrico, my brother, were staying at the chicken plant late so I had to feed Sophia and put her to bed. It was in October when the sun goes down earlier. Octobers are always spooky because mom sometimes worked late to prepare for the upcoming holiday and work after dark. It only lasted about two weeks but I hated those long two weeks waiting for her to get home every night.
Next door to our little shack there was an old man who was dying. The family couldn’t pay the medical bills for the special treatment he needed so they were just going to let him die at home. That scared me the most. He was so old and malnourished that you could see his bones through his face. Every bone in his body stuck out and with his hollow cheeks and the black circles under his sagging eyes he looked like a zombie. Back then I didn’t know what a zombie was but he scared the hell out of me.
We could see in his window where he just laid in bed day after day. A woman would bring him soup and some bread, usually trying to soak the bread in the juice so he could eat it. Most of it dribbled down his chin. Then they’d clean him up and he’d just sit there usually staring into our window. I don’t know why he did that. Maybe he enjoyed watching us play. I felt bad for him but he scared me. I couldn’t shut the curtains anyway because we didn’t have any. I just brought my little sister into the other room as there weren’t too many places we could hide in a 2 room shack.
Our bathroom was outside in an outhouse. It was always filthy and smelly. No one ever took care of it but it was far enough away from the house to where the smell didn’t come in. I didn’t like to go at night and would always try to hold it until the morning because it was so dark outside, but that night I couldn’t. I drank a lot of water and had to go both really badly. I waited for Anna to go to sleep and then I ran to the outhouse. While I was sitting there I heard footsteps outside the bathroom. The steps circled around twice then stopped in front of the door. Suddenly,the door shook so hard it rattled the whole building. I was too scared to say anything so I just sat there waiting for them to go away.
When I heard the person start to walk away, I opened the door and saw the old man standing there staring at me. He looked worse than he did before. His eyes were sunken in deeper into his skull. His skin was ash grey, and he seemed skinnier than ever. Every bone was poking out of its socket. He walked toward me, limping on two bony legs while snapping his fingers. They made a clicking sound like two bones being rattled together. As he turned toward me, he started to somehow walk faster.
“Do you have to go?” I said to him in Spanish.
He just stared at me with those dead eyes and then for the first time I heard him speak, “I’m hungry,” he said and then screeched like a crow saying feed meeeee!” I started running toward our shack but I could hear him close behind me with his bones rattling and clicking together. Ashe got surprisingly close, I could smell his rotting flesh and something like rotten sewage. I screamed when I felt his bony hand on my shoulder and tripped over a tree root.
I don’t know how long I was out. The last thing I remember was his face looking down at me and that smell of death coming close, ooze dripping from his skin. Mom shook me awake and half-carried me to the house. I cried as I limped to the bedroom and she brought me some dried pineapple to chew on.
“What happened? she asked in her native tongue.
“The man next door chased me from the bathroom and…and he was dead and smelled bad.”
“Honey, the old man next door died two weeks ago. They buried him already. Are you sure you didn’t trip and pass out?
“No mama, I didn’t I swear I didn’t.”
It was then she grabbed a tissue and wiped some rotting goo from my neck from the same place it dripped from the old man. Cursing in Spanish, she wiped it off my neck then told me to stay away from that old graveyard next to the bathroom.
We never talked about it again.
Story Number 2
Something Dark and Wicked in My Home
Growing up I had an imaginary friend. She was always around and I always spoke to her like she was in the same room with me until one day I was caught talking to her at my best friend’s house. I was sitting at the kitchen table talking to her like I always did then my friend’s mom, Mrs. Freitas, asked me who I was talking to. I told her it was my friend who was sitting at the table with me. Mrs. Freitas then proceeded to tell me that my friend really wasn’t there and that it was just an imaginary friend. I argued and said that she was real. My friend’s mom then said “if she’s real then make her speak.”
I remember wanting to prove to her that I was right so I started talking out of the side of my mouth. They all laughed at me and I went running home crying. My friend still remained and soothed me by talking me to sleep that night. My mom was concerned and I told her I just wasn’t feeling well so I wanted to go to bed and she said OK. That night, after my friend told me a story to help me sleep, she then told me she was going to disappear for a while because if people didn’t want to believe in her then they would think I was crazy if I kept talking about her. I promised her I wouldn’t but I didn’t see her again until many years later.
I had a terrible day at school and came home a little upset. At this point I was around 13 and kids were making fun of me because I had cut my own hair and it really did look awful but back then I thought it was the greatest cut ever done. The kids were so mean about it but I held my pride and tears until I got home and sulked in my bedroom.
As I was sitting in my room looking for something to do I heard her softly speak, “Are you ok, Jenn?
At first I didn’t have a clue what was going on. I had forgotten about her through the years of growing up and when I heard the voice I thought someone had climbed through the window or something. “Who’s there?” I yelled.
“Don’t you remember me, Jenn? I’m your best friend. I told you I’d be back when you needed me. I’ve watched you grow into a teen and I hate to see you cry.”
“You’re not real. You’re just in my head!” I sobbed, waiting for the intrusion to go away. At the time I thought I was crazy and vowed never to speak of this to anyone else because I didn’t want to be labeled a nut and have to take some kind of medication. They put one of my friends on mediation once and she was never the same. I didn’t want that happening to me.
“But I am real. I’ve always been here. Remember when that boy Johnny tripped and fell and everyone laughed at him?”
“Yes. He was making fun of me, like they all do,” I blubbered through tears.
“You were too far away to make him fall but I wasn’t. He just looked like he tripped. I pushed him. I pushed him hard. He made me mad, Jenn.”
I thought back to that day. He made fun of me a lot but I felt really bad about what happened to him. He really did go flying forward and hit his face on a poll knocking out three front teeth, breaking his nose, and maybe an arm when he went down. His parents tried to sue the school but the court called it just an accident and that he tripped over his two feet. There really was nothing there for him to trip on. “You’re just my imagination trying to make me feel better.” I whispered.
“Remember when that girl making fun of you when you were ten year old, laughing with her friends claiming you had started your period and you didn’t have a clue what she was talking about?”
“Yeah, that stupid girl,” the pain they caused stung. Tears flooded my eyes and started streaming down my face. I should have been over all of that by now but the tears kept coming.
“Do you know why she never showed up at school again?” the disembodied voice cooed at me. I felt something touch my hand.
“No. I thought they moved.”
Her parents moved. That day when the bus left she forgot to grab the mail as her parents told her to do every day. If she didn’t bring the mail in they would beat her. That’s why she was so mean to you, but I put her out of her misery, Jenn. When she went to get the mail a big milk truck didn’t see her tripping and falling into the road. She didn’t really trip. I pushed her, just like the other kid. Her parents didn’t want them asking questions so they moved right away.”
“You’re awful! Go away!” I yelled at the voice.
I cried harder and stared at the wall when a shape began to appear before my eyes. Wiping them, thinking it must be an illusion from the tears, I opened them again to find a beautiful motherly woman with glowing green eyes standing before me. “You’re real?”
“Yes, Jenn. I have so many more stories to tell you. So many times I have shielded you or protected you from the monsters inside those other kids. Im your monster, Jenn. And I am much more powerful than they are.”
“I don’t want you, you’re mean!”
The beautiful green eyes turned red and she hissed loud enough to make the walls shake. “I protected you!”
“Jenn, are you ok?” I could hear my mom knocking on my door. “I think we just had an earthquake. Ill go turn on the tv and check.”
I heard my mom’s footsteps walk away and the creature just stood before me with a smile on her once beautiful face. Her stare was now full of malice and her skin wrinkled and old. Not like a person who was growing older, but of someone who had survived past the normal age of a human body. She smiled with two rows of sharp teeth and just then I heard a thud from the other side of the door.
I went running into the other room and found my mother sprawled out on the floor with her right hand grasping the part of her shirt over her chest. She was breathing but couldn’t speak. I called 9-1-1 and told them what had happened sans the evil imaginary friend.
The neighbors stared at the house as the ambulance came and picked up my mom. Flashing red and white lights were everywhere down the street as they brought the calvary of firetrucks, an ambulance, and an extra paramedic truck. When they loaded her into the back of the ambulance, I begged them to take me with them. I didn’t want to stay home alone. Instead, they called my father and a police officer waited with me at the house for him to get home from work.
On the way to the hospital with my dad, I told him everything. He was too upset to laugh at my story. “Jenn, this isn’t the time to tell your crazy stories. Your mom had a heart attack and she needs us to be there for her.”
I sighed and looked out the window and into the side mirror. I could see the shadow of that thing sitting in the backseat behind me. She kicked the seat over and over again like a little kid would and I remember how she did it when I was young. My parents always blamed me for it just like my dad did right then.
“Jenn, I don’t know how you’re making that seat move, but would you just stop please?”
“I’m not doing it, Dad. That woman is. Look at me!”I started crying and he just told me to stop making it all about me and when we got to the hospital he didn’t want to hear anything about that woman. He also said that grandma would be picking me up so I could go home and rest.
When grandma got there I begged her to take me back to her house instead of home and she agreed. I thought maybe that mean green-eyed witch wouldn’t show up at grandma’s house but I was wrong. There she was, waiting for me in all her evil glory.
“Hello Nancy,” Grandma said as we walked into the living room of her home.
The green-eyed demon smiled and responded, “Hello, Beatrice. I see you’ve brought my little darling home with you.”
“Y…You know her?” I stammered.
Grandma looked at me with serious eyes. Her hands trembled as she took mine into her own. “You can see her, dear? You can see Nancy?”
“She’s mean, Grandma. She’s the one who made my friends trip and fall. I think she hurt Mom!”
“Nancy! Come here now!” Grandma yelled out into the air.
“Yes, Mistress?” the green-eyed demon now hovered a few feet in front of us, looking down at the ground. Its voice slowly changed into a male voice or something in between.
“Did you hurt my daughter or other kids?”
“Yes, Mistress,” the demon responded.
“I summoned you to protect my granddaughter, not to hurt people!” Grandma pointed her finger at the demonic slave as it cowered and shook.
“I am sorry, Mistress. That is how I protect others.”
“All of these years, grandma? All of these years my invisible friend has been a demon? People thought I was crazy! I thought I was crazy!”
“I did not mean to…” the demon started to respond but my grandmother interrupted.
“I did not tell you that you can speak! Quiet!” Grandma waved a hand over the creature and it fell into a bowing position, crouching down on all fours.
“I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t know that it was treating you in such a way. I will banish it for all eternity if you prefer.”
The creature looked up at me with big, tearful eyes. It looked like it was sorry, truly sorry and wanted to live. “I don’t know, Grandma. That seems kind of mean.”
“Do you promise to obey my granddaughter for all eternity and to make her happy in this realm, never hurting or killing anyone?”
I heard a small grumble of annoyance coming from the demon’s mouth and then, “Yes, Ma’am.”
“If you do not obey, she has the power to send you back to the hell you came from or banish you from existence completely. Do you understand me, worm?”
It looked up only to briefly answer and then quickly down again, disappointment filling its eyes. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“I don’t know how to do that, Grandma,” I whispered in her ear.
“It’s ok, dear. There’s a lot your mother didn’t tell you and from now on, you will learn about the craft. Now let’s have some cinnamon tea and say a prayer for your mother.”
We got up and left “Nancy” kneeling in its place for the rest of the night while she taught me the ways of the witches.
Story Number Three
Ghosts in the Security Cam
My mom is really paranoid. She always has been ever since that man walked into her house when she was a teen. I guess that is good for our protection because she has security cams all over the property. Don’t worry, when she was a teen and the man walked into her house he didn’t hurt her, he just spooked her a bit. Still, it was scary enough to put up security cameras and locks around the house to keep all strangers and weirdos out.
It’s a modern system, one that we all have access to over our cell phones. I wasn’t allowed to have a phone until I turned 16 but now that Im 18 I’ve had it for a couple of years. I’ve always wondered why the app pings me when there is nothing there but now I think I know why. They recently put an upgrade on the cameras that enhanced the night vision. I always thought before that I might be missing animals like possums and raccoons that mess with the tools or patio furniture, but now I know it isn’t the creatures at all. There are ghosts all around our property.
The first time I saw them I thought it was a shadow in the camera of a person walking through the yard but when I looked through the window there was obviously no one there yet I could still see the shadow walking. After the years went by and the camera software became more enhanced, the shadows became actual figures. That last ones I could see the eyes, or at least the place where the night vision shows reflections like in the eyes of dogs or cats. When humans are in the camera you can’t see the eyes like you can with animals because they don’t reflect the light as the animals do. These things did and that is how I knew they weren’t humans coming to rob us or anyone playing tricks on us.
The animals were never around when these things came out. Sometimes I’d see a possum, cat, or raccoon come by searching for food. One day I even noticed a cute little pug dog on the loose, but never at the same time the ghosts were around. I’ve even seen them scatter minutes before the spectres were floating around our yard and I can see why. There is always a hum or vibration minutes before they appear. The hum gets really loud when they get close to the camera.
I’ve tried showing them to mom but when I see them it’s always late while she’s sleeping and she refuses to wake up during that time. It’s almost like there is a spell cast upon her. When they’re gone, she wakes up and asks me why I was bugging her in her sleep but I doesn’t believe me when I tell her. I’ve even tried capturing them on a recording but when I download the capture they’re never on it. There’s a lot of static and noise in the background but never the shapes. She says it’s just a bug and if there really was a person or an animal that wed see it. She just doesn’t get it! If I could just wake her up when it happens she’d believe me!
Recently they’ve started talking in the videos. At first it was just coming out like garbled static but now I think I know what they’re saying. It sounds like “Come with us, Cassie.” I swear it does. Again, on the recording the sound doesn’t capture and sounds just like static.
I’ve tried bringing friends over to see the things in the cam but they too fall asleep like Mom does. Well, all but one. I had to sneak him into the house because Mom doesn’t let boys stay over. He and I stayed awake all night watching the cams and around 3:00 A.M. the loud vibration sound started and my friend felt this electronic shock in his head then he passed out. I got into so much trouble having a boy over when mom found out. I had to tell her because we called his parents. He couldn’t get in trouble though because he is still in a coma. The doctors said it was probably something viral he had because there was no proof of any electric shock. They all thought I was crazy for saying it.
I don’t invite friends over to hear it anymore. I just watch. They’re getting braver approaching me at night, coming closer to the camera. I feel they are watching me, too. I put one of the cameras in the house in my room and so far I haven’t seen them inside but like right now as I watch both the outside and the camera inside as I write this, I can hear the vibrations. Wait, I hear one on my bedroom cam…there it is! It’s coming closer and closer. Oh my God! Noooooo!
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That’s all for tonight.
I’ll see you in your nightmares.
