True Ghost Stories and Hauntings
True Ghost Stories and Hauntings
Chilling Stories of Poltergeists, Unexplained Phenomenon, and
Haunted Houses
Volume I
Simon B Murik
Published by:
Paranormal Publishing
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Acknowledgements
A special thank you to all those who shared their experiences of the paranormal to make this collection of ghost stories and hauntings possible. Whether you believe in ghosts or are just curious about the other side, we sincerely hope you enjoy reading this book.
Names and places within the stories have been changed to protect the privacy of those who contributed to this book.
Contents
Introduction
Haunted Painting
Welcome to Hollywood
Another Saturday Night
Burning the Midnight Oil
Messages from the Dream State
Dr. Danger’s Park of Amusements
The Playground
Missing My Wife
Music, Lights, Poltergeists
Ava’s Present
Be Careful What You Ask!
The Night Runner
Laughter at Sunset
Additional publications of interest
This unusual collection of true ghost stories and hauntings has been put together by Simon B. Murik who is the son of a long line of mediums and sensitives originally from Eastern Europe. Many of the stories come from his own experiences while others have been contributed by family members and those who have shared their paranormal experiences with him.
If you enjoy ghost stories and reading about paranormal experiences you will love this book. Get ready for a few chills and goosebumps as you read about haunted houses, poltergeists, and other unexplained phenomenon!
Be sure to check out Volumes II and III of True Ghost Stories and Hauntings as well as other offerings from Paranormal Publishing at www.paranormalpublishing.com.
Ilove superstitions. I make my living off of superstitions. America is teeming with haunted mansions that can be bought for a tenth of their actual value. Reselling them is tricky, but the valuable items within the mansions are sold off quite readily and tidy profits are made before I have to worry about what to do with the actual building. This mansion was to be the fifth time I’ve grossly profited off of someone’s ignorance.
The mansion had the standard story behind it. A child died. The parents had a picture of the child made, and eventually they committed suicide after claiming for years that they could hear the child breathing. Or something like that—I wasn’t really listening. Less than $50,000 later and I owned a mansion worth ten times that before factoring in the sales of the valuables within.
I arrived at the property the day after I bought it. Of course, I had sent an inspector before purchasing the mansion, but her job had mostly been to make sure the house hadn’t already been scavenged and burglarized. It had not been. I didn’t know much about the property itself; I had never needed to before. I had demolished the last mansion I’d purchased and given the property over to some people who wanted to plant some endangered species of bush or tree in the area.
Seeing the mansion for the first time, I was nonplussed. It wasn’t nearly as massive as the last one (which was to be expected; this one cost half as much) and I was actually feeling a bit disappointed before I entered through the doors that had once been majestic. The whole of the interior was covered in dust and the lights were out—I’d have to hire a mechanic to fix the lighting if I wanted to find anything of value. I searched a few rooms with my flashlight and found some valuable silverware and china. There was some jewelry in one of the bedrooms along with some preposterously expensive children’s toys. There was one of those famous golden Game Boys, a teddy bear with blue stones (sapphires, probably) sitting on a crib that resembled Cinderella’s chariot, a doll house that probably cost more than my home, and in the kid’s bathroom, I found a gold pacifier studded with diamonds—how would that stop a baby from crying? Obviously the mansion was small because they spent all of their money on their kid—the toddler had her own personal swimming pool attached to her room!
In the master bedroom I finally found the painting. She was a beautiful little girl, with baby clothes that would probably sell for more than the mansion. Her chestnut skin seemed almost silken and her dark, curly hair could have been sold as llama wool (I’d only felt it a few times in my life, but it is the softest of all wools). In all respects she was a perfect child, barely of toddling age. She was laughing in the painting, her underdeveloped teeth stretched wide in a smile. The framing of the painting looked gold, but there was probably a stronger metal underneath. Without the frame, the painting was almost worthless, but after being in the business of selling the valuables of ghosts for six years, I knew several people who would pay a hundred or so for it. This painting was a perfect picture of absolute tragedy, and there were circles where that was truly valuable. Perhaps one day the painting would be worth millions, another sob story that people add value to in order to seem compassionate. The important thing was that the frame would probably make up the cost of the mansion all on its own.
Two months later and I was reasonably certain that there was nothing valuable left in the mansion. It had been cleaned, combed over, searched, been turned inside out, lit up, and had a metal detector run through it (all it had detected were water pipes). I’d sold off most of the objects. The painting was worth less than the cost of shipping it
