True Ghost Stories and Hauntings
True Ghost Stories and Hauntings
Chilling Stories of Poltergeists, Unexplained Phenomenon, and
Haunted Houses
Volume II
Simon B. Murik
Published by:
Paranormal Publishing
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Copyright © 2016 by Simon Murik and Paranormal Publishing. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
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
The Old Gray Church
Alone on Alpha Base 6
The Wrath of Rover
Difficult Patients
My Wife … Again
Sorority Sister
Racing the Ghost
On the Run
Ice Skating with a Ghost
Late Night Arcade and the Pinball Wizard
Grandpa’s Watch
In the Hospital
My Uncle’s Hunting Knife
Additional publications of interest
True Ghost Stories and Hauntings, Volume II, is the second in the extremely popular series of books featuring true ghost stories and hauntings which have been collected, reviewed, and edited by Simon B. Murik. Simon 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 I and III of True Ghost Stories and Hauntings as well as other offerings from Paranormal Publishing at www.paranormalpublishing.com.
The cab pulled up to the black iron gate and the driver threw it in park. Beyond the gate the 1,000-year-old Irish church loomed over its infamous cemetery like a stone overlord. The driver bristled. With one hand still on the wheel, he turned to me. “Are you sure you want to stay here, Father? Believe me when I tell you, the stories you’ve heard about the place are true.”
I rubbed my chin and stared through the cab’s window. So much grayness. The church, the sky, the tombstones. I bit my lower lip and nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. This is what I came here for.”
The driver shook his head, popped open the door, and got out. I scooted over and got out, too. It was about fifty degrees out, but the bleakness of everything made it feel chillier. The cabbie had already taken my suitcase out of the trunk and I walked up to him and handed him a fifty.
“Thank you, Father,” he said as he tipped his cap. He then hurried back into the cab and sped off.
I took a deep breath and let it out. I knew the stories the cabbie was talking about and I didn’t take them lightly. I couldn’t.
My mentor, Daniel O’Connor, was one of those stories.
I picked up the suitcase and walked up to the gate. The church’s bloody reputation had made its way Boston long before Daniel had come here to investigate; he’d lasted a week and then died of sudden heart failure while exploring the basement.
And now I was here.
Whether I believed the place was haunted or not.
I pushed open the gate and walked up three stone steps to a path that stretched past the cemetery towards the church. It started to drizzle and I quickened my pace. By the time I reached the twin oak doors of the church it was pouring. I set the suitcase down, knocked, and waited.
A few moments went by before the door creaked open to show a thin, clean-shaven man wearing black slacks and a light blue button-down shirt. He held his hand out. “Father Murphy?”
I smiled and shook it. “Yes. Michael?”
“Yes, very nice to meet you.” He took my suitcase and I followed him into the church.
“How was your flight in from the States?” Michael asked as he led me past a library and down a hallway lined with windows looking out at the cemetery.
“The flight was fine—a little bumpy once we got over the UK,” I said.
Michael nodded, “Yes, things always get a bit choppy at that point.” We walked past a dining room with a long, cherry wood table and then the entrance to what I could see was a kitchen. I looked ahead again and Michael led me to a staircase at the end of the hall.
“So the arrangements are for three days, two nights, correct?” Michael said as he stepped up the first few stairs.
“Yes, two nights. And you’ll be here the entire time?”
“I will be,” Michael said as the staircase winded and a white stone hallway with windows lining the wall came into view. “Except for when I go into town, I’m always here. I inherited the church over ten years ago and we’ve been together ever since.”
Michael reached the top and a couple of seconds later I was up there with him. I chuckled as I looked down the hundred-foot hallway. “Together, huh? You sound like you’re friends with the place.”
Michael’s face tightened a bit and he gazed out a window. “Friends, no. Partners in some way, maybe, but not friends.” He tilted his head towards the hallway. “Come on, your room’s down this way.
I followed him, and when he stopped outside a small bedroom I peered in to see a full-sized bed, an old ivory dresser pressed against the far wall, and a window that overlooked the cemetery. I started to walk in and Michael grabbed my arm.
“You don’t have to actually stay
