True Ghost Stories and Hauntings
True Ghost Stories and Hauntings
Chilling Stories of Poltergeists, Unexplained Phenomenon, and Haunted Houses
Volume III
Simon B Murik
Published by:
Paranormal Publishing
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Copyright © 2016 by Simon Murik and 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
The Angry Librarian
Writer’s Block
The Old Red Barn
The Snow Fort
The Restaurant
Cat Scratch
The Neighbor
The Past That Follows You
Death Tower
The Robber Who Won’t Quit
True Ghost Stories and Hauntings, Volume III, is the third 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 II of True Ghost Stories and Hauntings as well as other offerings from Paranormal Publishing at www.paranormalpublishing.com.
I ran as fast as I could down the marble hallway but my heart sank as the number eight bus shut its doors and rumbled off. I stopped and set my backpack on the white marble floor. Through the school’s glass doors I watched the line of yellow buses ease into traffic and head off into the early evening twilight.
My mom was going to be pissed.
I slid my phone out of my khakis and tapped her number. She picked up on the second ring.
“Hi, Stan. Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine, Mom. I had to stay late in bio class to finish a project and I missed the bus.”
“Stan, I won’t be able to get you for another hour,” she sighed.
“It’s OK. I can just go into the library and do my homework,” I said, gazing at the lockers lined up along the empty hall.
“That sounds good. Be more careful next time, OK?”
“I will, Mom. Sorry.”
“OK, see you in a little while.”
The phone clicked off and I picked up my backpack and started walking past the green metal lockers to the library. I turned right at the end of the hall and was a little surprised to see Alec Hagan leaning against the library’s floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the hall. Alec was an eighth grader and had the rep of being the school’s resident weirdo troublemaker. His eyes widened when he saw me and I felt the back of my neck tense up a bit.
“Library’s closed, kid,” he called out.
I ignored him and kept walking towards it but I noticed that I couldn’t see anyone in there. When I got to the door I pulled at the handle and sure enough, it was locked.
“Told you, dummy. Library’s closed. Ms. Kay got sick and took off early.”
I rubbed the side of my face. This was a real drag. “Why are you here?” I asked.
“Serving out a detention for tossing Jenny Slater’s math book in the big trash bin behind the school last week.”
I nodded. That figured.
Alec’s eyes narrowed and he looked to his left down the wide, empty hall towards the cafeteria and then back at me. “Hey, do you want to see something cool?”
“It’s not the trash bin, is it?” I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets.
“No,” Alec chuckled. He looked around again and took a step towards me. “You ever notice how modern the library is compared to the rest of the school?”
I looked through the glass at the clean, light wood tables framed by the electronic security system you had to walk through to go in and out of the checkout area and the curved, crimson metal bookshelves that looked straight out of a magazine about future living.
“Yeah. I mean I never really thought about it, but yeah, it’s not exactly Gothic style.”
“Exactly.”
“So there was another one here before it?” I asked.
Alec shook his head. “No, there was nothing here before it. It was just open space. No, the real library, the one built when the school was built eighty years ago, is in the basement.”
“You’re kidding me,” I said.
“No, I’m not.” Alec rubbed his hands together. “And guess what?”
“What?” I asked.
“The angry old hag who worked as the librarian down there for thirty years before falling flat on her ugly face from a stroke haunts it.”
“Oh, shut the hell up,” I said, looking back down the hall at the lockers and wondering if I should just go wait by the front doors.
A smirk crept onto Alec’s face and he took another step closer. “She was a mean old bitch, yanking kids around by their collars when they didn’t put a book back in the right place.”
Alec stepped closer again until I could smell his oily breath as he stood over my left shoulder. “What’s wrong? Are you scared?”
I checked my watch. Damn, still forty-five minutes to go. “No, I just think you’re a liar.”
“Fair enough,” Alec said. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll show you where it is and twenty bucks says you won’t go inside and walk through it and back.”
I looked
