2002-10-31 � happy halloween
Happy Halloween!
O people! I had such grand plans for today's entry. It was to be rife with halloween magic. Eerie ghost stories, make and do activities, fanciful images. Unfortunately, Jack's sudden and pressing need for a costume and my urgent desire to watch the Gilmore Girls hijacked my plans yesterday and now I'm way behind on my pumpkin carving and festivity preparation, so I'm afraid this is going to have to do!
Tomorrow, I'll reappear with the November template and the parade of puppy pictures will end for awhile.
In the meantime, I hope your Halloween is spine-tingling and spooky. I hope you gorge on candy and laugh yourself silly. And enjoy this little ghost story i stole from http://theshadowlands.net/ghost a website devoted to the supernatural and chockful of mostly lame ass ghost stories. This one contains an image that's been haunting me just a little!
The Ghandi Monster
By: Jennifer Richard
This is a true story.� This happened to me when I was 8 years old.� I'm now
28 with 3 kids of my own.
It happened in my home town of Sauk Village, IL.� Which is known to be a
place that Indians passed through using Sauk Trail to get to other
destinations.� At least that's what the *offical* story is.� There are
others, like myself, who believe more.� We believe that Indians actually
settled there ..if only for brief periods of time.�
There's always been talk
of bones being found when a pool was dug up or a garden was put it in.� But
most say it's just that ...talk.� Not me.� I believe it.� I also, not only
believe, but KNOW, that the ground that Sauk Village is residing on is....
SOUR.� Cursed.� Beyond anybody's wildest dreams.� And I have many stories to
support that belief.� But, for now, I will start with my first story of
*proof*.
It was a cold *normal* night in the season of autumn.� Cold enough to keep
you inside your house and snuggled under a blanket.� I was doing exactly
that.� An eight year old can only do so much during these times and I chose
to do my homework so I could read later.� I had been listening to a Rick
Springfield album on 8 track.� I was playing it on my 2XL robot toy.� This
was a toy that you could put 8 track cartridges in that was made by the
company to be a sort of trivia game.� You'd play the cartridge and it would
ask you questions and tell you jokes.� It had two big red robot eyes that
flashed red when you were correct.� It had 3 buttons you could push to answer
your questions.�� 2XL could also play normal 8 track music.� And of course
it's red robot eyes flashed in time with the music.�� So it was doing exactly
just that, on that cold autumn night, flashing it's eyes to Rick
Springfield.� And I was quite contented.
My bedroom was on the second floor of my house and faced north.� Along with
my bed.� I had a window north of me and east of me.� Of course it was dark
outside but it was so warm inside and so very comforting.� Every now and
again I'd look up from my homework and just look out into the darkness.� No
reason.� It was just something I did.� Well, this was the last time I ever
did that again in that house.
As I was sitting there ...all of a sudden ...I felt instantly cold.� And
every single hair on my body was raised.� My blood felt like it had ran cold
and decided to just stop pumping through my body.� My heart was racing.� I
was perfectly terrified.� And I didn't even know why.....yet.� My 2XL was
suddenly stuck and it kept playing the same verse from Rick over and over :"Hole in my heart...hole in my heart ..hole in my heart.." and it's eyes
weren't flashing anymore.� No, they were just burning bright red.� Blood
red.� Then I felt this magnetic pull.� Like something was pulling me to my
right.�
I turned my head right and looked out the East window and saw
*something* that has haunted me for the rest of my life.
Sitting just barely outside my window, levitating, was the most horrifying
image I will ever see in my life.� A creature.� About 2 feet tall ..but
sitting Indian style.� His skin was snowy white and you could see the
outlines of his bones because he was THAT skinny.� He wore some sort of white
cloth draped sideways on his body.� (This is why I later named him the Ghandi
Monster.� My young mind thought his skinny body and his white cloth looked
like the real Ghandi's did.)
This *creature's* head was too big for his
body.� But he was completely bald.� His two horrible, big, dark eyes were
piercing my soul as he stared at me.� He opened his mouth and grinned a grin
at me that haunted my dreams for years.� His mouth was full of long, snarly,
razor sharp looking teeth.� Dripping with blood.� I don't know how a mouth
could fit so many nasty teeth into it.� But it did.�
I watched as the blood
dripped from his teeth and slid down his chin and onto his white cloth
"diaper" shorts.� He raised his hands and reached for me.� The fingernails
were at least 4 inches long, gnarled looking� and sharpened to points.� Also
dripping with blood.
I wanted to scream.� I wanted to run.� But I was locked into place by his
piercing eyes.� I couldn't breathe. I felt as if my brain was being scrambled
and my soul was being raped.� His grin became larger and he opened his mouth
wider.� He kept looking at me.� As if he knew me.� As if he had been waiting
for me.� He started to lift his arms more and it looked as if in seconds he
would actually be INSIDE my room and not just outside my window.
All traces of reason disappeared and my mind snapped.� I still don't know how
I did it but I managed to tear my gaze away and leap off the bed and out my
bedroom door. Screaming with every inch of my soul!� All in like 2 seconds.
I could feel him pulling me.� I could feel that horrible stare penetrating my
back as I screamed down the hallway to my mother.
Of course when her and my father and younger brother came back ..IT was
gone.� But they knew I saw something and they did not try to tell me it was
my imagination.� They comforted me and taped up all the windows in my room.
They actually had to pull down all the shades and seal all sides with duct
tape.� I couldn't sleep in that room for almost a year.�
The whole family,
Mom, dad, and my brother and sister know about this experience.� My brother
even remembers coming into the room with my parents afterwards.�
The Ghandi
monster was a story we didn't tell often.� But it always brought fear to
speak of it.� To us and to others.� My parents never spoke of it again
either.� As I grew up I tried to face my fear and sleep in that room.� But 18 years later I moved to Florida with my own little family and have found
peace within myself.� But I will never forget that creature.� And I will
never sleep or sit with my back to a window.� And I will never forget the one
thing I "heard" it say to me in my mind as I was running out of my bedroom
door.
"Someday, I'm coming back...."
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