My Son and the Ghost With the “Jumpy” Face
My little boy was as white as a sheet and shaking. I flicked the light on and saw him huddled on the other side of the room, crying and pointing to the bunk-bed.
My little boy was as white as a sheet and shaking. I flicked the light on and saw him huddled on the other side of the room, crying and pointing to the bunk-bed.
Walking straight towards me, I saw his mouth murmuring – uttering words and sounds I couldn’t understand.
I can’t explain how or why the man in the mist became a harbinger of death and precognition.
When I opened the door to the morgue I was sure I heard whispering suddenly stop. Everything was still. I turned to walk back out of the room and felt a hot breath on the back of my neck.
When her laughter turned dark, my flesh crawled. I turned around and tripped over the broom – falling on the floor. The “thing” in the chair was not my mother.
In the tent, with the lamp on the brightest setting, it took me forever to fall asleep. I don’t know how long I’d been sleeping when I was awoken by the familiar, freaky giggling.
My body was still swaying like a snake and I continued to follow the entity as it backed further into the endless room.
I saw several critters racing away, and felt an oppressive sensation washing over me. Then a chill ran down my back and something told me to turn around…
It took a while for me to realize that the usual sounds one might expect in the woods were absent from this area. As I lay in bed, wondering why everything was so quiet, I heard soft footsteps coming from the main room. Then I saw dark shadows appearing under the crack in the door…
I felt something root me to the spot, then suddenly the figure pointed to me and began to boom in an evil voice. He said, “Join us – Sinner!” Then I heard disembodied laughter coming from all corners of the room.