Friday, March 13, 2009

Boo

It seems growing up we had slight fascination with ghosts, not a hard jump when you grow up in the house on the hill with a family cemetary. Two open graves led to great speculation on what might have come out of them. Was it our eyes playing tricks on our imagination the night we saw the white shadow cast on the encroaching darkness, flitting across the head stones? Was the dark spot on the grave, shaped like a footprint, left by someone long past?

Precursor to modern day "reality television" we set up tape recorders and cameras to capture the intruders from the mystical realm. Sounds played back, kept our imaginations running wild, any attempts at sleep banished.

As I grew older, these pursuits lost interest, buried in the recesses of my mind. Once though, they crashed back into the realm of possibility. My cousin stayed over at the house, we were up most of the night playing Tecmo Bowl. He had gone into the front of the house to get a soda, when I heard a female voice call my name beckoning me to come to the front of the house. Halfway down the hall I met my cousin, who had heard a similar call for him. A quick search of the house for mischievious friends, came up naught. We never came up with an explanation, just a renewed fascination in what goes bump in the night.

Happy Friday the 13th! Any ghost stories you would like to share?

15 comments:

Mrsupole said...

I wonder if with the new technical equipment around today, what would happen if you set it up again. Would you find the evidence you had searched for.

And if you both heard the female voice calling and beckoning you to the front than it was probably true. Maybe with some research you could find out who she is. At that moment your minds had to be "open" to the spirit world and you let her in. I wonder what she wanted. Hmm, what could it be?

Great ghost post. Thanks for joining in the fun

Mine's up too, Ronda's is up also. I am going searching. God bless.

Daniel said...

I once saw a Casper cartoon on T.V.. Does this count as a ghost story?

Brian Miller said...

lol daniel.

msu...i'll check yours out in a few. happy friday!

nessabates said...

That gave me a chill!! Kinda freaky!

Cinnamon said...

I did once, whilst at work, decline to take my break in a rest room on the ward of an old victorian hospital ward- which housed a REAL skeleton and which was reputed to be haunted. Didn't want to chance it!

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subtorp77 said...

The house on top of the hill, complete with cemetary? All Hallow's Eve must've been a real scream 8^O so cool! Boo ya later, Brian!

VE said...

Cool story. My best friend growing up lived right behind a huge cemetary so I can relate that it occupies a bunch of childhood imagination and dares and such. If you hear the girl again, could you ask her for lotto numbers?

Leah said...

I do like that, and especially because you both heard it. Corroboration!

VK said...

Budding on the cusp of Manhood and the best we could muster on a weekend free of the 'Rents was a disembodied female voice...

Go Miller Boys... ;^P

Candie Bracci said...

Hi,now that's a great thing to have heard a woman's voice,imagine wouldn't have been the same effect if it was a grave man's voice:"hey you!",lol.i'm joking but I truely believe in it although I never heard a voice clearly.Not yet,lol,to add to the list,lol.
Good friday night!

Ronda Laveen said...

Great story and told well as usual. We had an old cemetery that we passed every day coming and going to school. It was a cool place to play, although I'm sure the caretakers were glad when we went home. Your story brought memories of trying to capture ghostly evidence. Halloween was always special there. Electric.

Baino said...

NO cemetary here although I buried a cat and a horse in the back paddock. (not at the same time obviously). I'm feeling distinctly left out having no ghost story to tell!

Brian Miller said...

@VE i'll see what i can do

@rhonda living near a grave yard provides fuel for the imagination it seems, even for those that are still kids at heart!

@candie that would have had a whole other affect on me, but then i would have accused my cousin of joking around, after i cleaned my shorts

jake (to the) holla said...

i used to improvise ghost stories with the neighbors kids back in high school... and one time i was making one up about fire shooting out of their ground behind a fleeing man... and the neighbors trash pile caught on fire. pretty wild

tony said...

Never have seen One.But I am a believer!!!