The Art of Darkness

Happy Halloween!

October 31st, 2013 by Cobwebs

The Arrival by Rhode MontijoThe year has finally rolled around to my very favorite day. I usually turn the blog over to the commenters on Halloween, and this year I’m looking for true tales of the weird or creepy.

Here’s mine; it’s one of my favorite bits of family history and a great icebreaker at parties (if by “icebreaker” you mean, “make people smile nervously and edge slowly away”).

This story was related by my late paternal grandmother.* She was born in 1905 so these events would have taken place around 1911 or 1912, when medicine was on the crude side and rural folk didn’t bother with a doctor much anyway.

One of her great-aunts died, and in the tradition of the time the body was laid out at the house to let the relatives pay their respects. Normally you’d have to worry about the body beginning to decompose, but it was the middle of winter in Nebraska so they just put her in an unheated back room. She lay there for three days.

When they finally went to bury her, the body was still warm.

And…they buried her anyway.

At this point in the story I said, “Um, grandma…?” And she looked sort of embarrassed and said, “Well, apparently nobody liked her very much.”

Huh.

Now it’s your turn. Share your favorite spooky anecdote in the comments. And…Happy Halloween!


*She was alive when she told the story. Just in case that wasn’t entirely clear.

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8 Responses

  1. cookie Says:

    Henry David Thoreau: ” Only the words of a loving man can be heard.” Apparently your relatives took that a bit too literally.

  2. Mim Says:

    That’s pretty horrifying!

    When I was a kid, my dad was in the Royal Air Force, and for part of that time we were based in Germany. One family on the base claimed to have a poltergeist problem. Mum reckons she was round there for a grown-ups party and a glass dish of peanuts levitated vertically, then out into the middle of the room, then the dish blew apart while the nuts simply dropped to the floor.

    I think the party ended pretty quickly after that.

  3. Chris Says:

    About two months after my mother-in-law passed away, my (then) 3 year old daughter woke up one morning and said “Grandma visited me last night.”
    I responded “Really?”
    She said, “Yes, there on the end of my bed. She said ‘There now, dear, keep warm’.”
    I was amused for a moment until I saw that there was a blanket from the top shelf in her closet on the bed that hadn’t been there when we tucked her in the night before.

  4. Burning Prairie Says:

    Same house, several incidents. With 2 small kids I always put my ironing board up after I use it and put the iron on a hot pot holder on the middle of the kitchen counter. One morning, when my son was still an infant, the hubs had left for work and I heard one distinct thud in the kitchen. I went to look and found my still-warm iron, plate-down in the middle of the floor. The pot holder was still in the middle of the counter, way back from the edge.
    The next happened when I was very pregnant with my daughter and seriously nesting. I was folding tiny girly clothes to prepare her nursery and a little column of white mist, about the size of a toddler, floated into the room (I saw it enter the doorway) and hovered in front of me as if it was interested in my folding. Then it dissipated but I knew it was a kind spirit.
    The last one, my daughter was about 2.5 when we had a terrible ice storm that destroyed all of our trees and the kids’ swing set. My daughter was staring out into the backyard towards her swing set and I thought she may be sad. So I asked her, what are you looking at sweetie? and she answered, “that man out there.” There was no man in the yard.

  5. xJane Says:

    !!! all of these are awesome! The best I can do is that I woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly knew my grandfather was dead. My dad called us in the morning to tell us because he didn’t want to disturb us in the middle of the night. (I don’t know how prescient it was, my dad had been at the hospital, so I knew it was coming…) I was around 12.

  6. Terri Says:

    I love all of these stories! Please forgive me if mine is a little long. I’m just gonna cut n paste from my blog: Years ago, My husband and I lived in an apartment that had something in it. I was renting from my cousins, and they had given me their permission to do whatever I liked with the place as far as painting and decorating went. Before I was ready to move in, I wanted to refurbish the place. So as soon as I could, I began ripping up carpets, stripping the wallpaper, painting the walls and refinishing the floors. I went over every day I could with boxes of books, movies, CDs, out of season clothes, and other assorted stuff I wasn’t immediately using.

    It was always in the afternoon after work when I headed over to do apartment related stuff, and it was usually very quiet up there on the third floor as long as the dog downstairs wasn’t barking, because everybody was at school or work. Sometimes I would get into a groove and leave the radio off so I could enjoy the peace.

    One day, I was in the kitchen taking up the old, busted up sheets of linoleum when I heard a small voice distinctly say hi to me, addressing me by name. I stood still. It was silent. There was nobody home in either of the units downstairs. I was completely alone in the whole house. The best way for me to describe it is that the voice sounded disembodied, that it had come from behind the air. I could not tell if it was male or female.
    Another time in that apartment, Bob woke up in the early morning, around 2 am. He was laying in bed when he saw a blue, woman-shaped figure drift from one corner of the room and suddenly disappear. The cats also would react to unseen things, even apart from their usual maniacal “kitty crazies”.

  7. WitchArachne Says:

    I have countless stories about creepy stuff that’s happened to me. I seem to be a weirdy magnet for both the living and dead. I’ll go with the scariest thing that happened to me:
    I was a kid, probably about 7 or 8 since I remember my brother being old enough to complain about having to go to bed when our parents were still up.
    At that time (at all times, really) I was scared of a thing in my wardrobe. One night I was lying in bed. I could hear my little brother crying about staying up, but I was happy to be in bed. I was lying down facing the door, with the wardrobe behind me. I heard a noise from the wardrobe. I got freaked out and froze, hoping whatever it was wouldn’t notice me. All of a sudden i felt a huge hit to my back, and. I ran, screaming, out of the room and into the loungeroom where my parents were.
    I was so scared I couldn’t speak for a few minutes, and when i finally managed to squeak out what had happened, Dad pulled my nightie up and I had a big red mark in the middle of my back, with a dint in the centre like from a ring.
    Somehow I managed to keep sleeping in that room for another 10 years until i moved out, though everyone else who ever stayed in that room hated it.
    Weird stuff has kept happening to me, but I haven’t been punched by a ghost again.

  8. Sally Says:

    This didn’t happen to me, but to my mom. She said it was probably a dream once she saw how much it freaked me out, but I’m not really convinced.

    When I was three, my father died in a work accident. My mom remarried a number of years later and we moved a few blocks away. My step-dad got up extremely early for work, usually around 4 or 4:30 and the rest of us would sleep until, y’know, it was actually morning. :)

    One morning after he’d left for work, my mom said that she saw someone in bed with her, reached over and touched his clean-shaven face. Now, my step-dad had a beard since like 1971 (this would have been like 89 or 90) but my dad never had a beard in his life.

    After that day, I could not walk past that bedroom without my eyes being drawn inside with a definite feeling of unease, so when no one was home, I made sure to shut that door.

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