Ghost stories (Fiction)

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Does anyone out there have a paranormal story that they have written that is fiction and want to share with everyone. Then here is the place.

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Here is my story of fiction I found it online about a haunted house with an unknown author. I then added and to the story to where it is now so here it is.

WATCH YOUR STEP

         This time a year always remind of when I was younger,
My aunt used to live in this part of Northwest Montana that was kind of out in the country far from any other houses.  Next to her house is an old Cemetery that  hadn’t been used in years, about half a mile from her house is another old house that no one has lived in according to my aunt for over seventy five years.
       Some 75 years earlier a farmer went insane from the heat and his crops dieing he murdered his entire family with an axe and sickle. Chop off their heads and dismembering them, he put some of them in the cellar to keep cool and ate some of the others. He murdered his wife and four children one boy and three girls ranging in ages from 8-14 and his son was sixteen we his father killed him.
            When people began to not see his wife and kids the towns people convinced the town sheriff to go out and take a look at what was going on. As the sheriff drove up to the farm house he heard a gun shot, he stop his truck and ran inside to find the farmer dead from a blast to his head from a shot gun. The sheriff looked around and found the farmers family down in the cellar al chopped up and found some human bones the farmer had just cut the meat off for smoking.

My brother, cousin and I are convinced it’s haunted, there is strange lights in the windows, screams coming from nowhere at all hours of the night, doors slamming, and strange shapes moving in the yard.  It’s made of a reddish brown colored brick; it has shutters that are all closed up hiding broken windows.  
           One day my brother, my cousin, and I decided to go check it out.  We figured we’d walk around the back yard for a few minutes then leave.  That’s what we did at first as it turns out there was a huge old barn next to the old farmhouse.  
It was old and leaning to the left, its doors had fallen off long ago just showing a large dark maw where the door use to be screaming out in silence.  As we walked around it you could feel some one, or something watching you just from inside the door way and the broken out windows.
           We headed for the farmhouse; on the side of the house there was one of those big cellar doors that opened up to a root cellar. Well the door of the root cellar began to open all by it’s self, it swayed in the wind for a few seconds then slammed shut; then a blood-curdling scream came from the house. We ran in terror back to my Aunt’s house screaming to ourselves, after getting up enough nerve we went back to over to the house, my brother went first, my cousin and myself followed him into the barn.
         There was an old moldy smell that was in the air; the farther we went into the barn the worst it got.  We made it to the center of the barn; I could hardly breathe it felt as if someone had his or her hands around my throat.  I told my brother and cousin I had to go back outside, as I took a step towards the doorway.  I was pushed down to the ground by unseen hands as I struggled to get back to my feet, I was bitten, and kicked repeatedly by something I couldn’t see but could feel.  My brother and cousin watched in horror as I squirmed on the ground trying to get up and get away from the unseen attacker.  My brother grabbed me he pulled me to my feet, we all ran outside of the barn. Once outside I could finally breathe again, the biting and kicking had stopped. My cousin Mike said, “look at that!” my brother and I turn together towards the barn, we could see red glowing eyes staring out at us from just inside the barn. “What the hell is that?” asked my brother I replied, “I don’t know but it must have been what attacked me” Even after that we were still determined to g inside the old farmhouse.
          We found the back door of the old farm house, my cousin turned the door knob but it wouldn’t turn, he gave it a hit with his shoulder it gave way he went falling to the floor making a load crash surly enough noise to raise the spirit of the old farm house.  There was another door just inside the outside door; this must have been the covered porch or mudroom. We tried opening it, but it was jammed shut. My cousin could see it would only open an inch or so. He pushed on it and it flew open as if someone was holding it shut then letting it go. We then stepped inside the kitchen we heard a low growl, then a voice said “FINALLY SOMEONE FOR DINNER” We screamed and ran out into the yard, I couldn’t believe we actually heard a voice coming from a room where there was only the three of us.  We were just going to go home, but then we thought that we would be wondering forever what would have happened if we hadn’t gone back in there to find out what had made that noise.  So we went back into the kitchen, turned on our flashlights, and we began to explore the old farmhouse we were soooo scared.
          The first room we entered past the kitchen was the living room; it had one of those old potbelly stoves with a big black pipe that went out through the wall. That was the first indication the house was like a hundred years old. The floor began to creak as if someone was walking on it; the creaked began to get closer like someone was walking towards them.  “Whatever or whoever is making those creaking noises I really don’t want to meet them” I said  
          My cousin Mike began to well up tears in his eyes he was so scared, he even began to shake. My brother tried to calm him down, after a few moments we moved to another room and the footsteps followed us as we made our way through the house. When we stopped the footsteps stopped, when we moved they moved also.  We came to the cellar door “I don’t want to go down there who know what is hiding down there” I said.
         We decided to explore the up stairs to see if there was any ghost up on the second floor.  My brother began to climb the staircase; it was made of black walnut and curved around in a spiral in the corner of the house. My cousin and I followed behind my brother.  The stairs creaked with every step we took “Quiet” I said to my cousin “sorry the stairs are really old” he said.  We made the top step
         It started to get very cold, the temperature had dropped forty degrees in a blink of an eye, and we could see our breath and the goose bumps on our arms were as high as the Rocky Mountains.  I looked into a room and my cousin flashed his light on my brother to see him be picked up by unseen hands and tossed ten feet down the hallway falling on his shoulder he then rolled onto his stomach.
My brother was then lifted to the ceiling held there for a moment then fell to the ground.  I began to scream out in terror as my cousin mike was slammed up against the wall, he began to scream out in terror also, he was lifted off the ground by an unseen presents. He was tossed to the floor crashing all the way through to the cellar. I helped my brother to his feet, we ran down the stairs to the front door, it was nailed shut with boards, as were the windows.  
        Did I mention that during this whole thing we all were really, really scared.  We found the door to the cellar, my brother opened it the stairwell to the cellar was dark, he shinned his flashlight down the stairs to where he thought Mike had fallen. “HE IS MINE!” A load evil voice came from the basement, and the cellar door slammed in our faces. “What the hell is down there?” asked my brother “I don’t know, but we need to go down there and get him” I said we could hear the same evil voice laugh HA! HA! HA!!! My brother and I began to break down the door to the cellar, it gave way and we could see our cousin Mike laying face down in a pool of blood.  My brother took a step down the stairs, when we heard a horrible crashing sound behind us in the kitchen and a loud scream “AHHHHH!!!!” that raised the hair on the back of my neck.  I then felt a cold puckered breathe on the back of my neck, I was way to scared to turn around to see what was behind me. Instead I rushed down the stairs to help my brother get Mike. “Is he alive?” I asked “yeah he is, we need to get him out of here” replied my brother.  We each took an arm to help Mike to his feet, “Where am I” he said very groggy we began to climb the stair with Mike to the kitchen, and the back door slammed shut “YOUR NOT LEAVING!” the same evil voice said “Want to make a bet” I said, my brother kicked the back door open we went through it not even shutting it when we left.  We began to run around the side of the old farmhouse past the old barn.  My cousin Mike looked back to see shadows falling us, he screamed out in horror. When he screamed I looked back and began to scream also we ran faster.  As we ran out of the yard past the old barn the shadows were right behind us, we ran past the old cemetery toward the church on the corner of the town square. We ran to the church on the corner of town, and the shadows were right behind us we could here them snarling and snipping at us.  We crossed the lawn of the church, and I looked back to see the shadows stopping not wanting to come across the church lawn we continued to run all the way home.  The shadows returned to the old farmhouse, we could here screams, and load noises coming from the old farmhouse.
         Once we got to my aunt’s house we went to my cousin Mike’s room we were shaking incredibly and we were scared to death, we even prayed to god to help keep the evil spirits from getting us. We finally fell asleep when I awoke the sun was shinning and I took a shower, as I shampooed my hair I felt a hand brush against my back, I spun around to see what it was but no one was there.  I finished rinsing my hair and dried off, I went to my room to get dressed. I was still so scared I didn’t want to talk about it with anyone. I was sitting at my aunts kitchen table trembling, my aunt walked in she noticed I was shaking she asked me “What’s wrong?” Nothing” I replied “Are you sure?” she asked again “Hey mom last night we went to that old farm house, and it is really haunted” said Mike.  My aunt turned around to look at mike “What the hell happened to you?” she asked “I fell down some stairs at the old farm house” he said I thought to my self he doesn’t remember falling through the floor to the cellar, and the shadows fallowing us all the way to the church, god he is so lucky not to remember anything. My cousin Mike gave me a wink; he did remember he was just lying to his mom.  “You know anyone that goes into that house the house will come for you” she said My brother walked into the kitchen as she said that and turned white as a sheet. “Are you ok?” she asked him, “Yeah he’s ok looks like he ate something bad last night” I said “I wish” he said. That is when my brother told my aunt about our little adventure last night.
        “I hope you three will stay out of the old farm house from now on” she said we all shook our heads in agreement. We all knew she wouldn’t tell anyone of our story, we knew we weren’t going to say anything. A couple of days went by nothing unusual happened; my brother and I packed our things waited for our mother to arrive later that day.
        We went back home and a month went by we were getting ready to go back and see my cousin Mike’s older sister she was going off to college and we wanted to see her before she left.  When we were packing the phone rang my mother answered it “Oh my god no!” she said out load my brother and I came running to the kitchen to see what was the matter “Mom what’s the matter?” I asked “That was your Aunt in Montana she said Mike was killed last night, he hung himself by accident in their garage” she said “Oh no” I said I started to cry.  My aunt was right the house came to get Mike and my brother and I were next.  We finished packing and we all got in the car to drive to Montana for my cousins Mike’s funeral. We got to the little town where my aunt lives I got a very uneasy feeling the closer we got to my Aunts house, we drove by the Old cemetery and they were digging a grave, I got a creepy feeling that came over me.  As my brother and I watched them dig one of the workers looked up at us pointed to the hole they were digging he then drug his finger across his neck as if he were cutting his throat with them. And started to laugh “HA!HA!HA!HA!” I started to shake, we turned the corner by the church and could see my aunt’s house we pulled into the driveway and got out.
My aunt came out to greet us, we hugged and cried together in her drive way after a few moments we went inside to see a house full of my aunts friends and distant relatives you only see at occasions like these.
         She told us Mike was putting boxes away in the rafters in the garage the last box had some ropes and extension cords in it.  She said one must have been hanging out of the box and it must have gotten caught on something, mike lost his balance and fell the rope slipped around his neck and he broke his neck instantly she said he felt no pain.
        After the Mike’s funeral we got back into the car and headed back home, as we drove we past the old farm house my brother and I looked at the old farm house, something caught my eye in the second story window it looked like a kid it was Mike “Oh my it’s mike he’s in standing in the window on the second floor” I said my brother seen it too and looked at me with a worried look on his face. “Where!” my mother said as she slammed on the brakes to look at the house “in the window on the second floor” I said my mother looked she didn’t see anything “Your nuts” she said and began to drive again
         Now there were no trespassing sign staked into the lawn of the old house someone knew we were there, but we didn’t know whom but I kept thinking if we hadn’t had to just see what was in the old house my cousin would be alive now. My brother and I looked back at the old house as red glowing eyes appeared in the windows. We could hear a voice say,  “ I TOLD YOU HE WAS MINE, AND I WILL GET YOU NEXT “    

                         by: unknown author and Erik bratlien