Halloween Evening Reads… Stories and Tales
Posted: October 31, 2011 | Author: JJ Lopez aka Minkoff Minx | Filed under: just because | Tags: Ghost Stories, Halloween |11 CommentsHappy Halloween!
There is one song that represents this holiday for me…
Today’s reads are going to be on the light side, so let’s get the party…
Political Cartoons from Mike Luckovich
Just could not resist that cartoon…for obvious reasons!
Now a few ghost stories:
Georgia has tons of haunted tales, especially in Savannah and Atlanta…but there are some creeps in Gainesville Georgia, and this Hunt for a haunt will take you there.
But what makes these frights so interesting for us…why do we need to be scared out of our wits? BBC News – The rise of the Halloween haunted house
For millions of people, no Halloween would be complete without a visit to a haunted house, another element in a seasonal industry that appears to be defying the recession. But what makes people pay good money to be scared out of their wits?
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These people know their frights. But then Halloween has always been a big deal in the US – Americans spend $1.8bn (£1.1bn) on costumes alone – and a visit to one of more than 2,000 haunted houses around the country is increasingly part of it.
Haunted houses began in the 1970s at charity events and have since grown into a $500m (£312m) a year industry.
If Haunted Houses aren’t your thing…then maybe a tale or two?
Southern Ghost Stories, Folktales, Myths and Legends from The Moonlit Road.com
I especially find the Civil War stories the most spooky…
It reminds me of a story my dad told me. He was working on an old house in Dunwoody, GA, that was on property occupied by the Yankees during the Siege of Atlanta. When my father was staying overnight on the grounds, he would hear a girl’s voice calling out for Ruby….Ruby….Come to the Bridge…
He would see a young black girl in a worn dress, something out of the past…and she would holler…Ruby, Come to the Bridge…After many nights of the same creepy vision and calls, he went outside and said Ruby was no longer there…she had gone…he never heard or saw the girl again.
Months later he was talking with the owner, and it turns out the house and grounds were part of the Underground Railroad, and there was old ruins of a bridge that would have crossed the creek that ran through the woods near the house…The ruins were hidden by foliage and brush in the same area my father saw the young girl calling out.
I wonder if Ruby every made it north, because someone has been searching for her near the bridge for a long long time.
So any of you have some scary tales, or stories of ghostly apparitions? Let’s hear them…post a spooky story below…and have a wonderful night!
I’ll post another scary story in a bit, hope everyone has a tale to tell!
So far my Halloween is a bust…need more and better costumes stat!
My daughter has strep throat, so she looks like the living dead…no costume necessary.
Oh, the poor baby! I had that many times as a child. it is miserable as h*ll.
Of course, a little ice cream always helped. 🙂
Strep should be responsive to antibiotics. Hope she feels better soon!
Thanks y’all, she is on antibiotics, took her to doctor today. Hate when they get sick on a Friday night…the wait til Monday is the pits.
We have so many trees and wires down in our town that the Mayor declared this coming Friday Halloween so the kids can trick or treat in a safer environment.
I guess that’s a win-win deal. 😉
Wow Joanelle, I am glad you are okay and that you have power. That freak storm created such a mess.
Oh, yeah, I missed you all over the weekend – we just got power back a bit ago.
It’s bad here in Mass. too. I’m hoping Pat J. is OK, because there are lots of people without power in her area.
I lost my power for several hours during the night, and didn’t get my cable and internet back until later the day after the storm. There are lots of big branches down in my neighborhood and the others neighborhoods around here.
I have a family ghost story that my mother told me. My great aunt Ruth was very close to her sister Mary who was living in a nursing home. On the night Ruth died, her sister awoke to find a woman sitting next to her bed. She had a veil over her face, but she held the Mary’s hand gently. The next morning Mary asked the nurses who the woman was, but the nurses claimed that Mary had had no visitors. The visitor was Ruth, saying goodbye.
Later Mary learned that Ruth had died the night before at about the time of the visit from the strange woman. My aunt Ruth was a very strong-willed woman, and I have no doubt of her ability to project her essence like that.