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We all have them, old stories related to certain places that scared the hell otut of us when we were small. Some of these stories can hang around for many years and bring discomfort to us.
I speak of course about ghost stories from our childhood. Those who were tied to a place and because of that became real. I shall draw three examples from my own childhood.
The maniac
When I turned six I started at the preschool, a moderately large school in the suburb. The school itself was a very nice one with a huge playground and adjacent kindergarten. But there was one place that everyone shunned, the shed.
In the parking lot was a small roundabout where buses could turn around. It was a large parking lot that would accommodate both buses and cars. At the roundabout was an abandoned shack with the curtains drawn and a large padlock fitted to the door.
As the buses drove there, it was strictly forbidden to go to the shed, but s the stupid kids we where, we made up our own explonations and soon other reasons began to appear why no one was alloud approaching the shed. We asked the older students and they told us what whas told to them when they started here.
Many years ago there lived a big guy there. With big we of course ment around 20. He was a very evil and often beated the students and set cars and buildings on fire. One day a student accidently crush the guy's car window. (It was an abandoned car in the parking lot with a crushed rearwindow) the maniac should then have become so angry that he dragged the student to his shed. The teachers called police, who surrounded the shed. The guy opened fire throw the window but was killed by the police. When they went into the house they found the student skinned and burned. Then the shed was sealed of.
But the maniacs ghost haunted the shed and he was still evil. He was afraid to show himselves in the windows cause he was killed the way, but ifsomeone disturbed him, he looked out. If anyone met his gaze, he would come home to them at night and kill their family and then burning down the house. We used to challenge each other to banging in the sheds wall and then run, but it was far from anyone who dared.
The shed was demolished when I was in fourth grade, but the stories lived on. Shortly afterwards it happened that a parked car was smashed. Among the students it was obvious, the maniac was angry that his house got destroyed. After that there were few who dared to stand alone in the car park.
Blood Red Horse
Both at the kindergarten and primary school we had to on regulary basis walk around an old farm called morta, a rather a large farm with woods around it. We never got access to the farm and we never saw anyone who lived or worked there, it just stood there and looked menacing with its pure white walls and red doors. But what really scared us was the history of the blood red horse.
For over a century ago there lived a rich landowner with his family on the farm. Their horses were the best in the country and they were many who were envious of them. One day a jealous farmer sneaked into the house and thought to burn it down. Then one of the horses attacked him to protect the farm, but the farmer took a pitchfork and stabbed the horse multiple times so that the blood ran. The horse kicked him in the chest and forced him to flee. When the landowner came into the barn he found the courageous horse lying down and sufering. He decided to kill it by stabbing it in the head with an ax.
The farmer went to wake his servant because he needed help to move the horse, but when they came back the horse was gone and a trail of blood led from the barn down the road. They followed the blood trail and found the rival peasant body trampled to death. The blood trail led into the woods, but they dared not follow it. To this day haunts the blood red horse still haunts the surrounding forests and meadows.
The blood-red horse is not the only thing to fear in morta forest. Far into the woods layed a small shed, no bigger than an outhouse. It is completely empty except for a hook in the ceiling. Ther a depressed youth hanged himself, and his ghost is still around.
There is also a large, hollow tree deep in the woods. It is located at the end of a bumpy, partly overgrown forest path which deviates from the walking trail. There lives a meat-eating gnome guarding the forest from humans. In the forest live both gnomes and trolls and everything in between, and they are all man-eaters and hates people. We knew it was true cause the teachers forbade us to go further from the path and never went in there themself get. Now I know that this is because we shouldntt go astray and that it was a dangerous bog there, but back then we didnt know that.
The king-hill forest
The morta the forest was not the only haunted woods. There was no specifik ghost stories about the kings-hill woods, but the fact that it was an old cholera cemetery with crude, scary tombstones in the middle of the forest and the recent drowning of a child in the wetlands was enough to trigger the imagination and arouse fear in us. Luckily we didnt went there frequently in preeschool, It was first in eighth grade we began to orient ourself in the woods. To this day, I get the creeps when Im approaching the old cemetery with its rusty iron gates and unmarked mass graves.
Pleas share with us your own ghost stories from your childhood. They need not necessarily be particularly scary or realistic. The nice thing about these kinds of horror stories is that they stop being scary when you get older and wiser, but some may sit in one's subconscious, and despite knowing that it is not true, one can not help but shudder at.
I am always worried when I hear a horse neighing in the forest, regardless of the forest I walk in.
I speak of course about ghost stories from our childhood. Those who were tied to a place and because of that became real. I shall draw three examples from my own childhood.
The maniac
When I turned six I started at the preschool, a moderately large school in the suburb. The school itself was a very nice one with a huge playground and adjacent kindergarten. But there was one place that everyone shunned, the shed.
In the parking lot was a small roundabout where buses could turn around. It was a large parking lot that would accommodate both buses and cars. At the roundabout was an abandoned shack with the curtains drawn and a large padlock fitted to the door.
As the buses drove there, it was strictly forbidden to go to the shed, but s the stupid kids we where, we made up our own explonations and soon other reasons began to appear why no one was alloud approaching the shed. We asked the older students and they told us what whas told to them when they started here.
Many years ago there lived a big guy there. With big we of course ment around 20. He was a very evil and often beated the students and set cars and buildings on fire. One day a student accidently crush the guy's car window. (It was an abandoned car in the parking lot with a crushed rearwindow) the maniac should then have become so angry that he dragged the student to his shed. The teachers called police, who surrounded the shed. The guy opened fire throw the window but was killed by the police. When they went into the house they found the student skinned and burned. Then the shed was sealed of.
But the maniacs ghost haunted the shed and he was still evil. He was afraid to show himselves in the windows cause he was killed the way, but ifsomeone disturbed him, he looked out. If anyone met his gaze, he would come home to them at night and kill their family and then burning down the house. We used to challenge each other to banging in the sheds wall and then run, but it was far from anyone who dared.
The shed was demolished when I was in fourth grade, but the stories lived on. Shortly afterwards it happened that a parked car was smashed. Among the students it was obvious, the maniac was angry that his house got destroyed. After that there were few who dared to stand alone in the car park.
Blood Red Horse
Both at the kindergarten and primary school we had to on regulary basis walk around an old farm called morta, a rather a large farm with woods around it. We never got access to the farm and we never saw anyone who lived or worked there, it just stood there and looked menacing with its pure white walls and red doors. But what really scared us was the history of the blood red horse.
For over a century ago there lived a rich landowner with his family on the farm. Their horses were the best in the country and they were many who were envious of them. One day a jealous farmer sneaked into the house and thought to burn it down. Then one of the horses attacked him to protect the farm, but the farmer took a pitchfork and stabbed the horse multiple times so that the blood ran. The horse kicked him in the chest and forced him to flee. When the landowner came into the barn he found the courageous horse lying down and sufering. He decided to kill it by stabbing it in the head with an ax.
The farmer went to wake his servant because he needed help to move the horse, but when they came back the horse was gone and a trail of blood led from the barn down the road. They followed the blood trail and found the rival peasant body trampled to death. The blood trail led into the woods, but they dared not follow it. To this day haunts the blood red horse still haunts the surrounding forests and meadows.
The blood-red horse is not the only thing to fear in morta forest. Far into the woods layed a small shed, no bigger than an outhouse. It is completely empty except for a hook in the ceiling. Ther a depressed youth hanged himself, and his ghost is still around.
There is also a large, hollow tree deep in the woods. It is located at the end of a bumpy, partly overgrown forest path which deviates from the walking trail. There lives a meat-eating gnome guarding the forest from humans. In the forest live both gnomes and trolls and everything in between, and they are all man-eaters and hates people. We knew it was true cause the teachers forbade us to go further from the path and never went in there themself get. Now I know that this is because we shouldntt go astray and that it was a dangerous bog there, but back then we didnt know that.
The king-hill forest
The morta the forest was not the only haunted woods. There was no specifik ghost stories about the kings-hill woods, but the fact that it was an old cholera cemetery with crude, scary tombstones in the middle of the forest and the recent drowning of a child in the wetlands was enough to trigger the imagination and arouse fear in us. Luckily we didnt went there frequently in preeschool, It was first in eighth grade we began to orient ourself in the woods. To this day, I get the creeps when Im approaching the old cemetery with its rusty iron gates and unmarked mass graves.
Pleas share with us your own ghost stories from your childhood. They need not necessarily be particularly scary or realistic. The nice thing about these kinds of horror stories is that they stop being scary when you get older and wiser, but some may sit in one's subconscious, and despite knowing that it is not true, one can not help but shudder at.
I am always worried when I hear a horse neighing in the forest, regardless of the forest I walk in.
