Qurator's Mischievous Mondays | Ghost Stories
Welcome to Qurator's Mischievous Mondays!
This will be a weekly competition that we will be hosting every Monday. We want to see a little more engagement and fun when it comes to some of our competitions so this will be a simpler and shorter competition. Easy to enter, but maybe not so easy to win. ;) This competition will be similar to the Monday Missions we had a long time ago, but instead of writing posts to enter we will now consider only the comments and answers on this blog as your entry to win.
Why Mischievous?
We all could use a little fun in our lives. We would even say that we deserve it, let loose a little and have a go at making everyone laugh or think a little, even if it is a little over the top or pure silliness. Go all out and let your creative juices flow.
This week's theme : Ghost Stories
RULES
Write a comment in this post, your comment will be your entry.
Only comments that fit the theme and style.
It has to be done by you, no plagiarism.
All entries will be reviewed by the Qurator team.
Only one entry per account.
Deadline: By the end of Friday
Your entry will not count if you aren't following the above-mentioned rules.
Last week's theme : Fear of the dark
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@castri-ja
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@soyunasantacruz
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@shamis
4th Prize - 15% Upvote
@crazyphantombr
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Is it OK to share real..or fiction?
Anything goes, as long as it is scary!
I have few real.life instance...but not sure how to make it scary...
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Once upon a time, when i was a boy, ilI was sent on an arrand, on my was back I saw people gatherered around a Church close to my area, on drawing near I discovered that they were moving round a coffin to see the corpses that was laid inside. As a boy who has never experienced this before, I saw it as an opportunity to see a Corpse in a coffin for the first time. I then joined the queue. After a short while it was my turn to take a look. I drew nearer and saw the corpse. It was really terrifying. I then ran home as fast as my short legs could carry me. On reaching home I was breathing heavily. My mom asked what was wrong but I said nothing.
That night when I went to bed to sleep, hmmm...guess what?...ghosts everywhere I couldn't sleep, I was still seeing the man in the coffin. It was indeed a long night for me, because I barely slept.
I promised myself not to ever look at a corpse lying in a coffin again .
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True ghost story
Some years ago every night I would hear a woman sobbing, you could hear her panting and crying with great feeling, sometimes she would let out a cry of repressed pain, her crying would wake me up almost always at the same time, 3 a.m, I lived with my family and in the room next door was my parents' room, I did not understand why my mom cried every night like that, but she has always been sensitive so I did not think it was appropriate to ask directly about that situation and I thought it was a matter of a few days.
Apart from her suffering, I was also worried about my dad, who was sure to wake up and have to work the next day. After a few days a neighbor told my mom to turn on at least one light in the house, because things were happening in the dark in our house that she had seen, but my mom didn't want to pay attention. Days later, I kept hearing the plain at night, until I made up my mind and asked my mom why she cried so much at night and she told me she thought it was me crying.
I couldn't believe it wasn't her because that crying was very real, the same thing happened to my mom. When we realized that the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood up and my mother went to talk to the neighbor, she told her that on several occasions she saw through the window how a woman in a long white dress stood in the corner of the house and went through the walls inside.
This is not fiction, it is real.
A ghost or a figment of my imagination?
It was early morning when I woke up startled by the sound of the shower and found myself alone in the hotel room.
I crept closer and noticed that the shower screen was dripping with water and a towel on the floor.
My heart was overwhelmed when I was taking a picture of what had happened and suddenly I saw a footprint on the floor without being able to see anyone.
I mean, I had to ask to be moved to another room because the smell of shit coming from my pyjama was unbearable.
Best regards and I hope you have a good laugh.