Things that go bump in the night...

All my life I have been fascinated by all things spooky. I blame my mother. Growing up, Halloween was always a spectacle in our house and my favorite holiday. The house was always strewn with cobwebs, paper skeletons, and motion sensor vampires that screamed at you when you walked past. Bowls overflowed with candy. And all of the classic scary movies played until we passed out into out respective sugar comas. It really wasn't a surprise to anyone that I decided to write paranormal as an adult. As a teen I adored horror movies and books that could make your skin crawl. But at seventeen, I took my fascination a step further.

It was Halloween my senior year of high school. My friend Jimmy had gotten a night vision camera for his birthday that month, so naturally we decided to go ghost hunting. Jimmy was convinced he lived in a haunted house, and after some of the things I experienced there, I had to agree. So, Halloween night four of us headed out. There was supposed to be this place on the outside of town that was haunted by a woman who had allegedly been a witch. Equipped with a night vision camera and a stomach full of butterflies, we drove down this dirt road that seemed as if it hadn't been used in years. There were no lights beside the headlights from the car and the moon peeking through the clouds. 

Finally we reached the spot we'd heard about. One huge wooden cross stood in the middle of a field, bordered my trees. You could see the faint outline where a path used to be. It led to a small abandoned cabin in the woods. We'd heard that some nights you could see a blue light in the window of the cabin. We hiked up the path, but didn't see a light. Just a dark, abandoned cabin that showed no signs of life within. When we got about half way up the path, Jimmy heard something and stopped us.

"Did you hear that?" he asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Stop messing with me, Jimmy." I hadn't heard anything, and as the only girl in the group, I'd assumed they would try to prank me at some point. But Jimmy wasn't laughing. He looked nervous. I guess we all were at that point. I was just about to call him out on his crap, but then I heard it too.

Foot steps. Heavy and purposeful. We would take a few steps and stop. And every time we would hear those steps trailing behind us. Thump, thump, stop. Then we heard the same sound on the other side, just like the ones behind us. Then the light. It wasn't bright. Wasn't even very big. But it was there. A hazy blue light moving past the inside of the window of the cabin.

Jimmy met my frightened gaze and nodded back to the car. His lips mouthed the word run.

That was all it took. The four of us leaped into action, running as fast as our legs would take us, back to Jimmy's crappy little car, praying it would start right up when we got there. All the way, we heard those footsteps running behind us. We hopped in the car and Jimmy took off, afraid of what we might see if we looked back. So we didn't look back. Just drove. My friend Story didn't even have his door shut. None of us spoke until we made it back to the main road. We never knew what it was that we saw or heard. Who knows. Maybe it was just someone messing with a bunch of kids looking to get scared on Halloween. Then again...maybe the stories about the witch were true. Maybe her spirit still lingered in that cabin and she didn't like us there.

Now it's your turn! I want to hear your spooky experiences! Leave a comment below and I will pick one random winner to win a $10 Amazon gift card and a Blurred bookmark!

Happy Halloween! =)

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