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ghost story that really wasn't When I
was a kid, I loved to write. I still do, but just don't find as much
time as I did when I was younger. I began writing stories when I was
4 and I haven't really stopped! I was in grade 8 when I became interested in the spirit world and the supernatural, so naturally, I began to write stories about this! I was a 13 year old baby sitter when I wrote a story for English class. It was about a baby sitter who was watching 2 children in a very old house. One evening,
around 2am, the power went out in the house. The baby sitter looked
out the window and saw all the houses outside still had their power
on, so she assumed they had just blown a fuse. She began to look for
flashlights and candles. When she tried to turn on the flashlight, it
would not go on. Assuming the battery was dead, she lit a match to light
the candles. Just as the flame got the wick, a mysterious wind blew
out the match. She lit 3 more matches all ending in the same result.
In darkness, she began to get scared and decided to call for help. She
picked up the phone to call her mother, but after dialing 3 numbers,
the phone went dead. Now she really began to panic as she heard someone
calling for help from behind the fridge door! She opened the door and
all this food flew at her. She screamed, ran up the stairs and grabbed
the 2 children and tried to run out the front door, but it seemed bolted
shut and wouldn't budge. Another child's voice yelling for help was
coming from behind the closet door. She opened it and several coats
flew at her and the children. Screaming, they ran to the basement to
the back door. This door too, couldn't open. Suddenly, a fire broke
out in the middle of the basement from no apparent cause. The baby sitter
grabbed a large chair and threw it through the basement window, getting
herself and the children out of the house. They watched as the fire
demolished the house. The next day, the baby sitter heard a story of a house built on the same property decades earlier. The abandoned house was rumoured to be haunted and children used to dare one another to enter the "haunted house". 3 children agreed to the dare and went inside the house -- and were never seen alive again. The parents of these children finally got people together to find their kids and went into the house. 2 of the children were dead and one was on the verge of dying. As she was being rushed to hospital, she vowed that one day, when they were 3 children together again on that property, their spirits would get their revenge. Then she died. The sitter realized that she and her 2 charges were the 3 kids!!!! And that was where my story ended. Now here is the killer part!!!! When I wrote this story, I had one particular house in my mind -- a house that I actually did a lot of babysitting in. One night, while I was babysitting these 2 kids, I was watching TV. At around 2am, the power in the house went out! Keep in mind I just wrote this story about a week before! I felt a paranoid chill as I stood up and looked out the window to see all my neighbour's lights were still on!!!! I began to feel through the darkness for some candles or a flashlight only to find nothing!!! Now, I began to panic. Just picture
yourself being a 13 year old girl, with an overactive imagination, whose
real life is beginning to mimic a ghost story she just wrote. I literally
thought, "Oh my god! They're coming to get me!!!" I made my
way to the phone and said, "If this thing goes dead, I am so out
of this house!!" I dialed my house just across the street and luckily,
my mother answered. I whimpered for her to come over to the house with
me. And she did and all was well. What happened was a transformer or something had blown, leaving half the street in total darkness, while the other half of the street was fine. The window I looked out was the "fine" end of the street. But let me tell you, that really spooked me out when it happened.... and I have never, ever forgotten it!! Besides, it makes for a great story!
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