The story I'm about to tell you is true. The names and
places have been changed. But this is an actual account,
this is my ghost story.
It began on a cold January night at the local gas
station. I was a clerk at the time working the graveyard
shift. Truly my story has the makings of frightening
proportions.
As I was saying it was a cold January night
and I had just finished serving a customer when a friend of
mine burst in, white as a sheet, and a little nervous to boot.
We'll call this friend of mine Jay.
Jay was well known around town, not always well liked, but well known. One of
the things Jay was known for was his habit to stretch the
truth. Usually he stretches it to its breaking point, but they were always good stories.
When he told me this one I didn't quite beleive him.
He said that he had been walking earlier that night, there was
nothing strange about Jay walking the streets at night,
after all he was a freak like me. We always come out at
night. But his earlier stroll took on a more sinister note,
he said he had seen a demon in the park where the shadows
were thickest. He said he had seen a demonic face peering
down upon him. Strangely he told me this story not in his
usual flamboyant way but with a queer sincerity which upset
me a little. This was unlike him totally. I remember
thinking to myself, the gleam of mischief wasn't in his eye
this night. I played it off as a wild imagination. I then
calmed him down and the sent him home.
The next night I was busy filling the coke machine with
ice when he came in again pale and shaking and a story on
his lips. Again he had been walking this time on the street
near his home. Walking, and I'm guessing thinking on
general things, a shadow rose before him. The thing grabbed
him be his Army jacket, picked him up several feet off the
ground, and then threw him, as one would a rag doll, about
twenty feet away. After a harsh landing, and sometime
picking himself up no doubt, he found no trace of his
shadowy assailant. He had rushed to tell me about it,
asking for my oppinion, so I told him he should pray. All
the while thinking that he was stretchin' that truth as far
as he could get it, I'm ashamed to say.
Later that week he had come to visit me, it being my
day off, or should I say night off, when a peculiar thing
happened. You see we had been walking around town that
night and had arrived at my house at about eight, maybe
eight thirty, and were talking by my front gate. An eerie
feeling swept over me and the hair on the back of my neck
stood up. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a subtle
movement. So I looked up into the tree in my next door
neighbors yard, and into the face of evil. There the very
shadows came together forming a demonic face, leering down
upon us. Jay's shadow was real. Jay catching my line of
sight visibly blanched. I asked him into the house where we
hid from the awful visage. He spent the night, and we both
prayed against the shadow thing.
Jay learned a lot about religion that night and many
nights there after. I learned to trust my friend just a
little more. I don't know what happened to the shadow thing
there after, I beleive that prayer worked.
A caution to those of you who walk the night, beware the darker
shadows. For those who scoff at the notions of ghosts and
ghouls, wether you beleive or disbelieve in anything, that
does not determine what is real and what isn't.
Thats my story, maybe not the spookiest, but I'll tell
you this, I wouldn't wish it to happen to anyone else.
Farewell.
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