True Ghost Stories: A Short Story Collection

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Short Story 3: Two Spirits In The Laundry Room Part 2

The story of my third and, at the time, final ghost encounter, was short-lived but still relatively scary. I was asked by my mother to grab her laundry. As I walked downstairs, I was very cautious about going to the laundry room.

The ghost wearing a veil was still on my mind even after two months. As I approached the laundry room, I took five deep breaths. I wasn’t even at the door, but I had a feeling in my gut. Lord knows if I saw something this time…I wouldn’t tell mom or Bill.

How could I? The first ghost, when I was five, was chalked up to my “imagination.” The second encounter was seen as a lie. I told myself I would NEVER tell another soul about an encounter…at least, before I started writing this, but I digress.

Taking a couple more deep breaths for good measure, I walked into the doorway and gasped. The room was dark, but I made out a figure. The figure was at least seven feet tall. This thing was covered in seaweed and chains.

I instinctively jumped back in shock. The other ghosts I saw were nothing compared to this. This one seemed malevolent. My only problem was that I had no idea if it would attack. I immediately leaned forward and flicked the light switch. Almost instantly, the figure disappeared. “What the heck?” I asked no one in particular.

I then ran into the room, threw my mother’s laundry haphazardly into the basket and bolted upstairs. Another spooky encounter. Another tale no one would believe.

As I sit here years later, writing and recounting these tales…I can’t help but wonder. Why did I encounter such spirits? Why did they make themselves known to me? But I suppose my last question is, were they truly malevolent and bent on destroying me? Or were they toying with my mind?

I suppose I’ll never know. Maybe, it’s best I don’t. Some things are better left unspoken. Some things deserve no explanation. Perhaps that is what makes the stories so unique. Seeing things that would terrify you and telling your tale, makes you feel a certain peace.

Thank you dear reader, for reading this story. You can choose whether or not to believe me. It truly means a lot that someone did read this. Maybe you’ll one day tell your tale. But for now, this is farewell!

-Alex