Ghost Stories

Read the story. Retell it.

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Wrapping

There was once a woman who inherited an old house. The neighbors told her that it was
haunted, but she didn’t believe them.

When she inspected the house, she was delighted to see that it was completely furnished.
She didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and she moved right in.

On her first night in the house, she got into bed happily. She was just drifting off to sleep
when she heard an odd sound, way off in the distance. It sounded like this: “Rap, rap, rap.”

She tried to ignore the sound, but she couldn’t. Finally she decided to get out of bed and
investigate.

When she opened her bedroom door, the sound was louder: “Rap, rap, rap”.

She walked down the hallway. The sound got louder: “Rap, rap, rap”.

She headed downstairs. Now it was even louder! “Rap, rap, rap.”

She went into the dining room. It was so loud! “Rap, rap, rap.”

The sound seemed to be coming from a corner of the room. She walked in that direction.
“Rap, rap, rap.”

There was a chest of drawers in the corner. The sound was overwhelming now. “Rap, rap,
rap.”

She opened the top drawer. There was nothing there.

“Rap, rap, rap.”

She opened the second drawer. There was nothing there.

“Rap, rap, rap.”

She opened the third drawer. There was nothing there.

“Rap, rap, rap.”

She opened the bottom drawer - and saw ……… a roll of wrapping paper!
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No Afraid Of Ghosts
Years ago, a fight at the tavern left a man with a severe blow to one eye. As he fainted, the
others at the tavern placed him in that room. He never recovered and died in the room.
Since then his ghost seemed to haunt that room.

One day a cowboy came to the tavern. The old owner told him that there was no room
except the haunted one.

The cowboy said, “I rope bulls and wrestle with them every day. I ain’t afraid of any ghost,”
and took the room. That night during a bath, the cowboy heard a booming voice, “I am the
ghost with one black eye.”

The cowboy panicked and looked around to find none. He wrapped his towel and ran as fast
as he could.

Another day, a barmaid came for a room but the tavern was full. The old man said that there
was only one room left and it was haunted.

The barmaid said, “I have seen the most violent of men at the place where I work. No ghost
can scare me. I will take the room.”

That night, while tucking into the bed, she heard the same words in the booming voice. A
shiver ran down her spine. She wore her gown, picked her luggage, and dashed out of the
tavern.

A few days later, came a couple with a son. The couple wanted a separate room for
themselves, but the only other room available for the son was haunted.

The son said, “Cool, a real ghost. I will live in it!”

That night, when the boy switched off the lights to go to bed, he heard the voice, “I am the
ghost with one black eye.” The young boy calmly switched on the bed lamp and said, “Well,
I am a boy scout. If you do not keep your mouth shut, you will be a ghost with two black
eyes.”

After that, it was totally silent. The boy switched off the light and slept peacefully. Since that
day, the ghost never disturbed or scared anyone again.
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The Warning
A young lady was driving home after a long vacation.

Sometime after midnight, a very heavy storm begins as she notices she is almost out of gas.
She sees a sign for a gas station and convenience store and pulls off the interstate to fill her
tank. The place is obviously open, but deserted, run-down, and old. She almost drives on,
but concerned she might run out of gas, decides to stop and just get gas.

As she pulls in, a tall man with a badly scarred face comes running through the rain. He
pumps her gas and the girl rolls her window down just enough to hand him her credit card.
He grabs it and runs back inside.

The scarred man comes back, tells her she will have to come inside, because her card was
denied, and hurries back inside without allowing her to respond. She really doesn’t want to
go inside and considers driving off without paying. However, she decides to go in very
quickly, take care of the bill, and leave as soon as possible.

When she gets inside, the man grabs her arm and tries to talk to her. His voice is rough and
difficult to understand and she thinks he may have had his voice damaged in whatever
accident scarred his face. The man gets increasingly excited and the young girl becomes
more frantic. She finally wrests herself from his grip and runs back to her car, leaving the
station as quickly as possible. She sees the old man through her back window yelling and
gesturing her to come back, but she keeps driving.

She turns on the radio to help her relax and sees something move behind her.

She looks in the rear-view mirror, just as a man appears in the back seat holding an ax.

That is the last thing she sees in this life. The scarred man at the gas station had been
trying to warn her.
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The Coffin
On a dark night like this, a young man was walking home, on a dark, deserted street. As he
passed the gates of a small cemetery, he felt as if he was being followed.

Suddenly, he heard a bump behind him. Afraid to look back, he increased his pace. Bump,
bump, bump.

The bumping behind him continued, getting closer and louder. Finally, unable to ignore the
bump any longer, he turned around. Terror stricken, he saw a coffin standing on end,
bumping down the road from side to side – Bump, Bump, Bump, Bump . . .

He started running for his life, but the coffin only kept on coming, increasing its pace to
match his. BUMP, BUMP, BUMP.

As the man became tired from running, the coffin began to get closer. The man grabbed a
large metal trash can as he ran by and threw it at the coffin. Unfazed, the coffin kept
coming, getting closer and closer. BUMP, BUMP, BUMP.
He finally arrived home. As he ran into his yard, he noticed the axe resting against the side
of the house next to the woodpile. He grabbed it up and hurled it at the coffin, but it simply
bounced off. The coffin followed the man up unto the porch and crashed down the front door
the man had closed and locked behind him.

BUMP, BUMP, BUMP.

He ran upstairs and grabbed his shotgun from where it hung on the wall, firing at the coffin
as it came through the doorway. Still, the now partially shattered continued towards him.

BUMP, BUMP, BUMP.

In desperation, the man ran into the bathroom, closed the door, and backed
as far as he could. He knew the coffin would simply break down the door.
However, the man did not intend to give up. Grabbing a bottle of cough syrup,
he hurled it at the coffin. The bottle shattered, covering the coffin with cough syrup.
And the coffin stopped.
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In a small town not far from here, there was an old abandoned house. No one ever went near it because
everyone said that it was haunted.

One day, a bunch of local people were sitting in a coffee shop, chatting about bravery.
One man in particular was bragging loudly. “I’m not afraid of anything!” he boasted.
“Oh yeah?” asked his buddy. “I’ll bet that you aren’t brave enough to spend a night alone in that old
abandoned house!” The boaster didn’t want to admit that he was afraid, so he agreed to sleep in the house
that very night.

At dusk, he arrived at the house alone. He checked every room and found nothing unusual. He chose an
upstairs bedroom, spread out his sleeping bag on the floor, and tried to sleep.

He had just dozed off when he heard a faint noise from downstairs. He strained to hear what it was. It sounded
like someone moaning these words:

“I am the ghost of the bloody finger! I am in the front hall!”

The man told himself that he was just imagining things. It must be the wind, he thought.

But then he heard, a bit louder,

“I am the ghost of the bloody finger! I am at the bottom of the stairs!”

“My imagination is running wild!” thought the man. “I am just going to go to sleep, and soon it will be morning.”

But then he heard, even louder,

“I am the ghost of the bloody finger! I am at the top of the stairs!”

The man dove inside his sleeping bag, but he could still hear the ghost coming closer.

“I am the ghost of the bloody finger! I am in the upstairs hall!”

The man hid his head under his pillow, but he could hear the ghost coming even closer.

“I am the ghost of the bloody finger! I am at the bedroom door!”

The man was shaking with terror. The door creaked open.

“I am the ghost of the bloody finger! I am in the bedroom!”

The ghost paused in the doorway.

“I am the ghost of the bloody finger!” (pause) “Do you have a band aid?”