Lidke Mill's Ghost Story

In the horror/mystery book Took: A Ghost Story by Mary Downing Hahn, Daniel, his little sister Erica, and their parents had just moved to Pennsylvania from Connecticut. The rumors about their new house are that every seventy years a girl disappears and another girl appears from what Brody Mason has told Daniel and Erica . Before they moved, their parents gave Erica a doll which she instantly admires. One afternoon Daniel and Erica go on a hike in the woods. Erica failed to keep her doll in her arms and loses it. The next day Erica is missing and another girl appears. What readers would find interesting is that Daniel never stopped believing that he will find his sister. If you are interested in a horror/mystery book that will keep you on the

One night as I was walking back home from work, I heard a scream coming from a nearby house. I did not pay much attention to it until, I started to hear it more often. I was curious about what was going on inside the house, so I approached the house where the scream was coming from. I looked

About a week later he told he that he was laying down and felt a cold draft like something was breathing down his neck. When he got up to investigate it there was a hand that held him down and before he was going to scream it covered his mouth. He heard someone whisper "Shhhhhhh". And he felt his shirt lift and a hot burning claw scratch his chest and when he tried to struggle it choked him and he passed out and woke up later to a bunch of bloody cuts and burns all on his body. He was basically bathing in his own blood. He ran out of the house and came to mine which was across the street and he told me but told me to never tell anyone. We banged him back up and he went home but before, he told me he would keep a journal under his bed. When he arrived home he yelled at it to come out and it did but what ever it was it wasn't afraid of the light and he described it has a tall figure with its arms longer then it's body almost touching the floor and it had bright red eyes and rotten flesh the flesh that did stick to the bone was grey and discolored like a zombie but awkward one much more demonic. He blinked and it was gone. He was

One night they heard loud noises that woke them up at 2:00 in the morning. Suddenly the

Emily Martin is the artist who made Winter Ghost. Emily is an artist that does many different types of artwork. Emily usually posts artwork on deviant art. Winter Ghost is a 2-D abstract linoleum print of a deer that likes like it is made of grass with antlers that are trees on top of it and also has mountains behind it. In this artwork there looks like there is a figure of a woman in front of the deer looking right at it.

He took another step and the door slammed behind him. He turned and returned to the door he turned the knob, but the knob would not turn. He heard more giggling high pitched and madding. All around him a swarm of boys threw themselves on top of him holding him down as his hands and feet were bound he could hear someone barking orders.

One day when a 16 year old girl name Ally said, i love you to her mom she didn't know it was going to be her last time. When she was at her mother's funeral she saw people she never saw before. but they knew her so she was nice and hide her sadness she said hi and huge like 100 people. When she couldn't hold it in anymore she run to a big tree and lay her back against it, and she let it all out when she looked up she saw a boy from a distance. He look the same age as Ally, Ally looked down to try and stop crying but when she got up he was gone. She thought it was just her imagine, she went straight back to the funeral. After the funeral she went home and sat in her mom room and layed in there for a few days. A few days later someone knocked

The farmer and his wife lived not far down the road. They have been dead for years, but on certain nights it was said you could hear the sounds of a woman screaming from inside the barn where the farmer butchered his wife.

He guessed what might be making the sound and. remembering tales of leprechauns and their gold, he crept in. He looked around but 'never a bit of the little man could he see anywhere, but he heard him hammering and whistling and so he looked and looked, till at last did he see the little fellow.

The day she died was the day after my best friend, Daniel Knife committed suicide. I didn’t realize it at first, but I kept getting this weird feeling ever since they died. Everything was different. The next morning I felt the need to go see her grave again. When I arrived there, a weeping willow tree had grown on her grave with my wife's name carved in it. I heard voices around me whispering “Cole, Cole, Cole….” It sounded just like my wife, Sami. I turned to leave but then saw something out of the corner of my eye. As I looked back I saw Sami standing there in front of the tree. I closed my eyes, shook my head and checked again. She was still there. I closed my eyes again but even tighter, shook my head harder and when I opened my eyes. She was gone.

1857 is when it all started the Lidke Mill was began to be built. And every day after school A little school girl would always pass with some friends. But one day on a chilly Fall day the little school girl passed very slowly alone. And as she walked by and stared she became closer and closer to the workmen and as the workmen noticed her coming closer they told her to "run along before she got hurt" but she wouldn’t listen she just came closer and closer and kept staring and staring. They told her again "come on kid run along" than she stopped at the old well and looked at one of the workmen and said ''but first’’ than she fell into the old well. And as the workmen ran to the well concerned about the little school girl they saw her body face

When Mr. Hiram B. Otis, the American Minister, bought Canterville Chase, every one told him he was doing a very foolish thing, as there was no doubt at all that the place was haunted. Indeed, Lord Canterville himself, who was a man of the most punctilious honour, had felt it his duty to mention the fact to Mr. Otis when they came to discuss terms.

Grandpa can you tell us the story of when you had to survive in the Alaskan wilderness?”

It was was a normal night as usual for Phil and his family. Wash up, eat dinner, say a prayer and go to bed. However, the peaceful night would suddenly devolve into terror at their house. The whole family went to sleep that night and Phil could not fall asleep, so he went to get a glass of water, his mouth was dry, and proceeded toward the kitchen. He looked at the dark night sky and saw something in the shadows, a bright light. however he responded to this unusual bright light with a melancholy demeanor. Phil went upstairs and walked into his room and laid back down on his bed, next to his wife, his children downstairs in their rooms sleeping happily forever. Phil fell asleep, however a few minutes later Phil woke up struggling to breath, smoke in the air, and heat nearly burning his flesh as the house was engulfed in flames. To most many would react in a startled manner, however Phil didn’t think anything a just remained in bed almost willing to die as he knew his family would die as well. It was the last worldly gasps of breath that Phil would take as a mortal being.

Probably the most common ghost story that we hear about Clinton Road is that of a dead young boy who hangs out under a bridge and returns coins to you after you throw them in the water. As far as we know, this tale is unique to Clinton Road, but it is difficult to say when or how this story began.The road and the land around it have achieved recognition through the years being an area rife with numerous stories of paranormal occurrences such as sightings of ghosts, strange creatures and gatherings of witches, Satanists and the Ku Klux Klan. It is also reported that professional killers dispose of bodies in the surrounding woods—with one recorded case of this occurring. It has been a regular subject of discussion in Weird NJ magazine, which once devoted an entire issue to it. In the words of a local police chief, “It’s a long, desolate stretch and makes the imagination go nuts.”There are very few houses along the road and much of the adjoining property is undeveloped publicly owned woodlands (either City of Newark watershed or state forest) and the road itself is a narrow two-lane highway that receives little maintenance, is not part of New Jersey’s county-highway system and was until fairly recently unpaved for some of its length, connecting two areas of minimal population and growth and thus having little traffic even at the busiest times of day.It is also notorious for having the country’s longest traffic light wait. This occurs at a double intersection where Route 23