ghost chick
My dad used to tell me these stories about this haunted house he used to live in with his rocker buddies.
It was in the early nineties, late eighties, it was a big old white house made of rotting wood, about five or six of these mop haired derelicts living together with these ghosts. One of the friends, Bob, used to wear this big metal cross around his neck, and one night when they were all in the basement jamming something grabbed a hold of that cross and almost pulled the thing right through Bob's neck. People were just standing around him in awe as this cross was standing horizontally erect, anyone behind him could see Bob's neck bleed from the pulling of the necklace until the chain snapped and flew across the room.
They'd hear terrible hisses and cries from a cat they didn't have from unknown areas of the house. These anguished calls would get louder and more horrible by the day until one night it sounded like a panther was growler outside of Bob's window. As he woke to check the noise out, he could see these giant red cat eyes glowing from just outside his window, which was impossible since his room was on the top floor. He slept in the basement that night and the growl didn't leave until morning.
Anyways, I don't know why my dad told me these stories, I used to get these awful nightmares pretty much daily. I used to sleep walk and start bawling my eyes out in the middle of the kitchen or bathroom or wherever I stopped walking, and then after a few minutes stumble back into bed. I don't know why my dad told me this, either.
It was in the early nineties, late eighties, it was a big old white house made of rotting wood, about five or six of these mop haired derelicts living together with these ghosts. One of the friends, Bob, used to wear this big metal cross around his neck, and one night when they were all in the basement jamming something grabbed a hold of that cross and almost pulled the thing right through Bob's neck. People were just standing around him in awe as this cross was standing horizontally erect, anyone behind him could see Bob's neck bleed from the pulling of the necklace until the chain snapped and flew across the room.
They'd hear terrible hisses and cries from a cat they didn't have from unknown areas of the house. These anguished calls would get louder and more horrible by the day until one night it sounded like a panther was growler outside of Bob's window. As he woke to check the noise out, he could see these giant red cat eyes glowing from just outside his window, which was impossible since his room was on the top floor. He slept in the basement that night and the growl didn't leave until morning.
Anyways, I don't know why my dad told me these stories, I used to get these awful nightmares pretty much daily. I used to sleep walk and start bawling my eyes out in the middle of the kitchen or bathroom or wherever I stopped walking, and then after a few minutes stumble back into bed. I don't know why my dad told me this, either.