At first cock-crow the ghosts must go
Back to their quiet
graves below.   Theodosia Garrison

• True Australian Halloween Ghost Story
• The Hook – A Classic Halloween Story
• Ghostly Story by Kate Bauer
• The Curse of the Flying
  Dutchman
• Neil, the Drunk and the
  Graveyard
• Halloween Ghost
  Stories
• A True,
  Funny Paranormal Story for Halloween

True Australian Halloween Ghost Story

This story happened a few years ago on 31st October
in Brisbane, and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it’s
true.

John Bradford, a Sydney University student, was on the side of the road hitch hiking on a very dark Halloween night and in the midst of
a storm.  The night was rolling on and no car went by. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly he saw a car slowly coming towards him and stopped. John, desperate for
shelter and without thinking about it, got in the car and closed the door, just to realize there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn’t
on!

The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road
and saw a curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life.  Then, just before he hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and turned the wheel. John, paralysed with terror,
watched how the hand appeared every time they came to a curve. John saw the lights of a pub down the road so, gathering strength, jumped out of the car and ran to it.

Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside
and asked for two shots of tequila. He then started telling everybody about the horrible experience he went through. A silence enveloped everybody when they realized he was crying and… wasn’t
drunk.

About
15 minutes later, two guys walked into the same pub. They were also wet and out of breath.

Looking around and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one said to the other, ‘Look, Bruce. There’s
the idiot
who got in the car while we were pushing it.

The Hook – A Classic Halloween
Ghost Story

Shelagh was happy, it was Halloween and she was in love. This evening she would see Jack and they were
going to Reading to watch a movie that she particularly wanted to see. As she considered what to wear she hummed along to the music on her radio. The news presenter cut in to issue a news flash that a serial
killer had escaped from the nearby Broadmoor Mental Hospital. The presenter described the man as deranged with only one hand as the other had been replaced with a hook. He was not to be approached as he was
classified as very dangerous.

Shelagh took little notice of the newsflash as she sang to the next tune being played. She showered and dressed in her most fetching outfit for the evening out.

Jack arrived
in his new [to him] Lexus and they set off from Crowthorne to see the film. The movie proved to be excellent and on the way home Jack pulled into a quiet lane near Easthampstead for a kiss and a cuddle while
listening to the romantic songs played on his digital radio.

As had happened earlier the programme was interrupted by a news flash which stated that the killer was still at large and had not been taken into
custody. Jack appeared not to hear the news and carried on canoodling. Shelagh was now scared as Easthampstead is rather like the back of beyond and the night was pitch dark with no moon. She asked Jack to take
her home. Jack preferred to stay in the romantic situation in which he found himself and for some little while they argued about the ‘hook man’.

Just then, the car rocked and there was a loud noise. Shelagh
screamed at Jack to drive on and he seemed oblivious to the earlier movement. She shouted again and, Jack, with a scowl, raced off into the night.

At her home, near Crowthorne, Jack got out to open Shelagh’s
door as he thought that would impress her and let her know that he was not angry with her after their cross words.

He walked round the Lexus and stared fixedly at something on the side of the car, his mouth
gaped and moving soundlessly. Shelagh, concerned, rolled down her window and shrieked at what she saw.

There, on the door handle, right next to where she had been sitting hung, a hook.

Ghostly Story by Kate Bauer [Innkeeper]

Because of a guest, we have a confirmed ghost story. My
husband and I both experienced the same “feeling” and vision while outside working the orchard and blueberries — the funny part is I didn’t tell him about it when it happened (mine happened first and I didn’t
tell him, then his occurred some months later and he came in and told me).

My husband came in one day (about a month or so after I had my experience) and told me of his experience. Same man, same “watchful”
feeling. We both “saw” this figure in our side vision — a man watching us as we worked.

It also was a “feeling” of this voice telling us where to prune, how to do the job we were doing.

A “guiding
spirit,” we call him.

We found out later that it was Old Man Simon. How did we find out? We described this man to a guest (a relative of the Brewsters, who owned the property before us) that brought
pictures of Simon. She showed us the picture only after we described him. It was one of the original owners of this 260-year-old home!

A Real Ghost Tale for Halloween –
The Curse of the Flying Dutchman

The Flying Dutchman is a legendary cursed ship that was doomed to travel
around the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa for all eternity. It was made
famous in the movie Pirates of the Caribbean.

The legend of The Flying Dutchman started in 1641 when a Dutch ship sank
off the coast of the Cape of Good Hope. The captain, Henry Van der Decken,
failed to notice the dark clouds looming and only when he heard the lookout
scream out in terror did he realise that they had sailed straight into a
fierce storm.

The captain and his crew battled for hours to get out of the storm and at
one stage it looked like they would make it. Then they heard a sickening
crunch – the ship had hit treacherous rocks and began to sink. As the ship
plunged downwards, Captain Van der Decken knew that death was approaching.
He was not ready to die and screamed out a curse: ‘I WILL round this Cape
even if I have to keep sailing until the end of time!”

So, even today whenever a storm brews off the Cape of Good Hope, if you
look into the eye of the storm, you will be able to see the ship and its
captain – The Flying Dutchman. The legend goes that whoever sees the ship
will die a terrible death.

Many people have claimed to have seen The Flying Dutchman, including the
crew of a German submarine boat during World War II.

On 11 July 1881, the Royal Navy ship, the Bacchante, was rounding the tip
of Africa when they were confronted with the sight of The Flying Dutchman.
The midshipman, a prince who later became King George V, recorded that the
lookout man and the officer of the watch had seen The Flying Dutchman and he
used these words to describe the ship: ‘A strange red light as of a phantom
ship all aglow, in the midst of which light the mast, spars and sails of a
brig 200 yards distant stood out in strong relief.’

It’s pity that the lookout saw the Flying Dutchman, for soon after on the
same trip, he accidentally fell from a mast and died.

Fortunately for the English royal family, the young midshipman survived
the curse to become The King of England.

More Funny Ghost Stories for Halloween

Neil, the Drunk and the
Graveyard

One dark, windy night, just outside Doncaster in Yorkshire, England,
Neil, the town drunk was meandering his way home after the pub had closed.
Somehow Neil got turned around and ended up walking through the graveyard in
St Mary’s church instead of taking the Tadcaster road home.

The wind howled louder and Neil thought he could hear a voice calling his
name. Suddenly, the ground opened up in front of him, and he fell down, down
into an open grave. He could still hear the voice clearer and louder now,
calling to him. Neil knew it was Satan , coming for him just like the vicar
had said, on account of him being the town drunk.

The hole was very deep
and inside it was pitch black. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and after a
few moments, and he made out a form sitting in the darkness with him. It
called his name, and he scrambled away in fear, trying to climb out of that
terrible grave. Then the figure spoke to him, ‘You can’t get out,’ it
moaned.

Neil gave a shout of pure terror and leapt straight up in the air, caught
the edge of the hole in his hands, and scrambling out for his very life, he
ran for home as fast as he could go.

Inside the open grave, his neighbour Tony sighed in resignation. He, too,
had fallen into the hole a few minutes before his friend and had thought
that together they might help each other climb out.  Now he was going to have
to wait until morning and get the gravedigger to bring him a ladder.

The Funny Tale of The
Haunted House

A few years ago, two friends of mine, Bob and Mick and their dog, Susie,
moved into a old Victorian house in Leiston, Suffolk, England where we all
worked.

The rent was cheap, and it was one of the few places in the town that was
available. It was a classic two up, two down Victorian house. After being
there a week, two things dawned upon Bob and Mick.

One was, for some reason, they hadn’t bothered to sleep upstairs in the
bedroom yet. They were sleeping on the floor in the living room, and hadn’t
really questioned it or thought about it.

The second thing was that Susie, the dog, would never go up the stairs,
and would sometimes stare and sniff and pace at the bottom of the stairs,
barking at the landing and window that were halfway up the stairs. So the
evening they realized this, they decided to sleep upstairs, but just
couldn’t bring themselves to do it. They weren’t scared or uncomfortable in
the house; but they also just somehow wouldn’t go upstairs, especially at
night.

After they had been there a few weeks, and were still sleeping
downstairs, a neighbour introduced himself. ‘So it’s just the three of you
in the house?’, he asked.

‘Three of us? There’s just the two of us,’ answered Bob brightly.

‘Well, maybe one of your grandmothers has been visiting?’ remarked the
nosey neighbour.

‘No. What makes you say that?’ Mick inquired.

‘Well, almost every night, when your staircase light is on, I see an old
woman, rocking and looking out the side window. You guys are pulling my leg.
There’s an old women living in there, and you know it.’

Bob, Mick and Susie stayed at a friend’s house that night, and moved out
two days later.

A True, Funny
Paranormal Story for Halloween

This story was told to Will by Frank Romer, a member of the University of
Gloucestershire, Cheltenham, England, Paranormal Club. You must decide its
veracity yourself.

A paranormal investigative group in Cheltenham were called to a “haunted
house.” The homeowners warned the group that the house was haunted by an
especially “nasty” spirit that enjoyed playing pranks.

The team leader of the paranormal society invited along a friend from
Gloucester. He was a physicist, and amateur paranormal investigator, who
everyone called “Doc”. Doc believed that there were no such things as ghosts
or poltergeists, and that every type of haunting or unusual phenomenon had a
reasonable, earthly explanation.

They travelled across the town in cars filled with team members and
equipment. Upon arriving at the home, the team immediately started setting
up the monitoring equipment as the team leader and his friend, Doc, received
a tour of the home from the homeowner.

At one point in the tour, as the three men approach the staircase that
led to the second floor, very loud footsteps could be heard on the upstairs
landing.

‘Is anyone else home?’ Doc asked the homeowner.

‘No, my wife’s at work and we have no kids,’ the homeowner replied.

Excited to have his first opportunity to confront an alleged ghostly
spirit, Doc walked to the foot of the stairs. ‘Come on. You can do better
than that you lousy ghost.’ Doc yelled up the stairwell.

‘Doc, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ the paranormal team leader
advised. Doc ignored him. Instead, he stepped up onto the bottom step. ‘If
you’re really a ghost, why don’t you show us what you can really do, you
lousy, no-good prankster.’ Doc bellowed.

The moment the last word came out of his mouth, his trousers flew down
around his ankles. The homeowner and the team leader burst into laughter as
Doc, terrified, struggled to pull his trousers back up. He then stumbled as
fast as he could out the front door of the house. He refused to re-enter the
house or to talk about the episode ever again.

However, the episode went down in the records of the University
Paranormal Club as one of the most humorous moments the team had ever
witnessed in a haunted home. They still tell this funny ghost story to every
new team member

Footnote:
Please send us your funny ghost story for Halloween