I don't have any great ghost stories to share, or terrible Halloween happenings to pass on. And Halloween isn't my favorite of holidays, although it isn't my least fave, either. It's one of those in-between-ers for me. When I was a kid it just wasn't all that important - primarily because of religion but also because my parents didn't see the point in spending a lot of money on a costume that would be worn once, and only for a few hours. So I was the typical sheet-ghost or, one year, a roller-girl (my old roller skates and a tennis outfit).
I always wanted to have a great Halloween story to pass along - a ghostly occurrence or something. We definitely had the house for it: we lived in an old Victorian just outside our little town. The story goes that two brothers owned the land in that area and each built his own house. They kind of mirrored one another but our house was the nicer of the two - or maybe, after the brothers died, ours just had more historically minded owners. But what always intrigued me the most were the secret rooms.
Yes, secret rooms. There was a stairwell inside one wall, leading from the attic to a door hidden behind the kitchen pantry. There was a trap door under the foyer floor, leading to a closed in room with an under ground exit. And there were rumors that, at one time, that exit led to the stables. And in the stables was another tunnel - leading across the road to the brothers' home and stables.
I always figured anyone with enough secrets to need those kinds of rooms and escape routes had to have some big, bad secrets. And the ghosts to go along with it. So every Halloween - heck, anytime I was home alone, really - I'd wait and wait and wait to see...something.
But all I got was weird creaking of boards. 'Settling' they called it. Was that a ghost? I don't know...
What about you? Have a ghost story you want to tell this Halloween?