ghost story Archives - Alison Ver Halen

Ghosts and Hairbrushes: Part VII

All the lights went out and the figure Stacie had seen at the foot of her bed last night appeared in the middle of the kitchen.

“This is not a game! The ghosts have your hairbrush, and now they have access to you. That’s what you saw last night.”

I just had this feeling that something was standing over me. As crazy as it sounds, I think that’s what woke me up.

Her aunt called, but Stacie was paralyzed as she stared at the figure at the foot of her bed, which grinned as it stared back at her.

“Everyone I know keeps dying and leaving me their stuff! What am I supposed to do? Say, ‘Thanks for the heirloom, but I don’t want it’?

“You don’t just ‘fix up’ a concussion. Your brain needs time to heal itself, and while it does, I’m going to be here to help out.”

Craig clutched the rim of the toilet seat as he barfed his guts up. It was miserable, but it was still better than what was waiting for him.

My finger was less than an inch from the knife when it flew away from me and flipped in the air so the point faced me and my sister. We froze.

“I never said anything about the house being haunted,” I told my sister. “But after having seen that, I’m not so sure.”

“I’m not tired. Well, I am, but that doesn’t mean I lit the stove and then forgot about it. I know I didn’t light it.”