Real Ghost Tales

When my stepmother was younger, she used to stay at her friend’s house all the time. One day she was telling me about a time she went over to play and they found a tree house.  This is what she said:

My friend Angie and I were playing outside in her backyard by the woods. We decided to look for different colored leaves, so we went on a path we had found. It would be easy to find our way back, because it didn’t have any turns or other paths leading into it.

After a few minutes of walking along, we came upon a tree house. We climbed up inside and we played in it for a while. After about a half hour, we started to get weird vibes from the tree house, like we didn’t belong there. So we climbed down and headed back to her house on the same trail we were just on.

After walking a few minutes, Angie stopped in front of me and I bumped into her. I looked at her face, she stood there, pale, mouth open, eyes wide. “What are you looking at?” I asked as I looked forward in the same direction she was staring. I almost had a heart attack as I stood there, confusingly looking at the same tree house we had just left.

We walked in the opposite direction, on a trail with no turns, how could we end up back here? That’s when we lost it. We ran in the opposite direction screaming, and after about 5 minutes of running through the woods, we found the main road that her house was on. We walked the rest of the way back in silence.

Sent in by Ashley Fracaso, Copyright 2008

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