Classic Ghost Stories

October 18, 2018

Remember the scary stories you used to tell at sleepovers? The classics that everyone knew?

Here are a few to jog your memory. I promise the kiddos will get a kick out of them. Sarah and Sadie LOVED it and were even inspired to make up their own. It was pretty cute.

I’ve chosen three. The Viper and The Hotel Room have funny endings and are totally safe to tell little kids. The Babysitter might be too much for little kids, but it’s great for slightly older kids wanting more of a scare.

If you’d like more, www.scaryforkids.com is a great resource with a ton of stories to choose from. For something you can put on the shelf, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz is a complete collection of all the old tales and urban legends.

Enjoy!

The Viper

There was a man who inherited a house when his uncle died. The house sat on a hill outside of town and rumor had it that the old place was haunted. The man decided to move in straight away despite his reservations.

But late that night, the phone rang and when he answered it a creepy voice said, “I am the Viper. I will be there in 2 hours!” and then hung up before he could say anything.

Not long afterwards, the phone rang again and the same creepy voice said, “I am the Viper. I will be there in 20 minutes!” and hung up.

This made the man quite nervous and he began to wonder who this mysterious caller could be.

Before he knew it, the phone was ringing again. “I am the Viper. I will be there in 5 minutes!”

Needless to say, the man began to panic.

Again, the phone rang and the man slowly lifted the receiver and put it to his ear.

“I am the Viper. I will be there in 1 minute!” said the voice.

The man ran around locking all the windows and doors and then called the police. They told him that officers were on their way.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Shaking with fear, the man opened the door a crack and asked, “Is that the police?”

“No,” replied the voice, “I am the Viper. I vash and vipe the vindows… vere should I start?”

version from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz

Bloody Fingers

A businessman walked into hotel late one night and asked for a room. The hotel manager told him the hotel was all booked up.

“We’ve only got one room left,” he said. “It’s on the 13th floor and we don’t rent that one because it’s haunted.”

“I’ll take it,” said the businessman. “I don’t believe in ghosts and all that nonsense.”

The man took the key and went up to the room to get some sleep. As soon as he turned off the lights and got into bed, he heard the closet door squeak open. A pale, ghostly figure emerged and staggered forth. It’s fingers were dripping with blood.

The ghost moaned, “Bloody fingers! Bloody fingers!”

When the man laid eyes on the horrible sight, he grabbed his suitcase and ran out of the room, still in his pajamas.

The next night an old woman arrived at the hotel very late at night. The manager told her the same thing.

“Sonny, I’ve seen a lot in my day,” she told him. “Nothing could bother me.”

As soon as she switched off the lights and got into bed, the closet door creaked open and a ghastly figure stepped out. Its fingers were still dripping blood all over the floor.

It moaned again, “Bloody fingers! Bloody fingers!”

The old woman shrieked and ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

The next night a teenage boy arrived at the hotel very late. He, too, took the haunted room despite the manager’s warning. He paid for his room, got the key and headed upstairs. After he had unpacked, the took out his guitar and began to strum some tunes.

Soon, the closet door creaked open and the ghost appeared. As before, its fingers were bleeding, soaking the carpet with blood and it was moaning, “Bloody fingers! Bloody fingers!”

The boy didn’t pay any attention to the ghost. He just kept strumming his guitar.

The ghost kept moaning, and its fingers kept bleeding. “Bloody fingers! Bloody fingers!”

Finally, the boy stopped playing the guitar. He looked straight at the hideous apparition and said, “Oh, hush! Get yourself a Band-Aid.”

version from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz

The Babysitter

There was a young girl who was in need of a job and was able to find work as a babysitter for a couple who lived in a large, isolated, old house. They were going out to see a movie that night and left the teenage babysitter in charge of their three young children.

The babysitter put the children to bed and then went downstairs to watch some television. She was just getting comfortable when she heard the phone ringing. When she answered it, all she heard was heavy breathing followed by a man’s voice asking, “Have you checked on the children?”

Freaked out, she hung up the phone, trying to convince herself that it was just someone playing a practical joke on her. She went back to watching television, but about 15 minutes later, the phone rang again. She picked up the receiver and heard hysterical laughter from the other end of the line. Then, the same voice asked, “Why haven’t you checked on the children?”

The babysitter slammed down the phone. The poor girl was frightened out of her wits and immediately called the police. The operator at the police station told the babysitter that if the man called again, she should try to keep him talking. That would give the police time to trace the call.

A few minutes later, the phone rang a third time and when the babysitter answered it, she heard the heavy breathing again. The voice on the line said, “You really should check on the children.” The babysitter listened to him laughing hysterically for a long time. She hung up the phone again and almost immediately, it rang again.

This time it was the operator from the police station. She yelled, “Get out of the house right now! The calls are coming from the upstairs phone!”

The babysitter dropped the phone in shock and suddenly she heard heavy footsteps walking down the stairs. Without pausing for a second, she ran out of the house as fast as her legs would carry her. Just as she closed the front door behind her, a man’s hand slammed against the glass. She screamed and ran into the street just as a police car was pulling up outside.

The police searched the house and found the three children upstairs, hiding in a closet, crying uncontrollably. In the parents’ bedroom, they found a bloody axe lying on the floor next to the upstairs phone. The back window was wide open and the curtains were blowing in the breeze. There was no sign of the madman who had made the calls. He had escaped into the night when the police arrived and managed to interrupt his horrible plan to kill the three children and the poor babysitter.

version from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz

 

 

One response to “Classic Ghost Stories”

  1. […] Two years ago, I bought a cheap fire pit and surprised Sarah and Sadie with a s’more night. It blew their young minds when suddenly we were roasting s’mores over an open fire in our very own backyard. With the cooler weather and Halloween just around the corner, it seemed the perfect time to cozy around the cheap fire pit once again, roast marshmallows and tell ghost stories. […]

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