HACK - A Short Ghost Story

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Uploaded by on Dec 19, 2011

My entry to The Woman In Black Ghost Story Competition

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My first job was working as a paper boy.

The worst part of the job was delivering to the old farm house at the far end of the village. It was completely out of the way, and if we hadn't had to deliver the evening edition of the local paper there each day, the job would have taken half as long.

What was most unusual was that there was never anyone around at the farm, and it looked completely derelict. The windows were covered up with old newspaper.

Me and my brother would toss a coin to decide who would have to go and force the paper through the coarse, brush of the letterbox. Once we'd delivered the paper we would race away as fast as possible, not daring to look behind.

I'll never forget that day my brother was ill.

I had to do the paper round on my own, the job took twice as long, and by the time I reached the old farmhouse it had already gotten dark.

When I arrived I found that the front door was missing from its frame.

I was going to have to go inside to deliver the paper, otherwise it might blow away or get wet and I would be in trouble.

I knocked on the door-frame: "Hello?"

No response.

I wandered into the hall; the furnishings were all grey and peeling. The kitchen was in a similar state, the shelves were bare.

I placed the paper on the table and then turned around to leave.

I heard a creaking on the staircase.

I didn't want to look. Something told me that I should not look and that I should just leave and get home as quick as possible.

I heard the creaking once more.

I slowly turned my head, almost against my will...

There, right at the top of the stairs, was a horrific old woman staring straight through me, her jaw creaking in a sickening manner.

I rushed out the house and rode home. I told my brother the story and we both vowed to give up delivering papers.

When the postman came to tell us off for not doing our job, we told him what had happened.

He paused as he checked the address: "there's been a mistake boys, the owner of that house died over a decade ago... she used to write for the local paper."

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  • this is great BOOHAHAHA 

  • THIS IS BRILLIANT

  • Good luck big mick!

  • Good luck Mike!

  • @MysticalxMagic not about the video it's about a good story?

  • Oh, you poor thing! Background noise ... no chilly music whatsoever ... You could've made it so much better! Whyyyyy?

  • Good luck!

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