Hello everyone! Welcome to the 10th Day of Blogoween and my 6th entry to the event! Today’s prompt. created by Camilla @ Reader in the Attic, is all about local supernatural stories in your area and even your own personal experience that you think deserves their own novel. Luckily for you, I am sharing two stories with you today! The first will be a local story and the second will be a personal experience I had. It’s time to get spooky!
Local Story: (tw, murder, hanging)
A few miles from my home, there is a street that held a nunnery. While the nunnery was active, many tragedies has occurred. The first of many tragedies occurred was that several nuns have been accused of witchcraft and hanged without trial. The house where they practiced their witchcraft began to sink slowly into the earth. Later, during a late night, an inmate from an insane asylum (there’s none around here that I know of) escaped and broke into the the nunnery where many has been killed.
Sometime later during one day, a nun who was walking down the street near the nunnery was struck by a moving vehicle. It is said that the nun flung face first into the same tree where nuns were hanged years before. It is said that if you find the tree, it will bear the markings of the nun’s face who hit the tree face first.
Personal Experience:
When I was just a child, my family moved into our new home. As one may have experienced, the first couple of nights in a new house can be restless. On the second night, I woke up in the middle of night and found my door was open as my parents normally left doors open during the night. When I looked down the hall, I saw my sister standing against the wall outside her room looking down, with her hair covering her face. I did not know what was wrong, so I jumped out of bed and walked to her. When I got up to her, I said her name and and she looked up. As she looked up, she vanished from thin air and completely disappeared. I never even saw her face. Since not believing in what I just witnessed, I peeked into my sister’s room only to find her sleeping soundly and peacefully. As I recounted what happened during the morning of to my parents, my sister walked in to mention that on the first night, she saw someone similar standing next to the end of her bed. We never have seen the girl again after that.
Spooky, isn’t it? I hope I didn’t scare you to much or send chills down your spine. While I don’t believe that my personal experience is enough for its own novel, perhaps the story of the nuns and the house could be warped into some interesting novel, but it would need a lot of additional details. If you have a spooky local supernatural story or a personal experience that you’re not afraid to share, link back to Camilla’s post and share your answers on Twitter with #blogoween!
