A Spine Tingler

  
By:  Veronica  •  2 weeks ago  •  12 comments


A Spine Tingler
"I got a stern reprimand from my parents for being up out of bed playing with my toys well past my bedtime"

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This is not my story.  It is one I have found to be a little hair raising when you picture the words....


"The Rocking Horse"

One night, when I was maybe 10-12, I had trouble falling asleep. My bedroom was the entire top floor of our house with my bed and such being on the left side and storage closets and a play area being on the right. I was lying in bed when I heard a noise from the other side of the room and see a rocking horse begin to rock. It was sitting just outside one of the storage closet doors. It proceeded to rock its way halfway across the room and stopped dead under the ceiling light. At this point I was freaking out and just buried my head under my blankets and never peeked out again until morning.



It was all confirmed to not be a dream as the rocking horse was still in the middle of my room when I woke up. Furthermore, I got a stern reprimand from my parents for being up out of bed playing with my toys well past my bedtime. Their bedroom was directly below the storage closet/play area and had heard the creaking of the rocking horse shuffling across the room.

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/ghost-stories_b_8296528




Now just picture that horse & hear the squeak squeak.



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Veronica
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1  author  Veronica    2 weeks ago

 
 
 
pat wilson
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2  pat wilson    2 weeks ago

Good one. I'll be reading the others in that article.

 
 
 
Trout Giggles
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3  Trout Giggles    2 weeks ago

I don't think I will be buying my grandchildren rocking horses

 
 
 
Kavika
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4  Kavika     2 weeks ago

Good story.

 
 
 
Paula Bartholomew
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5  Paula Bartholomew    2 weeks ago

I have one for you and it is real because it happened to me.

I had a favorite uncle who spent half his time here and half in Mexico hosting camping trips for tourists.  One winter he failed to show up for his annual pace maker follow up.  After a month and no word from him, we contacted the Mexican authorities.  After another month had passed, we all decided to do a search ourselves.  I was stationed in TX at the time and got leave approved. We were going to meet in San Diego and head to Baja.  A couple of days before I was to head out, I got a phone call.  The voice was my uncle's but he sounded strange as if strained and  muffled.  He said one thing and then the line went dead...."I'm cold, I'm cold. Come get me."  We heard from Mexico the following day.   My uncle had been murdered there and his body was thrown off of a cliff into the ocean.  The authorities thought it was the work of drug smugglers to get his 4WD truck which although old, was totally tricked out as it was also his home six months a year.   It was estimated that he had been dead for almost two months.

 
 
 
Veronica
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5.1  author  Veronica  replied to  Paula Bartholomew @5    2 weeks ago

Chills - definitely chills.

 
 
 
Paula Bartholomew
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5.1.1  Paula Bartholomew  replied to  Veronica @5.1    2 weeks ago

I have another one if anyone is interested.

 
 
 
Veronica
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5.1.2  author  Veronica  replied to  Paula Bartholomew @5.1.1    2 weeks ago

Oh yes.... I love spinglers.

 
 
 
Paula Bartholomew
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5.1.3  Paula Bartholomew  replied to  Veronica @5.1.2    2 weeks ago

Here goes.

I was an ag major in college, so my mom shipped me off to my grandmother's farm/ranch for some field experience.  She was married to a disgusting little man who totally creeped me out.  I hated him soooo much for taking my grandfather's place that I wanted to kill him and one day I almost did...on purpose.  I was sitting on top of a harvester handing him tools.  He had one wrench that must have weighed 3 lbs.  As I was looking at the top of his ugly bald head, I raised that wrench and was ready to take him out when it happened.  My arm was raised but something grabbed my arm and as hard as I tried, I could not lower that wrench, so I dropped it.  Only then did I have control over that arm again.  That night, I dreamed about my grandfather and he said to me..."He is not worth it."

 
 
 
Veronica
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5.1.4  author  Veronica  replied to  Paula Bartholomew @5.1.3    2 weeks ago

That is very eerie.  I don't know what I would have done if something grabbed my arm & held it like that.  And your grandfather was right - he wasn't worth it.

 
 
 
Trout Giggles
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5.1.5  Trout Giggles  replied to  Paula Bartholomew @5.1.3    2 weeks ago

I figured it was your grandfather before I got to the last sentence

 
 
 
Paula Bartholomew
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5.1.6  Paula Bartholomew  replied to  Trout Giggles @5.1.5    2 weeks ago

My grandfather and I were like peas and corn despite him shooting me in the leg with a load of bacon rhine and rock salt when I was around 5.  (A story for another time).  I had Lester pegged from day one and it took the family 20 years to admit I was right about him.  There was more than one family member who wished I had finished the job.

 
 
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