The Wee Democracy

ghost stories

man, there is nothing i love more than a good ghost story, especially the ones purported by close friends and relatives to be a matter of the unvarnished truth. it's fun, whenever anyone brings up ghost, someone's always got a story. and it's one of those topics that allows people to tell some story that's usually beefed up a bit, with no admittance, though, but no one cares. the more spooky and wholly unbelievable it is, the better.

i remember this one time, my friend patrick and i went to walmart late at night. we were bored as hell, and it was the night before we were both going home for thanksgiving break. going to walmart in the middle of the night was always a fun trip. on the way there, we heard that song "love rollercoaster". i don't know at what point it is in the song, but there's a scream. and i don't mean one of those musicy screams that people do at concerts or whatever. i mean a full throated motherfucker that really just sounds...scary. and patrick told me that the rumor went, a woman was murdered down the hall from the recording studio. not true, of course, but it sure sounds freaky as hell.

it didn't stop there, oh no. no, dumbasses that we are, decided, like many a dumbass on a camping trip, to proceed in a mini marathon of ghost stories and urban legend telling. none of that "my roommate was murdered and a message was written on the wall" shit. nah, this was little known mexican legends, la llarona. now, if you don't know who la llarona is, look her up. shit is scaaaaary.

we told each other scary dreams we had, stories that had been passed down from our aunts and uncles. we scared the crap out of ourselves. all the way to walmart and back, we did this. and patrick had to park waaaaaay the fuck away from the dorm. it was like, 3 in the morning, and campus was a fuckin' ghost town anyway, let alone the time of night.

we passed a bronze statue of a horse, and i swear to god....i heard that bastard neigh. that's how strong the power of suggestion was that time.

fuck, i'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight.

so, if you've got a killer ghost story, let me hear it: weedemocracy@yahoo.com



feeling: scared...goddammit!
thinking of: watching a comedy while i fall asleep
song of the day: what else? love rollercoaster by the ohio players