Ghost Stories Where the Four Winds Meet

Four Winds Ghost Stories

 

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Mirror Image - A human hull transformed into an everlasting prince of the night, a Vampire. So much is gained, but not without loss.

One with so many powers is now powerless to gaze into a simple looking glass.  What does this malaise represent? No turning back? A release from mankind, yet the need for mankind in order to survive?

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Widow Maker - The city lay shrouded in the distance, looming like a fragile virgin clothed in white. The year was 2785.  Vincent’s keen eyesight cut through the fog, singeing over the towering steel buildings like a guided laser.  He was searching for something lost, something that he would probably never reclaim.  continue

 

The Haunted House - "Over here, I tell you!  The coffin is over here!"  Mona rolled her eyes up at Frank. Idiot. He was acting if he'd found the secret entrance in the wall rather than her. She had a good mind to turn back and let Frank stand his chances of being sacrificed by the coven of she-male vampires that inhabited the dungeon of the castle. . . . continue

The Crying Veil - Anna's eyes widened in terror as the wedding veil she had situated on her head was suddenly covered with blood - drops of blood.  She detected crying, pitiful crying as if someone in her head were in agony.... continue

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"Over here, I tell you!  The coffin is over here!"

Mona rolled her eyes up at Frank. Idiot. He was acting if he'd found the secret entrance in the wall rather than her. She had a good mind to turn back and let Frank stand his chances of being sacrificed by the coven of she-male vampires that inhabited the dungeon of the castle.

That's where Mona had discovered the secret door. Pure luck. It had happened right after the coven had disbursed to toss lots for Frank's body parts. From what she gathered, some parts were bloodier than others, thus more filling. To top it off, the 'girls' looked as if they were in need of some serious nourishment; pale faces, gaunt cheeks - upper and lower.

She heard the coffin creak open. She heard Frank scream. She heard his mother asking him, "I can't even die without you bothering in!  When am I going to be able to get some rest?"

"Mother?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I am your mother, the Queen of Vampires.  Mother of Frank.  Queen of Vampires."  Mona heard her ease out a frustrating sigh, but she held her place just outside the door of the cubby hole. She didn't want the image of Frank's dead, vampirific mother burned in her memory, even short-termed as it might be.

She heard his mother continue in a frustrated tone, "Now be a good boy and go along outside and play. Mona! I smell you out there!  Take Frank away so I can get some rest."

Mona had no time to react as Frank butted in, "But - but mother, there's a gang of - of pointy-teeth women running amok. Surely they'll catch us and make mincemeat of us before we are able to see safety."

"Frank, Frank, Frank.  Must I always solve all your problems, even from the grave?" his mother asked, obviously irritated.  "Do you remember the bottle of pills that I gave to you on your 13th birthday, dear son?"

"Yeah. But they tasted terrible."

"Yes, that's because they should.  Garlic tablets taste terrible.  Now! Have you got the bottle with you?"

"Yeah."

"Good!  Simply take two and you will make it to safety."

"I had always wondered what those pills were for...  But Mother-"

"Goodnight, Frank!" his mother told him and Mona detected the sound of what she assumed to be a coffin slamming shut.

Mona heard Frank babbling from the other room and she wanted to slap him hard, right into the cradle of reality. The coven would be here shortly - breaking in the room, then as Frank had referenced, they would quickly make mincemeat of them.

She heard the coffin lid squeak again, then Frank's mother yelled out to her, "Mona! If you don't get this cry baby out of here, I'll kill him!  Do you hear me? He's testing my nerves and they're shaky as is..."

"Yes, mother," Mona sighed, unwillingly going into the cubby hole and plucking Frank by the nape of the neck to drag him out of the room.

Mona barely had time to fish the garlic tablets from Frank's pocket and pop two into her mouth before the coven entered the room.  She reached back into the bottle, only to find it empty!

Thinking quickly, Mona yelled out in a chastising voice, "Mother??"

The lid of the coffin lifted once more and Frank's mother was obviously miffed.  "Oh bother!  Do I have to?"

"Mother...."

"Okay, okay..."

Mona nodded her head satisfactorily as two tablets appeared in the empty bottle.  She crammed them swiftly down Frank's throat, then they ran from the house, barely escaping in one piece.

Once outside, Mona opened her mouth to confront Frank regarding his idiocy that almost got them killed, but before she could speak, he told her curtly, "Well Mona, that settles it!  I think that we'll definitely have to sell the house."

"You 'think' so, huh Frank?"

Werewolf Meets a Gypsy - Once upon a time there lived a sweet werewolf and a cranky old gypsy.  The werewolf had come to accept his curse with time, deciding to make the best out of a bad situation.  No sense in remaining bitter about his wolf curse and full moons.   continue

 Dances With Wolfbane - If you will look closely within these shrouded walls, you will see a castle knitted into a cove.  Below the castle lies no gate, lies no walls, lies no clinging ivy - but a thatch of wolfbane, a wilting thatch of wolfbane.  And within the castle walls resides Shernoff, man about the town by day, werewolf by night...continue

I Want to Eat a Sheep - Little Sheep stood contentedly munching on the tender green grass of the valley floor as the sun sank in the western sky. Night would soon capture the day, but at least a full moon hung high overhead.  Sheep liked full moons for they were bright and helped in keeping the wild wolves at bay. continue

 Shadow Rider -  The night was young.  The yellow sun had vacated the cloudless sky a short hour ago leaving behind a shroud of intense heat.  continue

Midnight, Twilight, Daylight - Midnight.  Joe was preparing for his transformation as he glimpsed a full yellow moon flying high overhead through his open penthouse window.  He was three flights up, feeling closer to the moon than to the street below, but the jump from the window would be a piece of cake once the transformation occurred.  continue

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The Gypsy Tearoom - What does a gypsy love more than anything in the universe?   continue

Beneath a Gypsy Moon -  A full moon hung high over the night corridor.  The screech of a barn owl could be heard in the distance and it eerily mingled with the metal chimes of the dancing gypsy.   She had arrived alone this evening beneath a full moon that bore a misted halo and the promise of rain.  And there she danced before the small crowd of used car salesmen.  continue

Gypsy King - Once upon a time there lived a naughty gypsy king named Ferka.  Gypsy King Ferka did not like rules one little bit.  For example, whenever he walked on a sidewalk, rather than avoiding all the cracks so he wouldn't chance breaking his mother's back, Gypsy King Ferka stepped on all the sidewalk cracks.  continue

Silver Dollar Gypsy - Syeira was a beautiful gypsy who loved nothing more than belly dancing the night away.   continue

Sea Gypsy  - There once lived a gypsy that was so fond of the sea that his friends nicknamed him the Sea Gypsy.    continue

The Crystal Ball - A gypsy caravan had been through the area last night leaving behind a fog so thick that one could cut it with a knife.    continue

Caravan of Gypsies - Ten tipsy gypsies set off for adventure one summer day.  A few steps down the road, they met a man selling tambourines.   continue

There Wolf!  -There was something extremely odd about Dafney's date. He had an awful lot of hair, his upper lip kept quavering like a horse in heat, and he smelled a bit....wild, as if he'd been sleeping outdoors with a pack of wolves.  continue

The Companion -   "Helene, I asked before I boarded to come here if I could bring my companion with me and you said yes-"  continue

Honey, I'm Home -   "Honey, I'm home!" Colt eased out as he entered the small abode.  They never had been rich in money, but he and Nancy had always been rich in love.  continue

Moon Hunters - Charlie was a werewolf.  Had been since his early forties.  Situated on the edge of a precipice, he gazed upon the village below which he now knew was a pooling of idiots, blinded by evil - the evil that now hunted him.   continue

Six Pack Wolf Pack -  Original Werewolf poem by Sky Taylor.  continue

Nine Inch Nails - One hot August night, Sally examined her hands under the full moon sailing high overhead. She detested her hands, in particular her nails.  So boxy, so brittle, so wavy and too short.   continue

Cane Walker  - Once upon a time there was a young man obsessed with canes.  During the holidays, he bought out all the candy canes in town.     continue

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