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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The Crying Veil - Act II

Unrequited love gets even...

"Ellen! Listen to me!!" he yelled out, his tone far too loud, exercising his frustrations.

Anna paused at the mirror, furrowing her forehead. That faint echo; it was Russell.  Her 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. And a faint voice cried out, "One in the house does not love you...  Even now, he plots against you....  Go to him now, Anna..."

Frightened that she was losing her mind, she jerked off the veil, but when she glanced at it, the blood was gone.  Not even a stain remained. It was as if she had imagined it all - as white as a virgin.  And that voice - that silly, idiotic voice.  Was she going crazy?  Giddy?  So happy that she was delirious?

Perhaps the stress of the situation, she told herself, the matter too disturbing to contemplate further.  The evening light had a way of playing tricks anyway, she went on to confirm in her thoughts, placing the situation aside.

Even so, she couldn't put the disturbing thoughts aside. Best that she find Russell to silence this voice inside her head that would not die.

Five minutes later, Russell was still waging a tongue war with Ellen on the phone.  His heart was suddenly in his dry throat, for now she had intentions of coming over and 'talking some sense into his dense head', as she had put it.  That just wouldn't do!  She was going to ruin everything!

Anna's hand went up to knock at the door, but she drew it back quickly as she heard Russell yell out impatiently, "Just stop it!!  Ellen, I swear that I'll be divorced from her as quickly as I'm married to her. We'll have all the money we could ever want. Please, I'm begging you to trust me-"

Russell cut off his plea to Ellen as Anna suddenly appeared before him, her face ironed over with shock.  Slamming down the phone, he reached out to her to attempt an explanation, but it was too late as she was already running from the room......

A month later, Anna decided to return the wedding gown - as she certainly didn't have use for it.  She supposed that she would never be able to trust another man again.

When she entered the quaint shoppe, the owner widened her eyes, then made her way over to her.  "I was afraid of this."

Anna delivered a questioning look and the shopkeeper continued, "Twelve times I've sold this gown and twelve times it's been returned.  Each time, the bride jilted.  You too, dear?"

"Yes..."

The shopkeeper gently took the gown from Anna and eased out, "I fear it is haunted, this gown with the crying veil..."

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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

Featured Gypsy Stories

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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