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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Finders Keepers - A Free Short Ghost Story ~ Page 2

One may not always want to keep what one finds...

"Well, perhaps he was talking about accidents. I don't think he's insured, yet.  Okay, what do you want to do?  Tell the Professor what we've found? Or not?  I just don't feel right disturbing it - whatever it is, goose egg or not. It's actually not our legal find."

One month later.....

"So, is this the area where you found it?" the Professor inquired, as he, Sam and Jessica snaked their way through the thin passages of the cave.

"Yeah, this is the spot," Sam assured him, leading the way.  

The Professor was lagging a bit behind but as they grew nearer and nearer to their destination, his pace seemed to be picking up.

"I still don't know about this," Jessica whispered up to Sam as she walked a hand's space away from him. "He's acting very greedy."

"Um hum," Sam eased out.  "We'll see what happens, k?"

"K."

Fifteen minutes later, they had reached the room where the find lay, it's brightness lighting the path.

The Professor was the first to reach the find, almost knocking down Jessica as he made his own private path.

"Oh, it's magnificent!" the Professor delighted, his eyes claiming the glow. "And it's all mine! I'm famous, mind you, famous!"

The room went suddenly quiet and he darted his gaze to Sam and Jessica. Defending his proclamation, he said, "Surely you'll agree? I'm the one who holds the grant-"

"You're a thief, Professor," Sam bit out, totally disgusted with the situation.

"You made claim before we could - only because we trusted you," Jessica filled in, just as disgusted with the situation as Sam.

The Professor averted the accusation, instead saying, "My, but it's hot in here."

"It's the heat radiating off the find," Sam drawled, wiping his mouth. He hated being this angry, this disgusted with human life.

She broke through his thoughts as she remarked to the Professor, "We think that the find must stay where it is.  It shouldn't be disturbed - at least not until we know what it is."

"Right," Sam echoed, straightening, but that was a mistake for his hat dusted the top of the cave's ceiling. Lucky for him it was void of stalactites.

That was yet another thing that had irritated him about the Professor. He had been touching every formation possible during the hike to the find. Idiot. One touch wiped out centuries of cave life.

"Nonsense!" the Professor announced, reaching for the find. "I'm taking it with me now.  Finders keepers-"

He emitted a tortuous scream as Sam and Jessica watched the find melt a hole right though his hand, then landed with a thud on his left leather hiking boot.  They could hear it sizzling from where they stood in shock as he pleaded, "Please - get it off!  I beg of you - "

Both Sam and Jessica ran to him, Jessica smartly wrapping his bludgeoned hand with the vest she had removed while Sam went to remove the find.

Sam was intent on not touching it, as he didn't want to meet the same demise as the Professor. That, and he didn't want to set off a further imbalance.

He was shocked as he went to remove the find with his the edge of his backpack and it virtually flew into his hand.

Sam's eyes widened, and he braced for the inevitable.

Nothing happened. The find felt as cool as a cucumber.

Jessica's gaze met Sam's, then he made haste to return it to where it had rested for eons, before disruption by the Professor's hand, which amazingly had almost completely sealed back up. It was as if his hand had never been injured. The only tell-tell was the top of his hiking boot which remained charred.

Sam calmed a bit, catching his breath. "The find will stay where it is - undisturbed.  And that's final, Professor."

For once, the Professor was speechless.

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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

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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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