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 Fog - A Short Ghost Story - Finale

So thick, you could cut it with a knife...

Adam was so much like her grandfather - same determined spirit, same kind heart. She had always been grandfather's favorite and she remembered well, sitting on his wide lap, tugging at his sailor's cap and sanding her small hands over his bearded face. She adored him; simply adored him....

Adam broke her reverie, easing out in a concerned tone, "Love, it's not long now and I need you to know how much I love you.  And - and how sorry, how terribly sorry that I am for landing us into this-"

"Ssshhhh," Mary Ann pleaded, holding a hand to his lips to silence him. She felt her palm being brushed by a kiss, the gesture so sweet, so pitifully sweet that she could not help but to feel robbed by Life. She and Adam had planned a lifetime together, but it was not to be.

The ship was so close now that the small craft was rocking to and fro. Mary Ann was frightened and she felt Adam jerk her to him.

He whispered into her ear faintly, and she could hardly make his voice out as the ship was quickly treading water, the noise deafening.  He told her, "You must not let go of me, Mary Ann. No matter what, don't let go."

They looked up and the ship was so close that they were engulfed in almost total darkness, all but a small shadow of light to the starboard side of the boat.

Then suddenly, something was moving the boat, swiftly, agilely away from harm's way. An undercurrent? The boat rocked wildly as it ripped through the sea and Mary Ann had clutched Adam so tightly that she was certain that her hands were wet with blood rather than sweat.

And suddenly, the ship had moved past them, on into the dark of night. She was crying, knitted closely into Adam's embrace. He was showering her face with kisses, comforting her, telling her that it was alright - that they had lassoed a miracle.

Mary Ann pulled away, drying her face with the back of her hands. It was going to be okay now. They were safe....finally safe.

As the moon suddenly rolled into view, Adam busied himself with getting the boat back to shore.  

As for Mary Ann, something on the bottom of the boat caught her eyes. With shaking hands, she slowly reached out to clasp the sailor's hat.....

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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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