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Halloween special

Scary costumes, scary movies, scary stories… Well, it must be Halloween season! For some, it’s just another holiday, while others live as year-round horror fiends who watches slasher flicks for breakfast. For them it’s nice that during this short portion of the year, society at large accepts their interests as culturally appropriate. And while ghostly fictional tales are fun, it’s always more exciting when a terrifying ghost story is allegedly true and real. Because, who really believes in ghosts….


“It was February 17th, 2013 when my uncle was admitted to Saint James hospital in Newark New Jersey. He had very advanced stage lung cancer, and was constantly in and out of the hospital. So, this was nothing new. Hell, half the time… I didnt even visit

Mom said this time was different. That his condition was getting worse, and that she didn’t think he had much time left. Mom was notorious for being dramatic, but this time I felt something was actually wrong. I made plans to see him the next day.

Visiting hours for the ICU were limited. I thought I planned it all out right, I thought I had left enough time. I didn’t. I didn’t make the visitation hours, and was turned away when I got there.

I remember how bad I felt. How guilty. And, of course, I knew I was going to hear it from mom. That night, around 1:30 am, I was woken up from what felt like a deep sleep. At the foot of my bed, was my uncle. But it wasn’t the uncle that I became familiar with over the last few years. That uncle was bald, and sick, and skinny, and honestly…. A little bit scary. This uncle, well… This version of my uncle was younger. Full head of hair, and energetic, full of all the life I’ve seen drained from him as of late.

‘You were the last one. Goodbye’

Just like that he was gone. It’s weird, because I don’t remember being afraid. I remember feeling, almost comforted. I laid my head back down, and fell asleep. Next morning, I go up to my mother, and tell her that I had the weirdest dream around 1:30 that Uncle Richard was in my room. I told her what he said before he disappeared and right after, my mother went white. She started to cry, barely able to keep it together. Eventually she regained composure, picked up her head and said,

‘Uncle Richard died last night, around 1:15am. You were the only one that didn’t get to see him.'”


“I was closing up the bar I was working at (in Savannah Georgia) one night after a long shift. As I was carrying a rack of glasses into the kitchen, I slipped on the wet floor I had just mopped, fell to the floor, and let out an instinctual “Aaah!”

Immediately afterwards, as I’m sitting on the wet floor, I hear a low pitched moan saying ‘help’. It was so audible that I actually thought it was a real person. This was startling considering I was the only person left in the bar. I stood up, completely frozen, and yelled, “hello?!”

Again, immediately, I hear the same low-pitched moan ‘help’, except this time it was louder and seeming to be moving closer. Now I’m starting to freak out a little bit, but for whatever reason, I decide to walk closer to where I heard the sound coming from. I yell very loudly, “HELLO??!” (I know this is the part, where if this were a movie… I’d die)

For the third time, I now hear a VERY loud, low-pitched moan, ‘HELP’. That was it for me. I ran back into the kitchen, grabbed the biggest kitchen knife I could find (because that seemed logical at the time…) grabbed my purse, ran out the door, and never looked back.

It was funny trying to explain to the chef the next day why he was missing a knife during his morning prep. Want to know the creepiest part THOUGH? I come to find out that there was some sort of accident that had occurred in the restaurant years before, with the son of the owner. A couple kegs of beer fell over on him. He was trapped. Yelling help. Until he passed from internal bleeding.


My house was built in 1904. It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block foundation. I have been living here for about 12 years. Of all the weird things that my siblings and me have seen or heard in this house this one event is my favorite. This happened to my brother. About ten years ago my brother and his best friends had started a garage band playing mostly “Spanish rock,” alternative music but in Spanish. His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. They would practice into the early evening, and they would usually call it quits by 8 pm. This was the time I usually showed up and went to bed, cause I worked the graveyard shift.

This happened in late fall, so the days were getting shorter, they had just finished a long session when the decision to head to someone else house came about. My brother handed his car keys to his buddy so they could load up the equipment. Everyone was outside sitting in my brother’s truck waiting for him. My brother was walking up the back stairs when he remembered that he had left his pancakes in a to go container sitting on a speaker in the basement. So he walks back in, and as he is about to retrieve his food container, out of the corner of his eye he sees it.

It is a shadowy figure, right at his peripheral vision, this feeling of dread and uneasiness washed over my brother. We had been taught that if you are in the presence of a spirit or ghost and you felt a bad vibe, to say quick prayer or to cuss at it. My brother chose the latter, he basically just told it “hey f*$@ you, I don’t have time for this s&%t”.

He started to walk to the back of the basement and briskly up the stairs, closing doors and turning off lights as he was walking out. The last light switch is on the opposite side of the front door…luckily the door was open and the light from the street lamp was flooding the living room with its amber light. My brother said he felt something at his back, but at no point did he turn around. As he flicked the last switch the living room went dark, as did rest of the house. As he stepped out he pulled on the door closing it behind him, still holding his food container in one hand.

He climbed into the drivers side of the truck, putting on his seat belt and getting ready to pull out of the parking spot directly in front of the house, when one of his friends asked ‘Hey wait what about your brother, isn’t he coming with us?’ My brother answered, ‘What do you mean? He went to work early tonight, he is already gone, do you see his car anywhere?’

The next question they asked ‘So then who was walking behind you when you were leaving the house?'”


Happy Halloween all you ghouls and goblins. Bv305 hopes you’re all safe this Halloween. But remember… DON’T follow the creepy noises, ALWAYS look behind you, and no matter what… DON’T TURN OFF, THE LIGHTS.

Written and edited by:

Victor Fonseca