Never Say

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Hi, I just read David Carroll's story titled "The Dead Here Still Walk" and I assure you, I know how the writer feels about the experience because I had a similar experience also. I originally from Indonesia and study here in US, so pardon me for my strange English. If you want to post this story, please make me anonymous, because I have never told anyone about this and so are my friends in this story. I thought that to write to you about this true story will help other people understand that it is better to not mess around with the other world. Frankly, I have to ask a friend to sleep in my bed tonight, since I am very afraid every time I remember this experience. This story happened when I was 17, now I am 22. A serious warning to all: Never say you don't believe in ghost at strange places, never. and if you can, don't go to strange places. Here is the story:

Me and five other friends, all males were driving around the town in Thursday night. Since we are in holidays at the time, we drove around until 11 o'clock pm. At this time, everyone doesn't have any idea where to go anymore, so we headed to my home. In the way home we talked about ghost stories and how we don't believe them. In the middle of the conversation, we saw a dark, two stories old house. A friend of mine, who drove the car, challenged all of us to go into the house, since we said we don't believe in ghost. We accept the challenge thinking that there were six of us, no ghost will dare to come near.

Actually, at this point I'm already dead scared but I pretended to be brave (later I found out that all of my friends are also dead scared). So we parked the car in front of the house. We took a flashlight from the car and headed into the house. Thinking that the door will be locked, one of my friend yelled, "Ghosts! come out!" and we all laughed.

Then the worst happened, the door is unlocked. My friend who drove the car turn on the flashlight and said, "Ready?" No one answered and we proceed into the house. I recited every prayers I can remember inside my heart when we enter the house. I believe all of my friends did the same. The house was empty and we just stood in the living room for awhile, then one of my friend who yelled before said that he wanted to go upstairs to challenge any ghost. At the middle of the stairs, we heard the door closes from below. My friend who is holding the flashlight turned his back and direct the flashlight to the door. It is closed.

Then I heard my friend in front said, "Oops, sorry, I didn't see you." Strange, since the five of us are at the middle of the stairs and he already reached the top. My friend swayed the flashlight towards the top of the stairs and there it is. A rotten corpse wrapped in white cloth stands at the top of the stairs. Its face is dark brown and smeared with dirt. We saw it clearly with the help of the flashlight. I don't know who started first, but we stumbled down the stairs towards the door. All six of us screamed and raced to open the door first in panic. Everyone were at the door at the same time, making it impossible to open the door since it opens towards our side. We automatically looked back again and saw the corpse still stood there rocking slowly back and forth, watching us pushes each others. Miraculously, I can push all five of my friends away from the door and opens it.

As soon as it opens, all of us raced to the car, pushing and pulling each other to become the first in the car. Eventually, all of us made it to the car and still shaking, yelled at our friend to drive away as soon as possible. We are still holding each other and occasionally turn our back to make sure nothing followed us, until we reached bigger street with cars passing by. We look at the car's clock and saw 11:15 pm. That is the most-worst 15 minutes in my live. I can't sleep alone for about four-five months after that and have to be accompanied by my brother if I want to go around my house at night. Before this experience, I never-ever had any strange experience before. So are my friends.

Now, if I'm alone and look at a flight of stairs, I always remember the face that I saw that night, and sometimes I would cry of afraid. I always sleep with lights on since then and never above 9 o'clock pm, because at that time my roommates usually still watch tv. This is my true story. Please remember my warning. It is better to avoid this kind of experience than to try to forget. I don't know why I wrote this, maybe I just need to tell someone about this.