Fannie Poteet sat cross-legged on her Uncle John's front porch; her favourite rag doll clutched under one arm. The late afternoon sun shone through the leaves of the giant Oak tree, casting it's flickering light on the cabin. This golden motion of light entranced the child and she sat with her face turned upward, as if hypnotised. The steady hum of conversation flowed from inside the cabin.

"Ellen,why don't you spend the night here? it's getting dark and it's awfully late"

"I will be fine sally" replied Fannie's mom.The laughter that followed her mother's statement broke the child's musings and she stood up pulled her dress over her protruding petticoat,and stepped inside.

"Get ur shawl,Fannie. when the sun goes down it will get chilly."

As the girl went to the chair to retrieve her wrap, her uncle came in from the room back with a lantern.

"You will need this Ellen. This wick is new and I've filled it up for you"

"I appreciate it Jhonny" said Ellen.

Ellen kissed her younger brother good-bye and hugged Sally gently.Tucking her doll under her left arm and gathering the shawl with the same hand she stood patiently. Uncle John patted her head and said "bye pumpkin".

This bought a smile to Fannie's face and swept away all her thoughts. Ellen took the lamp which was already lit. Heavy rains during the last week had left the dirt road impassable for anyone on foot so, they took the short-cut by following the railroad track. Once on the track they proceeded in the directions of their own home. Ellen began telling Fannie stories.The little girl loved hearing her mother's stories.

The sun's last rays were sinking behind the tree-studded mountains. Shadows rose continuously from the dense woods on both sides of the track. Rustling sounds from the rush cause Fannie to jump, but her mother's voice calmed her fears.

"it's all right child,just foxes and possums".

A hoot of owl's mournful cry floated out of the encroaching darkness and Fannie tightened her grip on her mother's hand. It was a moonless night. Fannie tripped over the chunks of gravel scattered and Ellen realised her daughter was tired.

"we'll rest a while child. My guess is that we have less than a mile to go."

Ellen set the lantern down and sat on the railway track.

"Mammy it's so dark and scary. Will god watch over and protect us?".

"yes Fannie, god is always with you and when you need his strength call out his name"

while contemplating her mother's advice, Fannie was distracted by a sound. The sound came from the direction they had travelled from. It was very faint but unlike other noises she had grown used to along the way. The slow methodic sound coming....

"Mammy do you hear that?"

"Hear what ,child?"

Fannie moved closer to her mom and said

"It's somebody else coming!"

Ellen hugged her daughter and said

"You're imagining things Fannie. let's go home otherwise your papa will be worried."

They two again resumed their journey. After a while the sound began again. This time the steps were more distinct and closer. The distant ringing of heavy boots echoed in the dark.

"Mammy, i hear it again!"

"Hush! child, see there's nothing" Ellen said by swinging the lantern....

"The air sure smells like rain. The wind is picking up a mite too, we'll be home soon. There is the last bend."

Fannie found comfort in her mother's voice but the steps rang louder in the darkness. It was the sound of boots, heavy hobnail boots.

"Mammy,it's getting closer!"

"Let's hurry mammy. Can't you hear it's closer and I'm scared. let's run!!."

"All right child, but see I'm telling you there's nothing there."

Ellen said making her last sweep around with lantern as they proceeded and she cried out

"Here Tinker, come on boy"

The dog raced up the path leading to the track and they two nearly collided with him as they soles down the trail to home.

"Ellen, is that you?"

Fannie's heart filled with joy as her father's voice rang out of the darkness....

They came to home and Ellen helped Fannie undress and gently tucked her in the bed. The snoring of her brother in the back made her smile and be thankful that she and her mother were safe and sound. Before closing her eyes her mother's voice rang in her ears.....

"I heard the steps. I didn't wanted to frighten the child. I kept swinging the lantern and telling her there was nothing to be afraid of. But just before we got off the tracks, I turned the lantern last time....That's when i saw what was following us...!! I saw the figure of a man...A man without a head..!!!!"

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About ten years ago my 3 year old son and I moved into a new house. Well, it was new to us, but it was actually a very old house. The inside of the house always seemed to be just a little darker and a little colder than it should be. I had noticed that the first time I went to view the house but as it was summer I figured it would save on cooling costs.

Soon after we moved in a friend of mine came by. We were sitting and talking for a few minutes but she seemed uncomfortable the whole time. Then I saw in her face that something in the other room caught her attention. Her eyes got big. She said "I have to go." I asked her what was wrong but she said she didn't want to tell me. I kept after her because her reaction was kind of freaking me out. On her way out the door she finally said "This house is haunted" but she wouldn't tell me what made her think so. Still to this day ten years later she refuses to tell me what she saw.

About a week after that night my 3 year old son casually asked me who the old lady in the bathroom was.

One day I was leaving for work but once I got to the car I realized I needed to run back in the house to get something. I walked in to the house and as soon as I got inside this framed photo on the wall shot off the wall. Now, I don't mean it fell because of some issue with the nail or anything like that. It shot horizontally away from the wall, not vertically down. And it landed on a mosaic table with enough force to break some of the tiles off of it. I felt like whatever was in the house was pissed that I came back in after it thought I had left for the day!

After living in the house for about six months, I noticed a weird square cut into the boards on the deck. There was no handle but I was able to pry it up. The hole was just big enough to fit through, and there was a ladder going down. For some reason I went down and found myself in what looked like a homemade basement. It was basically just a room dug out of the earth, no constructed walls or stone supports or anything like you would expect if it was a basement that was built with the house. It was very dark but I could see over in the corner a suspicious-looking large stone. It looked like one of those light-colored 100+ year old headstones that you see in old cemeteries. Just then some camel crickets started jumping at me so I got my *** out of that "basement" as fast as I could and never went back.

Now, this is the part that affected me most and the reason we left the house. One night I was in bed but not yet asleep, laying on my stomach. I heard someone walk into the room. I heard footsteps come from the doorway over to my bed. I didn't realize until later that the fact that I heard the footsteps was weird because the room was carpeted. When the footsteps reached my bed, I felt someone put their hands on my back. Two hands, just gently laid flat on my back and kept there. I assumed it was my son. I said "What are you doing?" but no one answered. I looked up and no one was there. I got up and checked my son's bedroom but he was in bed asleep.....

A CREEPY SMILE CAME WHEN I LOOKED BACK AND THE LIGHTS STARTED TO FLICKER......

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Major Sangster (Retd.), a teacher, had been teaching for 20 years at an Anglo-Indian Public School in Shimla, was returning to school late one evening, after a game of billiards are the Shimla club. The Bazaar, with it's cinemas and restaurants, was about two miles from the school. Major Sangster, a bachelor, usually strolled into the town in the evening and used to return after dark. When he return he used to take a short-cut through a pine forest.

Twenty years of living in a boarding-school, and knowing -- without really ever getting to know -- thousands of polite but distant Indian school boys, had made the major rather lonely or despondent.

When there was a strong wind, the pine trees made sad, errie noises that kept most people to the main road. The hill people believe that each tree has its own resident spirit, only waiting to take position of an unwary passer-by. But major sangster was not a nervous or imaginative man; he believed in science and not in science-fiction.

On this particular night he was carrying a torch. It's pale-gleam (the batteries were running down) moved fitfully along the narrow forest path. The flickering light of torch fell on the figure of a boy who was sitting by himself on an outcrop of rock, Major Sangster stopped in some surprise. Boys were not supposed to be out of school after 6 p.m., and it was now almost 11p.m.

"what are you doing here ?" asked the Major coming nearer in order to try and recognise the miscreant....

But even as he approached the boy, the Major could tell that something was wrong. The boy appeared to be crying. He held his head in his hands, and his body shook. But it was a strange soundless weeping which made Major feel distinctly uneasy.

"well--what's wrong?" asked the major, his anger giving way to concern. "what are you crying for ?"

The boy would not answer or look up. His body was still racked with silent sobbing. "Come, tell me the trouble. look up."

The boy took his hands away from his face and looked up at his teacher. The light from the major's torch fell full on the boy's face. He had no eyes, ears, nose or mouth. His face---if you could it that---was a round smooth head, covered by a school cap.

The torch fell down on the ground from Major Sangster's hand. He turned and scrambled down the path running blindly towards school gate. He was still running when he saw a lantern swinging in the middle of the path.

The Major had never before been so pleased to see the night watchman. He stumbled up to the man, gasping for breath and speaking incoherently....

"what is it, sahib?" asked the watchman."Has there been an accident ? why are you running ?"

"I saw something--something horrible---a boy weeping in the forest---and when he looked up at me, he had no face" said Major Sangster

"No face, sahib ?"

"I mean---no eyes, no mouth----nothing.?"

"It is nothing to worry about, sahib," said the watchman pleasantly, and raised the lamp to his own face...

The Watchmen had no eyes, no mouth, no features at all---no, not even and eyebrow..

Major Sangster stood petrified......

and the wind blew the lamp out.....

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