READERS TALES
Haunted
Woods/The Haunted Hill
I'm a 17 year old girl from Norway. I've always been some kinda open for
spirits and weird happenings, but what happened October 2001 left me with such
horror I never dare to walk alone at night anymore.
I had my usual weekend at my grandmothers farm. Helping her gather nuts in the
big forest above the farm during day, and running from farm to farm for doing
small jobs for people I knew in the evening. One late Saturday night I walked
along the old and dark roads on my way to another farm, this time to deliver
some cloths my grandmother had borrowed earlier. It was still dusk, and some
daylight remained over the calm landscape. I think I must have be ca. 2 km away
from home when I came to the same old hill I had to cross. When u stand on top
of it and look 15 meter into the woods, you can see a big old tree. It has been
there as long as I can remember, but I've never thought that much about it. Me
and my cousins used to climb it when we were younger though.
Suddenly I got this horrible, cold feeling. Like a wind coming up from behind.
Then I saw a man standing there under the tree. I watched him as I walked by, he
wore sixpence and a couple of grey large pants and a red dirty shirt. He just
stood there, under the tree, looking down to the ground like he had lost
something. Up here we usually say hi to everyone, but this man, he didn't. He
didn't even look at me as I passed by. He just stood there...
I didn't think more about it until I got home and I asked my grandmother who the
man could be. She had no answer, so I went to bed with clean mind.
I met this man 4 times. Every time he stood at the same place, doing the same
thing and never said hi to me!
The 4th time I got REALLY scared and ran back home. Grandmother followed me back
to see what this was all about, but when we got there the man was gone. Nothing
were left behind, not even bowed grass where he had been standing.
3 weeks went by, and I didn't see the man anymore. But one evening I sat down
for a talk with my old uncle, Alexander, we started talking about ghosts. I
mentioned what had happened, and he looked surprised at me.
You've met Stranda-Carl, he said. The man who hanged himself in the woods not
far from here 200 years ago, in this big tree. It was a man looking for his
sheep who found him hanging there, nearly eaten my the crows. He died of shock
over there. You know... near the hill..
I know what I saw. This was a real Norwegian ghost!
-Heidi.
(NOTE: Here's another tale
by the same author about her grandmothers' house...)
Hi! This is from me in
Norway again. I guess you can submit this to my earlier story.
Well ever since Ive been a little child, Ive been afraid of my grandparent's
house. While sitting there I get this weird feeling that something's sliding
around my body and tries to strangle me. Sometimes, mostly, I just feel this
strong unease and it makes me leave as fast as I can.
My grandparents knows for sure there's been going on something in the house, but
I havent been told to this day. Looks like they dont wanna talk about it
somehow.
But anyway - last saturday I was visiting my grandmother early afternoon because
my grandfather had left to another part of the country. I can tell my granny
hates being alone, and I had promised to stay with her for a while so she would
calm down. She belives in ghosts and other paranormal things and she claims to
see things very often. And I belive her.
So - as we sat talking in the living room infront of the TV when we suddenly
heard this weird knocking sound. I thought there might be someone at the door,
so I raised up to start walking and check. In the house we have to walk through
the kitchen to come to the front door and out.
Well anyway, I didnt think this was very creepy at the time and I walked
straight into the kitchen.
Suddenly I got aware where the sound came from - under the floor! The sound came
from the floor! Hard small knockings, like someone was knocking with the fist. I
freaked and run back to my grandmother, but I said it was some kids making
pranks. And it stopped after some mins. I didnt want to disturb her. But I still
think she knew.
When I think of it, Ive heard these sounds as little child. But I didnt think of
it then. I thought it was rather fun. I called it Mannen i Gulvet(The man under
the floor).
I have no clue what this can be, but I'll find out. I'll ask my relatives if
they know anything, and other people I know who have lived nearby. I dont know
if the sounds comes from basement, or just from the basement's roof and the
kitchen's floor. I will never go to the basement, been there maybe 4 or 5 times
in my whole life.
Anyone who could possibly help?
L.B