When I was little, I had a red tape that I would listen to. It had ghost stories on it. From time to time, I remember it, and I wonder if my mom put it somewhere or if she threw it out. I hope she didn’t throw it out, because those stories were pretty interesting if I remember correctly.
The first story was probably the worst, but is the easiest to remember. It was about a girl who was afraid to go into her celllar. Her parents lived on the first floor of the house, and she lived on the second floor. She didn’t like that very much at all, because it kind of frightened her to be upstairs alone. One day, her mother told her to get the potatoes from the cellar. Being a good daughter, she obliged, but when she got down there, she saw a pool of blood and it said, “If you tell anyone about me, I’m gonna getcha!” And so she ran upstairs without the potatoes. Her mother was like, “What the hell? Where are my potatoes?” And sent her daughter back downstairs. Now, there was a torso on the ground on top of the blood, and it said the same thing. She ran upstairs again without the potatoes. This continued until the body finally had appendages and a head sitting on top of the torso and blood and it said the same thing. Each time she ran upstairs without telling her mother and without the potatoes. When she went to bed that evening, the stuff in the cellar haunted her, and she heard the dead body coming up the stairs for her. It was suspenseful in that earlier in the story the girl mentioned how there were eight stairs that led to her bedroom. So, naturally, the story had to talk about how each and every one of the steps was creaking, and then finally whatever it was reached her bedroom and opened the door and shouted, “Now, I’ve gotcha!”
I don’t understand why, though, because she never told her mother about the body in the cellar. Ah, well.
The other stories are kind of vague. I know there were a bunch more, but I only remember two. One was called the water ghost, and I’m pretty sure it was the last one on the tape. The ghost blubbered all the time, and it was called the water ghost, because she had drowned. I think it was pretty twisted, though, like it was her father’s fault or she was trying to escape this guy. I don’t remember.
The other one was about a man that went to stay in a haunted house. I don’t know if he knew if it was haunted. He was making sausages in the fireplace, but body parts kept falling down the chimney. The man was unshaken, and the body parts probably talked to him. I assume they told him to wait until the rest of the body had formed or something. I just remember he kept making sausages. Finally the body formed and was happy that the man decided to stay during the terribly frightening event, and the body told him about the three bags he buried in his yard. You see, it was his house. I’m pretty sure he was murdered or something because of the bags he buried. One bag had gold, one had money, and another one had something else along those lines. Silver or something. And so the man with the sausages was able to dig up those bags.
I wonder if my brothers remember that tape? They listened to it as well. I also listened to it with my cousins, I’m pretty sure. I should probably ask my mom about it.
