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This ghost story is rated Mature by its author, and contains material meant for readers 18+
This ghost story is rated Mature by its author, and contains material meant for readers 18+
The Laughing Ghost
As I was walking next to the cemetery, the wind was pushing against my face and ears and I began to hear a child's laughing.
When I was younger, I was totally goth. I and my girlfriends did the typical stuff, dressed in black, wore black make-up and all that stuff. There was a cemetery right down the street from my house, so we would go and hang out there sometimes, but I never went by myself until one day I was walking home from my friend's house and it was just getting dark, the weather was cold, I had my jacket on but the wind was brisk so I was in a hurry to get home. As I was walking next to the cemetery, the wind was pushing against my face and ears and I began to hear a child's laugh coming straight from the cemetery on the other side of the fence where all the headstones were. I stopped as soon as I heard the child laughing, it was a very faint but distinctive kid's laughter sound and it spooked the hell out of me. When I stopped to listen to the laughing sound and to see where it was coming from, my eyes were drawn to a headstone and I was able to read the name and date of birth and death, after reading the headstone I easily determined it was a child's grave, around 7 years old. I got this really sad feeling, it was a really surreal experience. To this day, I wonder just what it was.
© RavenSnow87 - 09-04-17
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Sounds like a real cemetery spirit, this is a great story, thanks for sharing it
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