Haunts

haunt
Pronunciation Key (hônt, hnt)
v. haunt·ed, haunt·ing, haunts
v. tr.
1. To inhabit, visit, or appear to in the form of a ghost or other supernatural being.
2. To visit often; frequent: haunted the movie theaters.
3. To come to mind continually; obsess: a riddle that haunted me all morning.
4. To be continually present in; pervade: the melancholy that haunts the composer’s music.

v. intr.
To recur or visit often, especially as a ghost.
n.
1. A place much frequented.

When I was a kid I spent summers with my Mom’s Mother; Grandma N we called her. She had a little house out in the country, in Palestine, Texas. It was a great old house. It had 2 bedrooms, 1 bath and a living room. The only hall in the house was the one connecting the living room to the main bedroom that the bathroom was located off of. The back bedroom was also the sewing room and had 2 beds in it. This was where I spent the night when I was staying there. The house was also in my opinion, pretty well haunted.
I had several really bad dreams as a kid there. I also remember being both repelled and drawn to the back bedroom.

One of the dreams that I had was one that would recur for the next 10+ years of my life. It was a black and white dream, which was unusual as I generally dream in Technicolor. At any rate, in the dream I would wake up in a bed. The bed was not unlike a hospital bed in that it had side rails that were raised (one one side). The room the bed was in was one of those odd dream rooms where the walls, ceilings and floor aren’t really there but are. In the wall facing the bed (at the foot) were 2 doors with those faux crystal door knobs. I had knowledge that one of the doors was a closet door and the other led out of the room. From inside the closet door came an insistent knocking. I would then get (in dream) a mental image of a beautiful china doll. She was dressed in an old fashioned ballgown, with a large matching hat. Her features were perfectly formed and inexpressibly evil.
I dreamed this and another related dream (where the doll was chasing me down a long hallway. I could hear her little china hands clicking on the wooden floor as she came after me).

There was something else that I saw in that back bedroom that to this day I am not sure was a dream or real. I must’ve been around 5 or so. I was lying in the bed watching the closet of the room. That closet terrified me. I don’t know why, it just did. At any rate, I saw the door handle turn and a…something came out of the closet. It looked like a person made of pillows and fabric. I distinctly remember it/him having a squarish head with buttons for eyes. It came and grabbed me and tried to drag me back into the closet. I woke up/came to screaming and damp (having peed on myself in my extreme terror).

I’m not sure what dredged all these memories up. Perhaps because its been such a gloomy sort of day and I got to thinking about ghosties. I’ve had them on the brain for a while though. (Ghosts and ha’nts, that is).

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19 thoughts on “Haunts

  1. gah! I don’t believe in ghosts personally, but that bit about little china hands clicking down the hall *shudder*

    The hair on my arms is standing straight up.

    Also, hi! This is the first post I’ve seen you make, and I can’t remember who you are. Can you fill me in?

    Additionally, the hair on my arms is still standing on end.

    1. I am Mare. Uh…I think I added you some time ago, whereupon you added me back. But then I fell off the planet for a bit. I’m back (*waves hi*) and writing again.

      Yeah, the dream where she chased me. *shiver* The smile on her face.

      1. *shudders*

        I like some china dolls, but there are some others that just creep me right out. The worst are the ones with chubby little half “smiles”, and dead, vacant eyes.. gah! Hair on the arms again..

        Anyway.. hi! *waves at you* welcome back to earth

  2. Dolls

    I can’t stand most china dolls for reasons very simalar to the dream you had. my experience was while I was awake though and still scares the everloveing crap outta me to this day.
    I still won’t allow china dolls into my home without a whole lot of blessings and bindings being done on them; and even then i wouldn’t sleep in the same room with one.

    the other dream just sent tremors up and down my spine. I’m glad you are here to tell about the dream.

    hugs offered.

  3. Oh, holy fuck!

    Man, that creeped me out SO BAD.

    ::shudders::

    That was . . . great, actually.

    Are you aware of how horrifically chilling the detail of the hands clicking on the floor is? Man, that’s good old-fashioned nightmare fuel! I’m glad I sleep with a stuffed bunny!

    1. Stuffed bunnies keep most of the evils that lurk in the night away, I’ve found.

      Thank you. I enjoy writing scary stories. And that dream freaked me out for years.
      While she chased me, I was doing the dream-molasses run. You know, where you run and run and cannot seem to get away but the Evil Thing keeps getting closer? Yeah. *shiver*

  4. YOU SHOULD HAVE COME TO THE HAUNTED HOUSE THIS YEAR!!!!!

    We had a scene with a wooden doll holding a smaller doll that talked about how it was a real girl. Also there was a person dressed in a raggedy Anne like costume with one of those emotionless porcelain masks on. That was a creepy ass scene.

    That scene would have brought back bad memories in vivid 3D for you.

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