Ghost Stories

Muriel

Excerpted from Spooky Oregon 
retold by S.E. Schlosser 

Muriel's haunted lighthouseShe climbed the sand dune swiftly, giggling nervously at her daring, as the soft mist of an early evening fog swirled around her.  Around her, her friends were scrambling their way through the sand and long grass, heading steadily upward toward the haunted lighthouse on the summit.  

     When one of Muriel's friends suggested visiting the abandoned lighthouse on top of the ridge between the sea and the harbor, Muriel had felt a pang of warning in her ribs.  Folks said that mysterious lights appeared in the darkened windows of the menacing structure, and some swore that moans and shrieks could be heard coming from the top floors of a building in the foggy weather just prior to a storm.  

       Muriel half-believed the stories, and the idea of visiting the lighthouse made her nervous.    Still, her friends wanted to go, and they had persuaded the caretaker to loan them the key for their excursion.  So she went with them, in spite of her misgivings.  Now they were standing next to the rickety old fence that surrounded the dark sentinel atop the hill.  Before them the dilapidated, box-like structure with its creaky, crooked little porch and ominous tall door loomed menacingly in the growing fog.  The cracked glass windows of the house looked like black eyes, peering menacingly down upon the eager faces of the young people who dared enter its presence.  

     Nervously, the group entered the dusty interior of the old lighthouse, staring around the front hallway and up the steep staircase.  One or two of the girls giggled and started exploring the old kitchen and the dusty sitting rooms, while the boys peeked into the rickety cellar.  

      Then Muriel grabbed her boyfriend Harold by the hand and pulled him upstairs.  After exploring several rooms, they wandered up to the third floor landing and looked into a tiny room beside the metal staircase that led up to the lantern in the tower.  A moment later, their friends joined them and everyone crowded into the small room.  One of the boys bumSpooky Oregon by S.E. Schlosserped into the wainscoting on the wall by accident, and a piece of it broke off on impact. “This place is falling apart!” he exclaimed in disgust.

      Then they saw it.  An iron panel gleamed through the gap in the wall.  They tapped the iron panel and heard a hollow knocking sound ring through the cupboard.  The sound filled Muriel with a sense of foreboding.  

     “Let’s see if we can move it,” Harold said, and together the two boys removed the iron square, revealing a small crawl-space with a gaping black hole in the bottom of it.  Everyone gasped in amazement, and took turns looking down into the dark space.  One intrepid lad crawled inside and dropped pebbles down into the hole, but none of them heard them reach the bottom of the pit.  

      All the hair on Muriel’s arms stood on end as she thought of smugglers crawling up the dark hole and into the uncanny old house.  Or pirates stashing their ill-gotten gains in the empty rooms, waiting to load them aboard their ship.  Anything or anyone might come through such a hole.  Her face flushed with fear and her arms grew cold.  

      Muriel pulled out her handkerchief with shaking fingers and wiped her suddenly sweaty forehead.  “Let’s get out of here,” she said, backing away from the crawl space and starting toward the stairs.  No one jeered at her this time.  They were all frightened by the black hole inside the dark crawl space.  

       "Let’s go home,” said one of the other girls.  The others were quick to agree.  It didn’t take them long to swarm down two flights of creaky worn stairs and out into the foggy dusk.   As Muriel stood beside Harold, watching him lock the door to the lighthouse, she reached again for her handkerchief to wipe away the telltale sweat of relief on her face and realized it was gone.  

     “Harold, I’ve left my handkerchief inside,” she exclaimed.  “I’ll go get it and come out the kitchen door.” 

     "Let me come with you," said Harold, but she shook him off.  She was a big girl and didn't need help from a boy!  Reluctantly, he let her back into the house.  “You don’t have to wait,” she called over her shoulder.  “Lock the door and go on.  I’ll meet you down the hill.”

      She turned and marched up the staircase.  Behind her, she heard the door snick shut, and the sound of the key turning.  And that’s when she realized she was all alone in the drafty, dark uncanny house.  All alone.  Dread seized her and turned her legs to jelly.  She wanted to run.  But what a fool she would look if she returned to the others without her handkerchief.  Panting with terror, Muriel forced herself across the little landing and started up the second staircase toward the linen cupboard.  She paused once, pulses pounding madly.  Was that a thump she heard upstairs? 
      Don’t be silly, she told herself, forcing her shaking legs up another step.  It’s just the loose shutter blowing in the wind.  And then all the hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she realized she could hear something breathing behind her…

     The boys and girls all came running back to the lighthouse when they heard several terrible screams, the last one a stifled cry for help.  They ran through the house, frantically yelling for Muriel.  But the house was empty of all life.  At the top of the small, second story staircase which led to the linen cupboard and the iron ladder leading to the tower, they found a large pool of hot blood, still steaming in the cool air of the house.  Beside it was a small white handkerchief. 

    
Muriel was never seen again.

You can read more ghost stories in Spooky Oregon.

Comments

Nice story. Why was her blood steaming?

cool story .............. bring more

DIS IS A SCARY STORY TO ME

scary!! i have to go down a big hill and go up a big hill to get to my bus stop. And it's pitch black at the bottom and trees are all around! i'm gonna be sprinting from now on!!!!

This soooo scary! I told my friend it and she actually hyperventilated!

you srory sucks

good story need to get to the point faster

The blood was steaming because it was fresh. Our regular body temp is 98.9 thats ushally hotter than the air outside or inside, that is why it was steaming because it JUST came from her body. cool story! ^-^

It was steaming because It was cold outside, you know like how you can see your breath in cold air

good but were is the rest of the stories like this one

Wow,That was a good story! I liked it! I'm a story critic, Is this your work?

Omg that story isn't scary!

good but not scary

that wa a good story it wasn't scary tho

that was a good story but...wasnt scary as i thought it woulld be, i give it a 8/10

Awsome story need more

omg not scary, but ok

scary. Nice.

lol that was a good story!!


..." and from then on no one dared enter the old haunted lighthouse. those who do also become victims of the demon that lives there. some people even say that they can hear the giggling of Muriel's friends, then creeks, and then the bloodcurling screams for help and of pain and terror of Muriel and all of the other victims of the deamon."

IT OKEY I DON'T LIKE IT ALOT BUT IT'S STILL OKEY.

i likey

very scary but good to read

good story best one read so far need to tell all my friends gave me chills

this is an awesome story

our body tempature is actually 98.6. not 98.9....

people stop saying it is scary it's not scary..it's scary for some not scary for others..The point is it's a good story

That was really scary to meh, it gave meh da nightmarez. :(

This story is very cool, I would like to have the whole book to read tho!

Very interesting, would love to read more

NOTE THE WORD!!! SSSCCCCAAARRRYYY!!!!

that gave me the creeps

It was a good story but more time was spent on the build up to the climax than the actual climax it needed a little more.

OMG. that is soo scary, i nearly wet my pants!! lol

what happened to Muriel?

Muriel is an idiot! what moron goes back into a house she is scared of JUST TO GET A HANDKERCHIEF?? she could have gotton it at daytime, or just bought a new one!

Whoa! Poor Muriel, I wonder what got her...

This is one of my faves! It doesn't scare me but I really really like it! PLEASE write more like this!

it was good. pretty different from the other ghost stories on this website. it needs a better ending. they should of saw her ghost or something.

Imagine how bad Harold felt for letting her back in alone.. :D Awesome story :)

spookyyyyyyyyyyy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

the beginging was kinda boring but the end was *&&))*^&^*^ creepy!!!!! me and my sister will not sleep for days :D

I wonder what Harold felt like after he saw that...

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