Ghost Stories







Satin Dress

Excerpted from Spooky New York
retold by
S.E. Schlosser


She worked in a box factory, and her salary was not large. She made just enough to cover the cost of food, shelter, and the clothes on her back. So when she received an invitation to a fancy-dress party from an old friend, she did not know what she should do. Here was her chance at last to shine a little, to experience how the other half lived, but she had no money to buy a dress, or even the material to make one.

She mentioned her dilemma to a woman at the box factory. “Why not rent a costume?” the woman suggested. “It shouldn’t cost much for just one evening. Try your local pawnshop.”

And so she made her way to a pawnshop near her home after work. At the rear of the store, she found a beautiful satin gown, complete with matching accessories. The owner of the shop was willing to rent the gown to her for a reasonable fee. After paying the fee she took the beautiful gown home with her on the night of the party.

She dressed carefully for the occasion and peered at her reflection in the tiny mirror in her bathroom. She looked radiant, her blue eyes glowing with the excitement of an evening out. As she turned away from the mirror, she thought she heard a ghostly voice whisper: “Give me back my dress.” She froze in the doorway, looking around uncertainly for the speaker, but saw no one. She shrugged, went downstairs, and splurged on the cab fare into Manhattan.

When she arrived, she was quickly inundated with dance partners. She felt like Cinderella at the ball, and the first hour of the party quickly slipped away.

She slowly became aware of growing nausea when she paused between dances. She felt light-headed, and the room was spinning for a moment. She heard a ghostly whisper in her ear: “Give me back my dress.”

She tried to smile into the faces of her partners, but finally the nausea overwhelmed her. She gave an excuse to the man with whom she was dancing and slipped away. She made her way to the street and managed to summon a cab to take her home. She staggered into the building and crawled up the steps to her flat.

Her hands were trembling as she unlocked her door. She fell through the door frame and stumbled brokenly to her bed. She heard a ghostly voice whisper in her ear for the third time: “Give me back my dress. You have stolen this dress from the dead,” the voice whispered, “and I want it back.”

The young woman was found dead the next day, and the autopsy report stated that the young woman had been poisoned by embalming fluid, which had entered her pores. The authorities found the receipt for the dress rental and questioned the pawnbroker. The dress that had killed the young woman had been removed from the body of a dead girl just before her casket was nailed shut and buried in the local graveyard.

Comments

weird

itz kinda scary...i lyk d story!!!

see, thats why you buy NEW clothes, not clothes from goodwill or salvation army and most definitely not a pawn shop because you don't know HOW those clothes came to be there, or even if they were gotten in a case as this one.

Oh Yikes!! This is the best so far! love it!(:

):P

holy crap...

nice but it needs a better ending

OMG!!!! DAT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!

that was her hard luck...!

creeeeeepyyy!!!!!!

little strang

freaky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!lol

great story there mate

Not scary? But I liked it.

i like this story.... it had me on the end of my seat... i like it.. good job!

Oh no I just bought a old sweater from the Salvation Army !!!! :(

not at al scary

i try to tell my mom to buy new clothes and not used

wow

I read this one in a book!

wow!!umm creepy or what!!

yeah i dont shop for clothes that have been used.. EVER

werd

Scary...

creepy!

eep.

Haha. You're telling me a DRESS killed this girl? Verry funny. (;

Geeeeeezz!

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