Four Stories Too Tall to Tell?: Ghost-Eerie-Paranormal Adventures

By Jack Town

WARNING: The world of the occult is a disheartened one as often lives that could have been lived worthwhile, were cut short as a result of violence. If there was noone to tell their story from beyound, these characters might have been condemned to Heliah or the black Angels fate.
This was a fair warning and if you tough!!en out to their end, which I expect you will, I will promise some relief but not the ones you may expect as these stories are as unpredictable as they come. They will though trigger some unconfortabel content of the hidden mind. And when that happens I can only recommend to get through it to the end or they might haunt you too.


Secrets of The Lockwells (#1)
"As he placed the second brick on the floor, the candles started to flicker. Simultaneously an icecold draft swept by. Mary gave a little cry at the moment the candles went out. John turned to face the white apparition that..."


Agony of the Past. (#2)
"The hair in my neck was rising in my electrified hide and a graveyard cold shuddering was bouncing down my back"....the menacing unknown enemy beyound my bedroom door."

Cats in Frenzie: (#3)
"In the early hours of the morning I finally fell asleep; into an uneasy deep and foggy dream. I instinctively realized the shriek must have come from a cat in death agony."

The Tower: (#4) "...the sparce light left was being withdrawn after the sun and leaving nothing but darkness behind. The ground under the tower was now just a dark deep void as the "fire" reflections from the distant buildings were gone."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493123285

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Copyright © 2014 by Jack Town.

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Contents

GHOST/OCCULT STORY # 1

PROLOGUE

—An Excursion into the Realm of the definitely Unknown. Is it Occult?

Is it Metaphysical? Is it out of this world? It is probably more than any Black Witch could stir into an old Cauldron!

THE SECRETS OF THE LOCKWELL FAMILY’

—It starts as a traditional or classic English Ghost-Story,

but then it turns into something that is more than unpredictable.

EPILOGUE

POST EPILOGUE

GHOST/OCCULT STORY # 2

AGONY OF THE PAST

—Edgar Allen Poe inspired with a hair-rising twist or two generated

by a researcher of a subject you had better leave alone.

EPILOGUE

GHOST/OCCULT STORY #3

CATS IN FRENZIE

—When you go into research of these occult creatures that is known

to hang around the real mean witches, you got to act on more than

your basic instincts or it may turn out as a deadly proposition.

AFTERMATH AND NOTES

GHOST/SUSPENSE/OCCULT SERIES STORY # 4

THE TOWER

—It was more than a monument from ancient times as it’s secrets

is as wild as anything you could ever dream about.

PROLOGUE

NOTE: From the Author. These stories from my wild past has something in Common. They are Unbelievable and as such they are more than Tall Tales. They were concocted some time ago as a series of seven of which at least two were sensured as too wild to put in print and ended up in the bottom of that Cauldron for ever to see print. Maybe I should never say never they can always be re-created.

The four stories in this project are all dedicated to an old aquaintance of mine that passed away?—Quite some time ago; thus the fictitious signature of JACK TOWN.

GHOST/OCCULT

STORY # 1

PROLOGUE

How do you write ghost-stories? Well in my case, I didn’t get inspired to indulge in this subject untill I started getting them as unwanted companions.

I don’t think one gets really involved in this subject until that really happens to you. I mean you experience their presence to the degree you start feeling it in your bones and marrow. And if you first let them come into your sphere and life it is not that easy to get rid of them. They are liable to hold onto you so to speak and take you for a ride and won’t let you go until they have very cunningly lead you into an unchartered and disheartening territory, which could by the way become one of your most hair rising experiences.

Now the first one in my series of stories into these unchartered waters and into the occult world happened to an English family of four the very first day they arrived for vacation. The events unfolded in an old mansion style house somewhere on the coast of Cornwall.

THE SECRETS OF THE LOCKWELL FAMILY’

(By Trygve Gangnaes jr)

If you’re a ghost" writer

you may have to need mason skills!"

It was late August when Mary and John Smith and their two children, Anne (9) and Tom (7), parked their car and started walking up through that gravel walk, which was full of turfs and weeds. The sun had dropped behind the hills to the West behind a cliff, and they felt the strong seabreeze coming over the crest. The breeze made the leaves from the fruitless apple trees rustle. Mary was chilled and grabbed her light coat to hold it tighter to her body, while her long brown hair was blowing straight backwards.

John turned around and shouted:

The wind is picking up. Let’s hurry up guys. Mary shuddered and brought her coat even tighter as she increased her steps.

Let’s get inside, she yelled back to the kids who was struggling with each their little suitcases to keep up. Shortly thereafter, the unlocked door to the old house was shrieking on its hinges.

The diminishing light from the outside was practically engulfed by the dark hallway. Mary and John were both standing and squinting their eyes while the contours of the dusty furniture started appearing as they got used to the scarcity of light in the hallway. The old stale air penetrated their nostrils and made them sneeze as a gush of wind from the open door behind them whirled up dust particles from the floor. They heared a window banging from the back of the house and John lit his flashlight to find it and close it.

They made a quick decision. To rig up a tent until morning. After they had opened up the windows next to the sturdy oak entrance door and a couple in the two adjacent rooms, in order to start airing out, John and Mary stood in silence for awhile. Then Mary turned to John and looked at him as if she had read his mind as well.

But it looks as if there has not been people in here for years!

John responded lightly joking.

Maybe the previous renters slept on the lawn too, and went back to his pondering thoughts about the reassurances from the landlord about this place being such a remarkable place for vacationing, unless the statement was meant as a morbid streak of humour. You couldn’t really tell with these real-estate guys. Mary started out again as she was looking up the wide staircase that seemed to swallow all light from the downstairs.

John, I don’t like this house.

I understand Mary, he said with a voice of great patience, But tomorrow it will look all different, especially after we have cleaned up a bit.

Cleaned up a bit, she was whining. It will take at least a week of hard work to clean this house properly.

Mary, he said in a less calm voice. We only have to clean the few rooms we are going to use. The house is supposed to have seven rooms just upstairs, and we will only make ready the rooms we need. Then he added firmly; I will help you all I can of course. Remember the rates we got for this place was very reasonable.

You cleaning, I would like to see that! The challenging voice in Mary’s voice bothered John a bit but he let it go. He had already started to get used to the idea of occupying the house. In a strange but thrilling way the house seemed to challenge him. When they went back outside they struggled with the tent in the wind even when they were raising it by the leeward gable. He decided to address Mary cheerfully. "You know I like old houses Mary and I already feel it will be a great place to catch up on some my writings. You know I fell behind on that last short story.

Oh no, you’re not going to write on that horror-story again are you, she was teasing him. Her mood had changed and she seemed relieved of being outside and looking forward to cuddle up with her family for a good nights sleep. John wasn’t quite sure if she was teasing him or not. Then he remembered that she always seemed tense when he dragged her along to vacation in old houses. She actually preferred to stay home which she had said many times in the past. Maybe it was all the extra work he said to himself. At the same time he had this strong feeling that she enjoyed the thrill of coming to new places too.

When he went back to the car in order to bring an extra blanket. He suddenly got a strong notion that the house or someone in the house kept an evil eye on him. He turned around abruptly. The house seemed to have assumed a threathening shape in the increasing darkness.

He stood for a while facing the southern facade, when he became aware of a faint white contrast in the window nearest the gable end on the second floor. It was just around the corner from where they had pitched the tent.

What the hell is that, he bursted out in surprise and bewilderment.

Could it be a face? He felt a cold shiver traveling down his spine, when what he by now thought must be a white face suddenly disappeared.

He just stood there for a moment holding onto the blanket. That is when he saw a faint light in a window at the remote end of the gable-end. Just above where the tent stood. It lasted for a very short moment. He started walking back and forth, but would not wake them up and thus scare them. He ended up