Free Me The scratching on the walls were driving me crazy. Everyday I search the house for rodents, I called a half dozen different pest control companies and they found nothing. Tomorrow I am going to break the wall down and finally find out what is causing that annoying scratching sound. I opened my eyes, and stared straight at the bane of my sleep. The wall in front of me, so innocent. Just a wall with a painting of a girl running through a field of jasmine hanging on it. The real estate lady said it was a painting of the previous owners daughter. As I lay here looking at the painting, I can still hear the scratching behind that wall. It sounds like something is trying to gnaw its way out. Soon the sun will rise and I will take a hammer to it. At last, the sun is rising. I rush out of bed straight to the garage to get my hammer. As I rushed back into my bedroom, hammer in hand. The painting, it has been turned around. I stand there staring at the back of the pai

Talking to the Dead I was young and just starting out my career as a teacher. Mrs Gile the schools history teacher showed me the ropes. Everyday she would come to work half an hour early. She brewed the staff rooms coffee and greeted each teacher that came in with a smile and a hearty good morning. From the very first day I started work, Mrs Giles took me under her wing and taught me the ropes. I started coming in to work early just to have our morning cups of coffee together. We talked about our lives, students and what plans we had for the weekend. One Wednesday I came to work early as usual, Mrs Giles was unusually subdued. She greeted me with a smile, but there was no coffee brewing. I put the coffee on and asked her if everything was alright. She smiled and said everything was fine, but she wouldn't have time to chat today. She had to go on a trip and she just came in to say goodbye. Surprised because she had never mentioned taking leave. I wished her

Unwelcome Passenger I was driving down a winding mountain road after a pulling a double shift at the factory. I didn't usually use that route. It is badly lit, the roads are narrow and it winds around a small hill like a corkscrew. On that particular night I was so tired that I didn't care and wanted to get home as soon as possible. When I hit the halfway mark, I noticed a strong smell of Jasmine in the car. The smell kept getting stronger, from a pleasing aroma, it became so overwhelming it started to make me a little car sick. I tried to ignore it, and focused on the road ahead, after a couple of minutes. I felt a presence, like there was someone in the back seat of my car. The hair at the back of my neck stood up as if a cold breeze was blowing on it. The night was stiflingly hot, but I could feel myself getting colder. The feeling became so strong that I dared not look in my rear view mirror for fear of what I might see. hard as I tried to stare

   Pregnant Woman Possessed  I t was such a nice sunny day, my grandmother, my pregnant neighbor Mary and her two children John and Sally decided that it was the perfect day for a beach picnic. The beach was a short 20 minute walk away, since Mary was only 4 months pregnant, she decided that the walk would do her good. The beach was beautiful, the kids immediately ran off to explore. A bit further down from the beach there was an abandoned building. Kids being kids, they ran around the compound looking for anything interesting to play with. While the building had nothing of interest, they did find a Betel nut tree in the garden. They ran back to tell their mother and everyone decided to pluck some betel nuts. With a couple of small plastic bags full of betel nuts in hand and the sun beginning to set, it was time to head home. My grandmother was reading a book and relaxing at home, when Sally knocked on the front door. Sally pale faced and looking worried, said that her

 Banana Tree Spirit There is an old wives tale told in Asia, that if you tied a red string to one end of the ripe flower of a banana tree and the other end to your toe. while you slept, in the middle of the night you would be visited by a spirit. My friend Gary being something of a joker, thought it would be fun to try this out at home. He had a few banana tree's growing in his garden just 15 feet away from his bedroom window. He figured it was an easy enough experiment to try out. Grabbing some red thread from his mothers sewing kit, he opened his window and tied one end of the string to the flower of the banana tree and the other to his big toe, finding it a little hard to sleep with a string tied to his toe , the most comfortable position he could find to sleep in, was with him hanging one leg off the side of the bed. ''Some hours later, he doesn't remember exactly how many'' he was startled awake when he felt himself violently pulled off the bed. Scr