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|The Haunted House Story Activity
Each person will need a wrapped inexpensive prize.
Any time in the story when the group hears, "Left" or "Right" they pass the gift that direction to the person next to them. Sit in a circle.
When I was young, we lived LEFT about a mile from a big, run down house. Everyone believed the place was LEFT behind by the ghost that haunted it RIGHT then.
People say many years ago an old man LEFT the house when his neighbors to the LEFT and RIGHT tormented him for his strange habits. He always swore he only LEFT the house for RIGHT then; he'd be back for his revenge. The people were worried about the threats he LEFT, but soon his memory had LEFT their thoughts. Then one dark and foggy night, the moon rose up and stopped RIGHT behind the house, which LEFT a glow throughout the house and RIGHT through the front windows. That same night, my friend and I were dared to spend the whole night RIGHT inside the house.
It was cold when we opened the squeaky door and stepped RIGHT in. To the LEFT was a large staircase that had almost pulled RIGHT away from the wall, and to the RIGHT was a large room. We walked RIGHT into the large room and LEFT our sleeping bags lying out on the floor, while we explored the rest of the house together. The house was full of furniture that was LEFT behind, and some of the windows had been LEFT open. As we walked through the house we could hear squeaking sounds coming from the wall, and to the RIGHT above us. "What's that?' I said, "Oh just the wind," said my friend. We soon returned RIGHT back to the large staircase. "I don't think it's safe." I said, "Now, we better get some sleep."
We soon relaxed and went RIGHT to sleep. I awoke suddenly and sat RIGHT up when I heard a sound coming RIGHT from the staircase. I LEFT my friend asleep and went to see what the sound was. At the top of the stairs and to the RIGHT , I saw a door close. I carefully walked RIGHT,LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, all the way up the stairs and went RIGHT to the door and turned the door knob to the LEFT. The door opened without a sound, and I stepped RIGHT in. Off to the LEFT was a large bed, and someone was in it! I walked over to it and touched the lamp RIGHT in the middle.
Suddenly the person rolled over and sat RIGHT up. I jumped and LEFT the room running, but heard footsteps RIGHT behind me! I ran RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT down the stairs, and LEFT the stairs broken with each step. My friend met me RIGHT at the bottom of the stairs and I grabbed his LEFT hand and ran RIGHT out the front door.
When we were outside, we both stopped RIGHT in our tracks and turned RIGHT around. "We LEFT our stuff inside!" we said RIGHT at the same time. "Should we go RIGHT back in?" I said, "I'd get killed if I LEFT my stuff in there!" said my friend.
We carefully walked back up to the door that was LEFT open, and walked RIGHT back in. We quickly grabbed our stuff RIGHT behind us, and I heard a voice say, "Now that you've LEFT, stay out of my house." The legend to this day tells of the old man that LEFT and returned to his house, and haunts all who enters it.
|Please Pass the Dead Man
a story activity
Arrange your group in tight circle. Open a window or turn on the fan to provide a chilling breeze, turn out as many lights as possible, and provide eerie background music.
Narrate the verses with a dramatic flair (maons and
groans when appropriate).
The ghost appears briefly before the last verse,
then departs with groans and a sudden rattle of a chain or other simulation
of dry bones (such as a hidden pillow case with wooden blocks)
A gypsy told my fortune once
And then a witch with spells and charms
I went to tea with Granny Gage
|I wrote a letter to a seer
who analyzed my scrawl--
He told me I am doomed to live
Forever and for all
With just a cat for company
In single, spinster bliss
And never even once be asked
To drop my musty Miss.
A mystic with a crystal ball
So there you are! Fates good and bad,
When signs and sibyls contradict,
If You Don't Watch Out!
And it isn't Halloween
Have I ever told you about what happened to me one stormy night a long time ago? Would you like to hear the story? It was late. Very late. And I was driving through a pouring rain.
It was raining so hard that I couldn't see the road ahead. I decided to pull over to the side of the road. But I pulled over onto a very soft muddy shoulder. Great! What could I do? I couldn't go backward or forward. I was stuck.
I had to go for help. I thought I saw a driveway just ahead. So I pulled my raincoat tight around me, grabbed my umbrella, and headed out into the night. Sure enough that was a driveway. And I hadn't walked on it too long when I saw the big old house. It was dark, but I rang the doorbell anyway. I waited. No one came. I gathered my courage and rang the bell again, and put my ear up to the door. I heard something.
As I leaned against the door to hear better, the door swung open. There was that sound again. It sounded like "rap, rap, rap". I tried the light switch, but nothing happened. Probably because of the storm, I thought.
I started up the stairs, and then I
heard it again. "Rap, rap, rap." From behind what seemed
to be a closet door. I stood there, scared to go and scared to stay.
And then I heard it again, really loud this time. "RAP, RAP, RAP."
I took a deep breath, and I opened the door. And then I saw it!