Now I know that this is Fiverr and some people might be all up in arms saying, “Laura…people are here to make money not to read about some scary things that may or may not have happened. What’re you even doing on this website anyways? God all you do is try to start conversations.”
Well dear, I’m sorry I’m social but it is what it is. Anyways, to completely disregard the fact that there may be individuals who look down upon basic conversation in the conversations category, I’m here to start a thread dedicated to scary stories in the spirit of Halloween! I’d prefer if the stories were real but Halloween is Halloween so hit me with your best shot.
To be courteous and set some sort of bar I’ll share a story first, you know, so its like passing the talking stick around the giant internet circle that is the Fiverr forums.
So the short story is this: I turned off a light and a ghost yelled at me.
The long story is this: My father was doing trim for my sister’s bedroom windows and his saw just so happened to be in the basement. I thought he was upstairs (mind you the only way to get into the basement from upstairs requires walking down the stairs that lead into the living room first and then walking through the living room itself, into the kitchen, and into the basement) and he’d left the basement light on. I’ve got this thing where I don’t like lights being on when they don’t need to be so I turned them off. Next thing you know someone yelled up at me, “Turn it back on!” I yelled down to he individual that I thought was my father at the time and said sorry. Yeah. Sorry pops I hope you weren’t about to cut something and I almost made you lose one of your digits.
Well, I decided to go sit in the living room for whatever reason. Probably watching TV, my memory is absolute garbage so I couldn’t tell you what show was on at the time. I remember cartoons though. Then my father walked down the stairs. I looked at him all confused and asked him if he’d yelled anything while he was up there, like if he’d told me to turn something back on. He said no.
Okay…think logically about this Laura, maybe you missed him? Maybe he went outside and climbed through a window? Nah he’s not that extra. I don’t think he’s all that athletic these days either. So what was the voice? Why does it have a thing for the lights being on?
Now tell me your scary stories and maybe I’ll share a few more about this spirit named Harold 
