Ghost Stories

My Uncle Kevin used to know a lady who claimed that her house was haunted by a woman who resembled Maryln Monroe in red high heels, but he of course refused to believe her. So she truely insisted that he should spend just one mesely evening in her supposed haunted home. And of course he felt the need to prove his testosterone and accept the challenge. When he arrived that afternoon nothing was really out of place, the hard wood floor wasn't creaky like the movies portray it to be, no walls were stained with blood of any victims, everything was really contemporary. He set down his things and sat around with the home owner until around 10 o' clock when they decided to go to bed. He laid in bed for a good hour unable to sleep so he lay wide eyed staring into the parallel door that lead into the hallway. His ears picked up a noise, a faint, extremely faint, noise, almost impossible to hear over the ticking gradfather clock down the end of the hall. It sounded like staletos marching on hardwood as though it was a cat walk. The noise continually grew louder and louder until it sounded just outside his bed room, as tiny sweat beeds ran down his forehead he waited quietly for an image to swiftly walk by his door. Surely enough the infamous Maryln Monroe look alike swept by unaware of his presence at all. The clanking of the shoes stopped as soon as she'd passed, with no more noise or distraction he finally managed to fall asleep. A sudden jolt! He'd woken himself up and checked his watch which read 2:24 A.M. After two anxious hours of sleep he lay in bed in a fury of sweat, which is very uncommon. During his insomnia he felt a sudden cold chill rush by him, frozen in fear he felt as though someone was crawling over him to get into bed with him? He swiftly jerked his head over to see the imprint of someone lying in bed with him! He leaped from his bed, grabbed his duffel bag, and got out of the now confirmed haunted house within a moments time.