What is the best time and place for telling ghost stories.
Maybe I should have said what was the best time and place as it seems ghost stories aren’t much told nowadays.
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Night time around a campfire. Or October 31th
When you have the opportunity to snuggle with someone under a blanket after!
Right outside of an abandoned cabin or old mansion, deep in the woods. It should be a pitch-black and stormy night, clouds passing above and fog among the trees.
Around a campfire deep in the woods with owls hooting and wolves howling in the distance.
0oh @chyna, only if you’ll hold my hand!
The best location is right on the ocean – Atlantic or Pacific. That way you can be sure you’re on the West Ghost or the East Ghost.
It was a dark and stormy night…
On a camping trip, right after the snipe hunt.
When my grandson, Ryan, was about 5 we took him camping.
As dusk came on ghost stories were being told. Ryan made one up that ended with 20 ROWS OF BLOODY TEETH!!!
He scared himself more and more. By this time it was dark and he still stomping around the fire telling his one story….then a coyote howled!!
In an old cemetery, late at night, with candlelight.
I visited a castle recently on a pleasant sunny day and while in the dining room I imagined a winter a hundred years or so ago. The castle is on an island and is cut off at high tide and the electricity supply is unreliable. The dining room is small but cosy and the one latticed window is small. It would be a delightful place to enjoy a meal with your friends but once the meal was over and the candles began to gutter and the sound of sleety rain beating against the glass sounded loudly then would be the time for a scary story.
The mood has been set and the second tale has not long started when a heavy door below bangs shut in the wind. Someone must go down the stairs by candlelight to check on the door, but who, or what has come in?
Probably around a campfire in 1997…
Any time there are small children around.
Not night time, deep woods, campfire. Hell to the nooo. I don’t do spooks, at all.
Best ghost story I ever heard was on a paranormal web site a few years back. A guy was on a visit to Gaum, or one of those Pacific islands that had seen fighting in WW2. He was strolling
down a beach alone one night after an argument with his girl friend. A guy in a WWII soldiers uniform suddenly appeared and asked, “You got a cigarette buddy?” He thought it was a real person and probably a reenactor so he gave the guy a smoke. When he looked in his pocket for a lighter the guy disappeared in front of his eyes. Spooky stuff that.
In a dark and isolate cemetery.
Ghost stories are particularly good in an area where there is local legend of some creepy thing. Example: in a very wooded area near where I grew up there was a legend of an insane asylum that was up in the woods. One particularly bad winter the snow was so bad that access to the asylum was cut off. When the roads were finally cleared they got up there and the asylum was empty. No indication of where any of the patients went, nor the doctor/staff. (Fact for clarification: there was actually an old asylum up in the woods.) So the story went that the descendants of the patients were still living up in the woods. They were called Melonheads by the kids.
You could craft that story any way you wanted and make it appropriate for whatever setting you were in. But it was always better if you were near where the asylum actually was. An interesting thing was that all the kids would make it a rite of passage to take “newbies” out there at night (in a car) to look for Melonheads. And almost every time you went out there, there was some strange event that couldn’t be explained. Might be a loud bang on your car when there was nothing that could have banged it on the road. It might be a scraping sound on the car. Might be odd lights off in the woods that would disappear if you stopped to get a better look.
Nighttime in the forest. Also, nighttime in the cabin at summer camp. I remember being so frightened by some of the stories the counselors told us. Eventually I got to be a counselor and enjoyed being on the other side of it.
During a wake, past midnight. When power goes out and in the dark people tell each other ghost stories. Light comes back…but now…the coffin is empty.
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