Your True Tales
October 2008 - Page 17
Ghoul from the Closet
by Mary
The story I'm about to tell you is 100% true. About two years ago in October, I was sleeping over at a friend's house. After a long day of gossip and stories, we were getting ready for bed (not to sleep, but to stay up late and watch movies). Around 1:00 a.m. my friend went to bed, but I stayed up a little longer to watch the rest of the movie. After the movie was finished I started to nod off.
I woke up about two hours later, freezing cold. I got up to check the thermostat; it was completely normal, untouched. All the windows were closed and the door was shut. I was perplexed. My friend was sleeping soundly, but I felt like I was in a freezer. In attempt to warm myself up, I grabbed the covers and wrapped myself in a cocoon.
About 10 minutes later, I heard a noise, kind of like something sifting through plastic bags and clothes. I soon realized that it was coming from the closet. I lifted myself on my elbows to see across the room. My blood ran cold. What I saw was terrifying: A woman was coming out of the closet. She was naked, very pale, and had long, dark hair hanging over her face. I shook my sleeping friend beside me, but she wouldn't wake up. Every cell in my body screamed for me to run, but I felt like I was rooted into place.
The woman was getting closer. I then noticed the her arms and fingers were unnaturally long. She grabbed my leg, her ice cold fingers penetrated through the thick quilt, and it felt like it burned. At that moment my body reacted. I kicked my legs as hard as I could. One of my kicks got the woman in the stomach. She staggered backward and fell to the ground without a sound. What happened next still sends chills down my spine. She crawled backward back into the closet, almost spider-like. She sank into the pile of clothes in the closet, like it was water. Her head was the last thing to sink down. I saw that she was grinning -- a horrible grin that would scare even a crying baby into silence.
The next morning I told my friend I wasn't feeling well and went home. When she asked if something happened last night, I said just said, "I'm just not feeling well." To this day, I still won't go to her house. She's still my friend, but I will never go back to that house.


