When I was a kid, the coolest thing about weekends was that there might be sleepovers.  I also remember that most of the best sleepovers ever included ghost stories.

There’s just something about a creepy story that made the night feel special. My heart would be racing but I’d feel like the other girls and I were now part of an elite group that would stick together when those invisible monsters attacked. In reality, we’d all be running and throwing each other back at the creature most probably, but at least we felt like a bonded clan.

The best scary story ever as a kid was told by my friend’s dad. We were outside and all the lights were off except his flashlight. He told us a werewolf story while holding the flashlight under his chin. The scariest part was when he started making a face that really did look like he was turning into a toothy creature. All of us screamed like the little girls we were and talked about it and other spooky stories all night.

Thinking about all of this, I wonder why adults don’t continue having sleepovers? I still think it would be a ton of fun to eat junk food and hang out until the wee hours of the morning. I even have better ghost stories now then when I was a kid. It helps when you start hearing of “real” encounters that your friends have had.

For example, one of my friends was cleaning her grandfather’s house by herself a few months after he passed away. To this day, she swears that mere seconds after she finished vacuuming the living room, she turned around and saw what looked like the imprints of slippered feet pressed down into the carpet in an area that was spotless before…and she wasn’t wearing any shoes.  See, creepy, right?

How about you? Any great ghost story memories? Any good stories to tell?