The Blog of Boos

Today being another Saturday I think it is time for a Scary Story Saturday. The story I plan to review is one that I can relate to in a sense, but I cannot relate to the experience. I hope no other person can because some scary stuff went down. The story’s link will be posted at the bottom of the page but here is the story: This is a story I do not often tell. I promise, sincerely, that this has scarred me for life and although I have looked into psychological explanations for what I heard and natural explanations for what occurred, they remain unsatisfactory. When I was a child, I was scared of the dark. I swore to my mother I heard voices in it. They were not evil, but they were not familiar and so they scared me. It was not uncommon in the middle of the night for me to wake up and hear “whispers” as I would call them when asking my mom. She figured they were just “bumps in the night” and typical kids nightmare material. I tried often to explain to her that it was more t...