Ghost Stories

This story took place on the island of Samoa. While reading the story, remember that my parents are very strict.

I was only 13 the night it happened. Some time between 11 p.m. and 12:40 midnight, we were still watching the National Rugby Tri-Nations 05. It was England vs. South Africa. We ran out of tea and crackers, so my mom gave me some money and told me to go to the store to buy more crackers and a box of Lipton tea.

Before leaving the house, she told me to hurry back and to not keep the guests waiting longer than she expected. So, I hurried on to the store minding my own business. The streets were so dark that you couldn't see another street until you were a few yards away. I could hear the snorting and squealing of the pigs that slept in the trees and behind the roadside bushes. I was pretty confident that I was alone with nothing to worry about.

Out of nowhere, I hear the voice of an old woman asking if anyone was coming her way. My heart jumped a little, because I could've sworn that I was the only one around. I answered to let her know and reached to make sure that we didn't bump into each other. Suddenly, I felt a cold hand grab me by the wrist. I nearly screamed, but I remembered "she" was probably still having trouble finding her way. We then headed toward the store while having a boring chat about how her granddaughter needed someone to love. I didn't pay much attention to that part.

After dropping her off, I went home with the groceries. But before I left, I heard her say her name was Anita. I got home before the game finished, only to be screamed at by my mother in the kitchen. She demanded to know why I had taken so long to get the groceries, so I told her exactly what had happened. That's when I found out what really took up most of my time.

Mother said, "Who is this old woman anyway?" I told her. "Anita." She put on a face that made my skin crawl and said, "Son, that’s not possible." "Why?" I asked. "Because Anita died two years ago while searching for her granddaughter’s husband. I went to her funeral."

You can imagine how scared I was to have actually experienced my first paranormal/supernatural situation. I couldn't even sleep in my own room, so I slept in my brother’s room on the floor, because he didn't want to share the bed. I don't even go shopping alone anymore!