Added September 5, 2003
Woman's Mocking Laugh
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Bridget Brown, York, Pennsylvania, 1970s,
info@ghostvillage.com
I will never forget my experience, it has affected the way I view
spirits permanently. A lot of my friends can tell ghost stories about
seeing their dead grandmother, hearing footsteps, or poltergeist antics,
but I know that what I encountered was pure evil.
I can still remember to this day the horror I felt when I encountered
this evil specter. It was in the 70s, I was about 10 years old. We had
recently moved to a nice suburban split-level home. It was early
evening, and while the rest of my family watched TV in the lower level
family room, I worked on a homework assignment in the living room. I was
cutting pictures out of a magazine for some type of collage. I had to go
to the bathroom, and with scissors still in hand I started to climb the
steps up the dark hallway to the second level. When I reached my
father's den, I fumbled for the light switch being new in the house I
was unfamiliar with the location of it. But, not fearing the dark, just
innocently thinking about my homework, I walked through the dark den to
the bathroom door and opened it.
What I faced made my blood curdle. Right in front of my face, but
without being able to see a thing, a woman let out a hideous low evil
laugh, mocking and insidious. Almost like the witch on the
Wizard of
Oz, but lower and even more sinister. I froze for what seemed like
an eternity, my face pale, my body unable to move. Finally, I ran down
to the family room where my family was gathered and when my brother saw
my ashen face and tears he asked what was wrong. I said I could not tell
them because it was too scary. He scoffed, but after a while I told my
father what I had heard. He insisted it was probably just a squeaking
door, but I pleaded with him to check the entire house before I would
have to go back up to my bedroom on the third floor. He checked
everywhere, but no evidence of any strange sounds was found.
I never went into that bathroom at night again, not even when I was
fully grown and in my twenties, when my parents eventually moved. I
would run up the stairs past that landing every time, and would always
get a chill up my spine. Nothing else ever happened in the house, but I
can still hear that distinct laugh to this day, I know what I heard and
will never forget.
