Sarah Jane Road Legend

by Carmel Games

Sarah Jane Road

During the American Civil War, there was a road in Texas between Groves and Port Neches. A woman named Sarah Jane lived on this road. Her husband was away, fighting in the war as a confederate soldier. When enemy soldiers were passing through the area, Sarah Jane feared that they would kill her and her baby.

She went down to the river and placed her small infant in a wicker basket. Then Sarah hid the baby under the bridge, to protect the child. Sarah made her way back down the road to her home and waited for the Union soldiers to arrive.

After the soldiers passed by, she went back to the bridge to retrieve her baby. Unfortunately, the baby was nowhere to be found. The tide had risen and carried the baby away downstream.

Sara Jane searched through the night down the banks of the Neches River for hours in hopes of finding her baby safe and sound. Neighbors could hear Sarah Jane’s screams as she searched, and she kept running up to people, weeping pitifully and asking “Have you seen my baby?”.

Grief-stricken and unable to find her child, Sarah Jane walked back to the bridge and hung from from the wooden beams beneath it. When people found her body, they saw a message scratched into the wood under the bridge that read “Where Is My Baby”.

As the story goes, if you go out to Sara Jane Road at night and stand by the water’s edge, you can still hear Sarah Jane’s baby crying off in the distance. Some people claim they’ve spotted a noose hanging beneath the bridge. Others say they’ve also seen Sarah Jane’s ghost searching along the side of the river for the infant child she lost so many years ago.

Locals say you can stand in the middle of the bridge on a dark night, and call for the ghost of Sarah Jane to appear. You have to repeat seven times



Buried Alive

by Carmel Games

Buried Alive

My great-great grandmother, who had been ill for some time now, finally passed away.
My great-great grandfather was devastated beyond belief. She was his one true love and they had been married for over 50 years.
They had been married so long it was if they knew each others thoughts.
Even after the doctor announced her dead, my great-great grandfather still insisted that she was not.
He had to literally be pried away from his wife’s body so they could prepare her for a burial.
Back in those days they had simple backyard burial plots, without the body going through any preservation or embalming.
The body was simply committed to the coffin and buried.
Throughout this process, my great-great grandfather protested so much that he had to be sedated and put to bed.
His wife was buried, and that was that.That night, he woke to a horrific vision of his wide hysterically trying to scratch her way out of the coffin.
He phoned the doctor immediately and begged to have his wife’s body exhumed.
The doctor refused.
He continued to have this nightmare every night that week, and each day after begged the doctor to remove his wife from the grave.
Finally, the doctor gave in, and the local authorities had the coffin removed from the ground and pried open.
To everyone’s horror and amazement, my great great grandmothers nails were bent back, and there were obvious scratches on the inside of the coffin.

Story submitted by April


Stranger at the Door: Knock, Knock, Knock

by Carmel Games

Knock on door

There was once a young boy and his sister.
One day their parents went out to run some late errands they had put off until the last minute.
Before they left they told their children not to open the door under any circumstances.
Because they were watching TV, they didn’t pay much attention.
About an hour after they left, there heard a knock, knock, knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

The children who were now in their rooms asleep, were awoken at once.

Knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock.

Finally the sister got up wondering who it could be.
her brother lay awake in his bed listening. When he heard nothing for a few minutes and his sister did not return, he got a little scared.
He decided to go to his neighbors house, who were very close friends of his.
He got out of bed and headed for the front door in the dark. When he got to his neighbors house, he found them awake.They told him they were relieved he was there, because they had just heard on the news that a murderer had been spotted just a few blocks away not too long ago.
In the morning, they discovered the sisters body and a discarded knife on the brothers bed.

Submitted by Scary Story Guy


The Ouija Board

by Carmel Games

Ouija Board

Story by Bradley Archer

John was only twelve years old when he discovered the mysterious ouija board in his attic.
He didn’t even know what the bloody thing was, which is why he decided to take it downstairs and ask his parents about it.
They were watching a reality TV show at the time, but he was about to interrupt. He walked in there and showed them the board.
“Where on earth did you get that board? Drop it, drop it immediately,” screamed his mother with a shock on her face. John explained where he found it and his mother looked at Paul, his father.
“Molly Dear, I told you I was puttin’ it in the attic, you know how nosy our son is. Why did you send him up there?” moaned the father with disapproval voice.

The next day he got it out and showed it to his friends. He was surprised to learn that they knew what it was. They started playing around and suddenly the room got very cold. Things started moving on their own. Just then, John lifted off of the floor, levitating.
He was flying around the room, frantically screaming for his life. His mother and father came rushing in, grabbed the board and threw it out of the upstairs window, so it would smash on the concrete floor.Their life never was the same from then on. Strange things kept happening, things got moved, others were still levitating in the house, John’s mates never dared to enter the house again.

The family finally decided on exorcism but unfortunately, it didn’t work. Reluctantly, they were forced to move out of the house. Nobody ever saw or heard from John again, for he moved from Scotland to Kent, and that is a very long distance for ghosts or demons to travel.



The Neighbor

by Carmel Games

The Neighbor

One morning, a man and his two sons went fishing in the woods that stretched for miles beyond their own backyard.
His wife watched from the kitchen window as they disappeared into the trees. Later that day, the wife began to become worried, for her family was not back and she hadn’t heard word from them since they left.
Dinner had been ready hours ago. After another hour of waiting, she decided to go out and look for them.

By now, it was almost completely dark. She ran through the woods calling out their names. She got no replies. It was some time before she came to a stream. There, lying in the banks of the stream were the bodies of her husband and oldest son, with a knife sticking in each of their chests.
It was obvious that they had been murdered. But where was her younger son, a boy of only eleven?

After a long time of silent vigil, prayer, and mourning, she decided to head back home, for now she realized, the person who killed her two family members was still out there in the woods. Frightened out of her wits, she ran frantically through the woods until she reached her house.
She went to her next door neighbor’s house and told her what had happened, but swore her to secrecy because she didn’t want anyone else finding out about this tragic event.
To avoid the press, the next day, her neighbor helped her smuggle the bodies out of the stream and buried them both in the woods, right by the stream.
The woman was still in search of her younger son, however. She had searched the woods the entire morning and found no trace of him.
Her hopes were that he had found shelter and would return home when he knew it was safe.
She had been digging her husband and son’s graves all day and was getting tired from the work. When she was finished digging, her neighbor offered to go back to the house and retrieve two blankets to wrap the bodies in. The new widow told her to get the one off of her bed. Her neighbor went inside.Nearly three quarters of an hour passed by and the neighbor had still not returned. The woman decided to go back to see that she was okay.

She went up the stairs and was horrified at the sight in her bedroom. She screamed, for there on her bed, near the open window, was the severed head of her youngest son, and a knife. Her neighbor was nowhere in sight.

Story submitted by Allison Thomas