Dolls & Magic

Second hand Ghosts Part II:

These second hand ghost stories have been passed on to me by trusted sources. They are not the only second hand stories that I've heard, only the ones that I believe.

Having said that, this next one is creepy. This happened in the early nineties to my old boyfriend's friend. This is how my old boyfriend told it; he was not liable to make up nonsense, and he didn't spread the story around.

He was friends with these two best friends since high-school. They were out one night, and the two others dropped him off. For sake of ease I will refer to the three as Tom, Dick, and Harry, Tom being my old boyfriend, then. Dick then took Harry home. Only Harry's Mother did not know that he again snuck out late after hours to drink with Dick. The boys were just out of school and still underage.

When the police awoke Harry's Mother then at four in the morning to tell her that her son and Dick had been in an accident, and that Harry had been killed, she didn't believe them. She told them he was asleep in his bed, but he wasn't.

Dick survived. Harry was dead. That summer Dick worked double overtime at Kennywood in the heat of the sun to pay for college, and also to take his mind off the fact that he had killed his best friend. It was late August, and he had just started college. He came home one night to his dorm room, exhausted, and passed out in bed, but the phone kept ringing; he could hear it in his sleep. He was thinking this wyrd, as he didn't yet have a phone in his room, then, remembered the one in the hall of the dormitory. It was still ringing, only he was still asleep. Then, Dick had a dream. He dreamt that he got out of his bed, unlocked the door, and went down the hall to answer the insistent telephone. Only when he answered, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and his blood ran cold. It was Harry. He knew the voice. Harry whispered, "Wake up, Dick, you're dead."

If that isn't scary enough, Dick did try to wake from the dream, only he couldn't. He went into some catatonic state of shock and fear brought on by working seventy-some hours a week in the August heat, exhaustion and guilt. He lay in a comatose state for several days before waking, and the doctors said that if he wouldn't have been awakened, that he very well would have died.

I still get the shakes and shivers telling this story from so long ago. It seems that Harry held no grudge against Dick in death, and in fact, is watching over him.