It's that time of year for all the Halloween games. Here's a start...

Cat Bowling
http://www.brandextract.com/catbowling/

Garfield's Scary Scavenger Hunt 1
http://www.garfield.com/fungames/scavengerhunt/scavengerhunt.html


Garfield's Scary Scavenger Hunt 2
http://www.garfield.com/fungames/scavengerhunt2/scavengerhunt2.html

Halloween Hangman
http://dedge.com/flash/hangman/

oops,forgot the k-mart haunted house


http://games.mvm.com/halloween/index.php?sid=V02


i was hoping someone would come up with some new ones.

Oh, I remember that one JBN! It's a fun challenge.

I might run across some new ones in the other forums I post in. If I find any I'll post them.

Okay, the flying witch kept getting knocked off her broom by those stinking pumpkins, cat bowling was okay, but the witch laughed at me.
I did enjoy Garfields hunt though.

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OUIJA BOARD story

When I was about 12 or 13, a friend of mine had an older brother who was in high school, and like many rebellious teens in the late 80's he had jumped on the heavy metal sponsored satanism bandwagon. In his room he kept a large trunk full of cult related items (I'm guessing as to hide them from his parents), things like a ouija board, medallions, the necrominon,candles, and cult art.One summer afternoon my friend Nate and I decided that since nobody was home, It would be a good opportunity to rifle through his brothers belongings and play with all the "neat stuff"after doing a little examining and reading, and candle burning, and spell casting, and something to do with a pentagram, we decided to fire up the ol' ouija board.After a few rounds of "stop moving it, I'm not doing it" (I think we were moving it)we decided to put his brothers room back in order as to avoid getting our asses kicked if he came home soon.All of a sudden the "tone" of the room around us changed, I deffinatley felt it and i could tell by the look on Nates face he did too. And there was a distinct smell of something, not like the candles we'd blown out 5 minutes ago, but something acrid or hot. The pops and creaks began and sounded to be coming from the wash room just outside the door,Nate and I stepped out to have a look when the pops and creaks became noticibly more distinct upsatairs. I was still standing in his brothers room doorway when Nate started up the stairs to investigate.At that point it happened, thats the best way I have to explain it "it"doors slammed shut, pops, moans, creaks, and the central cold air intake ducting sounded like it was expanding and contracting. The activity distinctly began at one end of the house and moved to the other. When it was "over me" Nate sprang up the stairs to escape. At the same moment I felt "movement" beside me, a tingling all over me, and heard it's rapid muffled whispers. The upstairs door slammed shut. Nate quickly opened it back up, and by that time I was right behind him.We ran outside and just kept running. Neither one of us spoke for a moment or two as we began to walk back. When we got back to the house, we checked all the outside windows, they were shut. The central air was running quietly, as it had been all day.When we went back inside we discovered every interior door shut (even the 2 we had just ran through) and many lights turned on that hadn't been before.No one had come or gone during the entire incident and for a while thereafter, as we could see the entry door from downstairs and never lost sight of the house during our retreat.I run into Nate once in a while, and to this day the account still chills us both.



use the ouija board if dare

http://www.brainjar.com/dhtml/ouija/?question=am+i+goin...+here+soon%3F&reply=

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What a crock of sh@t

I think that is the jbnww version of a scary Halloween story!

If she is telling the truth, I belive her. Nothing good comes from a ouija board and any other satanic items.

lmao,, this story isn't about me, nor did i write it. it's halloween time. last year we posted ghost stories true or fabricated. i just ran across this one. i might even post another.

Cat Ghosts
by marshallnet.com@ns.marshallnet.com


My mother had two cats, one named carmel, (like the candy) and another named

nubee. (thats how we spelled it, but its actually cloud in french or

something) Carmel died long before nubee did, while we were on vacation I

believe. It was so long ago, I don't recall exactly. Then there was nubee.

Pronounced NEW BEE, she lived to be 20 human years, although i'm not sure

what that is in cat years, she had to be put to sleep. I always loved nubee

because she was so old she just loved to curl up next to you while watching

T.V. or taking a nap. She was the kindest gentlest cat I ever knew. Never bit

or scratched.

After she died, I really didn't think of her much, just because I never get

really attached to animals. Then one night while sleeping downstairs (where

my room had just been moved to) I heard the familiar cry of a cat. A very

unusual sound to those whom have heard it, not a whining or whimpering but a

very sort of scary odd sounding cry that is very hard to describe. I don't

know that all cats make the sound, never the less I heard it. Just like nubee

would do late late at night. When I had friends stay the night they would

often shake me awake at night and ask me, "What in the world is that sound?"

It would frighten most people. Now that I think of it I think there is a name

for what they do but I just can't remember.

After hearing the cry I pulled my head up to a ceiling high window, which

was just a foot off the ground level, so your eyes would just pan the area

just at ground level, which would make it easy to see any animals around. No

cats, no anything outside. I admit I was a little scared, so I didn't go

outside. But then it happed again, not more than a few days later. I had to

determine whether or not it was a cat outside or not, but it sounded so

close, not like sound through a window, but inside, like sound through a

hollow object. I slowly crept upstairs and looked around outside, but I saw

absolutly nothing. I didn't just peek around, I had a flashlight and I combed

my yard (under the decks and all) even around my neighbors yards. Nothing not

a thing.

I am a believer in ghosts, but I never thought cats. Then I remembered,

nubee was cremated, and her ash was in a tin box in our living room, directly

above my room in the basement



lots of good stories

http://theshadowlands.net/ghost/experiences.html

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lmao,, this story isn't about me, nor did i write it. it's halloween time. last year we posted ghost stories true or fabricated. i just ran across this one. i might even post another.

I was right! It was just a Halloweenie story!