[Music] in the 1990s I was a police officer in a small town named Stillwater it was a quiet place with not much happening my job was mostly dealing with small things like helping lost pets or keeping an eye on the local shops but one night something strange happened that I will never forget it was a cold October night the moon was full and there was a chill in the air I was patrolling the outskirts of town where there were fewer houses and more empty Fields everything seemed calm but then I noticed something odd as I
drove down Maple Street I saw an old abandoned house with its back door wide open I knew this house it had been empty for years ever since old Mrs Jensen passed away nobody ever went there the place gave everyone the creeps but seeing that open door I felt I had to check it out it was my job after all I parked my car and got out flashlight in hand the night was silent except for the crunch of leaves under my boots as I walked closer to the house I heard something that made me stop in
my tracks it sounded like children playing laughing giggling and the faint sound of a ball bouncing it didn't make any sense no kids should be there especially not at this time of night my heart started to race but I took a deep breath and kept walking I had to make sure everything was all right I stepped inside the back door the house smelled musty like old wood and dust my flashlight beam cut through the the darkness showing empty rooms and cobwebs the sounds of children playing seemed to come from deeper inside the house hello is
anyone here I called out but there was no answer I followed the sounds my footsteps echoing in the empty halls I passed through the kitchen where old dishes still sat in the sink then into the living room where faded wallpaper peeled off the walls the noises seemed to be coming from upstairs now I climbed the creaky staircase each step feeling heavier than the last as I reached the top the sound suddenly stopped the silence was deafening I shown my flashlight around and saw nothing but Dusty empty rooms feeling a chill down my spine I turned
to leave but something on the floor caught my eye it was a piece of paper torn and yellowed with age I picked it up and felt a shiver run through me it was a page from a children's book and on it was a drawing of a police officer the officer looked just like me right down to the badge number my hand started to shake how could this be who left this here I didn't want to stay and find out I quickly made my way back downstairs as I reached the back door I heard the children's
laughter again this time louder and closer I ran out of the house my heart pounding I didn't stop until I was back in my patrol car I locked the doors started the engine and drove away as fast as I could in the rearview mirror I could see the house dark and Silent once more when I got back to the station I told my partner what happened he laughed it off saying it was probably just my imagination or maybe some local kids playing a prank but I knew what I heard and saw I wasn't going back
to that house not for anything it's a part of my past that haunts me a reminder that some things are better left unexplored if you ever find yourself in Still Water do yourself a favor stay away from the old Jensen house some doors once opened should never be Revisited [Music] my name is John and I live in a small town where not much happens one day I decided to paint my old truck it was a sunny afternoon and I set up all my painting supplies in the driveway the car needed a fresh coat of red
paint and I was excited to make it look new again as I started painting I felt like someone was watching me I looked around but saw no one I shook my head and went back to work a few minutes later I heard a soft voice say hello I turned around and saw a woman standing by the edge of my driveway she wore a long old-fashioned dress and had a sad look in her eyes hello I replied feeling a bit uneasy can I help you with something the woman smiled faintly I used to live here long
ago she said this place brings back many memories that's interesting I said trying to be polite would you like to sit down and talk about it she nodded and moved closer but she was gone when I turned to get a chair I looked everywhere but couldn't find her it was like she vanished Into Thin Air I felt a chill run down my spine fine maybe I was just imagining things I went back to painting trying to shake off the strange encounter as the day went on I couldn't stop thinking about the woman who was she
why did she disappear like that I decided to go inside and take a break I made myself a cup of coffee and sat by the window watching the driveway to my surprise I saw the woman again this time she was standing closer to the truck I quickly went outside but once again she was gone before I could reach her I felt felt a mix of fear and curiosity I had to know more about this mysterious woman the next day I went to the local library I asked the librarian if she knew anything about the history
of my house she gave me an old newspaper article about a woman named Mary who used to live there Mary had died in a tragic accident 35 years ago according to the article she was hit by a car while crossing the street in front of the house I couldn't believe it the woman I saw matched Mary's description perfectly could it be her was her spirit somehow still tied to my house I had so many questions and no answers that night I couldn't sleep I kept thinking about Mary why was she appearing now what did she
want I decided to visit the police station the next morning maybe they could help me understand what was going on when I arrived at the police station I told Officer Reynolds about my encounters with the woman he listened carefully and then told me something even more unsettling John you're not the first person to see her Officer Reynolds said over the years we've had several reports of a woman fitting Mary's description appearing and then Vanishing it's always around this time of year close to the anniversary of her death my heart pounded in my chest why didn't
anyone tell me about this before I bought the house I asked we didn't want to scare anyone Officer Reynolds explained most people don't believe in ghosts but seeing her yourself that's different I left the police station with more questions than answers I decided to keep a close watch on the driveway that at night maybe I could finally talk to Mary and find out why she was still here as the sun set I set up a chair by the window and waited hours passed and I started to feel sleepy just when I was about to give
up I saw her again Mary was standing by the truck looking just as sad as before I rushed outside determined not to let her disappear again Mary I called out please I need to talk to you she turned to face me and for the first time I saw Tears In Her Eyes I'm so lonely she whispered I can't find peace why are you still here I asked gently what can I do to help you Mary looked at the house and then back at me my family moved away after I died she said I never got
to say goodbye I'm stuck here waiting for them my heart achd for her Mary your family is long gone but you don't have to be alone maybe it's time to let go and find peace she smiled sadly thank you she said I'll try with that she slowly faded away like Mist in the morning sun I stood there for a long time hoping she had found the piece she needed the next day I finished painting the truck it looked great but I couldn't stopped thinking about Mary I hoped she was finally at rest as I cleaned
up my supplies I noticed a small bouquet on the front porch they weren't there before I picked them up and found a note attached it read thank you I smiled feeling a sense of relief Mary had finally found peace and in a way so had I [Music] I grew up in a small town called milfield it's the kind of place where everyone knows everyone and secrets don't stay hidden for long Bob Jones was a local reporter known for his annoying habit of flicking people's ears it was his way of getting your attention I suppose I
never liked it but you couldn't do anything about it Bob had been around forever and he was part of the town's fabric one day news spread that Bob had passed away from lung cancer it it was sudden and it shook the town even though he was annoying he was one of us we all attended his funeral remembering his little quirks his dedication to reporting and of course his ear flicking habit life went on but something strange started happening after Bob's death I first heard about it from Tim the town's Baker he said he saw Bob
at the scene of a car accident on Elm Street Tim swore he saw Bob standing there watching even though everyone knew Bob was dead I laughed it off maybe Tim had won too many beers I thought but then more stories started coming in Mrs Thompson the librarian claimed she saw Bob near the old library when it caught fire she said he was just standing there staring at the Flames then there was Jenny who worked at the diner she said she saw Bob at the scene of a robbery the stories kept piling up and it wasn't
long before the whole town was talking about Bob's ghost at first the police were skeptical they thought it was just people letting their imaginations run wild but everything changed one night for officer Daniels he was a tough no-nonsense kind of guy and he didn't believe in ghosts that was until he encountered Bob in his own home it was late and officer Daniels was getting ready for bed he was brushing his teeth when he felt a chill run down his spine he looked up into the mirror and there behind him was Bob his face was pale
his eyes Hollow Daniel spun around but there was no one there he thought he was imagining things but then he felt it a flick on his ear his heart raced and he broke out in a cold sweat that was the moment he knew the stories were true words spread quickly about officer Daniel's experience and the town's fear grew people started noticing strange things whenever someone felt a sudden itch or flick on their ear they knew Bob was near it became an unspoken rule to avoid talking about him hoping it would make him go away but
he didn't weeks turned into months and Bob's ghost continued to appear the sightings became more frequent and his his appearance grew more disturbing he started to look like he was decomposing his skin hung Loosely his clothes tattered and dirty it was as if his ghost was rotting just like his body in the grave it was horrifying I remember the night I saw Bob myself I was driving home from a late shift at the factory it was a foggy night and the road was eerily quiet as I turned a corner my headlights caught a figure standing
in the middle of the road I slammed on the brakes and my heart pounded in my chest it was Bob he looked worse than ever his face was gaunt his eyes sunken his mouth moved like he was trying to say something but no sound came out I sat there Frozen unable to move then I felt it a flick on my ear I screamed and hit the gas speeding away as fast as I could when I got home I locked the doors and didn't sleep a wink that night the next morning I talked to my friend
Sarah about what happened she told me that she had felt the flick on her ear too just a few days before she said it felt like a warning like Bob was trying to tell us something we didn't know what to make of it but we knew one thing for sure Bob's ghost was real and he was everywhere as time went on the town became accustomed to Bob's ghost people learned to live with the occasional ear flick and the creepy sightings some believed Bob was trying to atone for his sins While others thought he was just
a Restless Spirit whatever the reason his presence was undeniable one thing that still haunts me to this day is the feeling I get whenever my ear itches it's a subtle reminder that Bob is still out there watching it sends chills down my spine every time and I can't help but wonder if he'll ever find peace milfield will never be the same without Bob Jones the reporter who couldn't leave us even in death his ghostly presence is a part of our town now a constant reminder of the man who flicked our ears and made us jump
and as long as that feeling persists we'll never forget him
