She aged prematurely. Weary with a voice ridden with sighs, the spinster accepts these conditions. Still, Rosa wonders if all this was preventable. Perhaps if certain precautions were attended to, she could have avoided the happenings that solidified her fate on that night before Christmas many years ago, circumstances that make her story all too fitting for the literary category of tales concerning Christmas ghosts and haunted houses.
Welcome to the second edition of Classics: – A Chilling Ghost Story for a Chilly Night. The title of the story for this edition is Horror: A True Tale, written by John Berwick Harwood way back in 1861 for Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine, Volume LXXXIX, No 543. (see the accompanying photo for an example of what this magazine looked like). This piece is an example of a traditional Christmas ghost story, so appropriate for this wonderful time of the year!
In the first edition of this series, (The Beckoning Fair One by Oliver Onions), I explain my intentions. I’ll revisit a paragraph that summarizes these intentions well:
It is my intention not so much to review these stories as it is to walk through them much like a fearful visitor might walk through a haunted house. Hopefully I can capture the atmosphere without giving too much away. But while on the walk, there will be time for analysis here and there and room for stray thoughts that creep about like watchful specters.
I will proceed according to the objectives specified in the above paragraph. First I’ll describe “the traditional Christmas ghost story” and then I’ll place Harwood’s chilling tale within its context and let the walk-through begin.
So, settle in, sit back and come with me inside a classic Christmas story. We’ll wander into “certain” depths. As for the depths of “uncertainty”as to what scared this woman so much on that festive yet fateful holiday night, it’s up to you to plunge deeper into her nightmare by reading the story yourself. You can read it here for free – Horror: A True Tale by John Berwick Harwood.
The Telling of Ghost Stories on Christmas Eve and the Plight of Poor Rosa
The telling of ghost stories on Christmas Eve was a common tradition back in them there days of yore. Many authors captured this tradition in the stories they penned. Such stories usually begin at a Christmas gathering. Guests sit by a fire, their glasses are filled with wine. They have been well fed, their minds are a bit hazy, and they listen to the “teller” as s/he speaks of a fanciful tale of witches, goblins, or sprites. Sometimes the story spoken by the narrator is the story that the author wishes to convey. The story itself might have little to do with Christmas activities, but the telling will take place on the Eve of the holiday. Other times the story told by the narrator is only a catalyst for the horror that will take place to one of the listeners after the telling. Very likely, it will occur after the party winds down when the spooked listener prepares for bed. Such is the case here in Horror, a True Tale.
In my article Christmas Ghosts and Haunted Houses I make the case for the “Christmas Haunted House”, a recurring theme in Christmas ghost stories. This is the place where the festivities are taking place. It’s fun to listen to ghost stories in a place of warmth. The lighting might be limited for the sake of atmosphere, but there is light , unlike the darkness that exists on the other side of the walls, outside, on a cold, windy night. Such weather will not be ignored by the secluded party guests. Its winds will howl and tree branches will scrape against the eaves. The cold face of frost will press against the windows. All this adds to the scary entertainment. Fun additions. An added soundtrack accompanied by some visuals. Little do they know that they are not only inside a Christmas ghost story but, worse yet, they are inside a Christmas haunted house. Such a house will gladly accept what I had called “winters symbolic doom” inside it’s walls. Once a place of cheer and stories, later a place to harbor the scary things of darkness that were previously confined to fancy. This is what happens to Rosa’s house.. And poor Rosa will be its victim.
All this anticipation – setting things up for the climatic event. This is 90% of Harwood’s tale. It’s all about the journey to the resolution, and this is quite all right, for any thoughtful traveller will tell you that it’s the journey itself that counts most.
Rosa, both lamenting and accepting of the life she led, robbed of love and companionship, remembers all too well that fateful Christmas party in her father’s mansion; the shortage of sleeping chambers, her strange godmother for whom she gave up her room. She will tell you about what went down. She will tell you how she ended up sleeping in that chamber the servants whispered about. And you will listen if you are a curious person. But of course you are!
She will tell you of the tales told around the fireplace where the Yule’s log blazed, tales that caused her soul to shiver. Such a shivering would persist later that night as she escorts her strange godmother to the safe bedroom that was once hers but is no longer. The godmother is a bit too knowing, and she offers that maybe they should share the room. Rosa refuses and walks the dark corridors into a wing of the house she had rarely entered , certainly never at night by candlelight. She will encounter those classic haunted house staples, such as the gallery with portraits of long since dead relatives with following eyes. She will pass the armors of “once-upon-a-time knights” that stand menacingly in the shadows. All to get to a strange room where she will be alone. Or will she?
She will imagine the things from the fireplace stories joining her in her chamber. Will it be a walking corpse, a lifeless skeleton?
Never trust a strange sleeping chamber when you’re inside a haunted house story. Had she known she was but a character inside a chilling tale, she would have known better.
This is as far as we will tread, readers. Tread further, y’all. Read the story. Join Rosa. Don’t leave her all alone.
Stop the holiday press! (Is there such a thing?) Put those ornaments back on the tree right now. Return those vines of ivy to the banister. Rehang those stockings and regurgitate some of those “Ho Ho Ho”’s you swallowed on the 25th, cause I got one more Christmas-themed post for you! It is a book of Christmas ghost stories – Ghosts of Christmas Past – A chilling collection of modern and classic Christmas ghost stories.
Published in 2017 in Great Britain, the stories within are from various years. Some date back to the 1800s. The book includes a story from M.R. James, whose name is synonymous with “The Christmas ghost story.” His stories were published in the early part of the 20th Century. Other stories in this collection are as recent as 2014. It is refreshing to see that the traditional Christmas ghost story lives on. I thought it was a thing of the past, as the book’s title suggests. (Not really!)
Telling ghost stories on Christmas Eve – I didn’t know there was such a tradition until 2015 when I saw an article floating around on Facebook (floating like a ghost – Booooooo!) A year later I wrote my own article on the subject. Now in 2018, I see the subject of “The Christmas ghost story” all over social media. Yay Internet! Still, I didn’t know there were modern stories; I thought that “Christmas ghosts” were phantoms of a bygone era. I’m glad that I was wrong.
In my 2016 article Christmas Ghosts and Haunted Houses I briefly describe the evolution of the Christmas ghost story, then go on to make a case for “The Christmas Haunted House”. A Christmas haunted house is usually haunted on Christmas Eve. It is the setting of festivities; friends and family gather there. The haunting takes place after the feasting and frolicking, or in some cases, it interrupts these activities. The haunting is symbolic of the cold and dreary winter that exists outside the window. If it is not symbolic of the cold and darkness, it is at least a reminder of these conditions. End of the year holidays, with all the lights and cheer, are there to counteract the harshness and darkness of winter. This was most certainly true in the ancient yuletide tradition of winter solstice. Winters were harsher, darker, and more deadly. When the lights go out, when the festivities come to an end, the darkness remains. Scary “winter’s tales” emerged from this, and the telling of such tales evolved into the telling of ghost stories on Christmas Eve. Safe inside a house, beside a warm and blazing fireplace, the ghost stories are fun….but…even today, darkness is right outside. So close….so….what if a real ghost joins the party, escaping from its prison inside these fanciful tales?
Much of the literature revolving around Christmas ghosts are stories within stories. A group gathers in a house on Christmas Eve to tell fanciful ghost stories to pass the time on such a cold winter night. Often one of the storytellers relays a “true” ghost story. Fantasy becomes reality. And “reality” has always been there, lurking outside of their protective indoor setting. Now it is inside.
For the record, not all Christmas ghost stories involve haunted houses. But many do and I love it, because if you haven’t noticed , I’m a haunted house kind of guy! Are there any Christmas haunted house stories in the book that is up for review, Ghosts of Christmas Past? Answer: Of course! What a silly question, for this is a haunted house kinda blog! And it is these stories that I will single out , not that they are better than the “houseless” stories but because they fit the theme of this blog. However , do they conform to my criteria of what makes a “Christmas haunted house” story? Sometimes they do.
To my dismay, authors both past and present never said, “Hey, there is or will be this Daniel Cheely guy, and he says Christmas haunted houses have to be written such-and- such a way, and I must write my story accordingly.” In other words, the specific details of my “Christmas haunted house” criteria will not always play out in every story. I know, awww! But I will say this; most of the haunted house stories in this book that I am about describe feature a noticeable dichotomy: the happenings inside the house vs. the happenings outside the house. To go from one to another, from out to in or in to out, is to transcend into the supernatural in someway. Things outside peer in, spirits in the home vanish when exiting the house. To some extent, these observations reflect the themes of 1) warm/cozy inside – 2) cold, dark and scary outside, and the convergence of these two states. Don’t you agree? Maybe you will be able to answer this question when I go into more details about the stories. And I will do that. Right now!
Warning! There will be spoilers!
Dinner for One – by Jenn Ashworth – first published 2014
This story is told from the ghost’s perspective. The ghost haunts his/her wife/partner on Christmas. The gender of the ghost is not revealed and the official status of the relationship is unclear, although it is assumed these two were once lovers, back when the ghost inhabited a living body.
The ghost rearranges things in the house, sets the table for dinner, and gets irate when the former lover fails to acknowledge the ghost’s efforts. The angry spirit throws the plates/glasses on the floor. See, the ghost doesn’t realize that it is dead. The doings of the ghost – this troubles the lady of the house, understandably so.
Meanwhile, the surviving lover spends much time outside the house. She stands over a bed of rocks. It will be revealed that the body of her former partner lies there. She had killed him. Poor ghost, it’s body thrown out of the house, buried under the earth. Poor former person – tossed out of the world of the living. All it wants is to live, to spend Christmas with its former lover. And so, it returns to the house and, unknowingly, haunts it.
The Shadow– by E Nesbit – first published in 1905
Ah, a classic Christmas ghost story! It fits the classic is formula. A group of a young girls, on Christmas Eve, gather in a sleeping chamber in a house they occupy to share fanciful ghost stories. They invite one of the household maids into the room and ask her to tell a ghost story. She is shy, somewhat reluctant to share her story. But she gives in.
The maid’s tale is a true one. She once visited the house of two friends, a married couple. The wife is sick in bed, so she spends most of her time in the company of the male friend. All the while both are haunted by a presence, a shadow. This shadow is symbolic of…something. Something that hides underneath. Underneath what? Just underneath.
By the time the maid finishes the story, the presence is inside the chamber. A tragedy occurs, a tragedy that ties one of the girls to the accounts described by the maid.
In their protective environment on Christmas Eve, the girls had shared made-up stories. Then a horrid, truthful tale penetrates their security. The safe house has been haunted.
This Beautiful House – by Louis De Bernieres – first published 2004
A man returns to his childhood home every Christmas Eve. He always stands on the grounds, observing the outdoor setting, reflecting, taking in the serenity. He likes to remember the past Christmases that took place inside the house and relive all the cherished memories he had with his family. Often, the man can see them in the house, through the windows, he witnesses activity inside.
One by one, various family members come out to greet him. Mother and father, sisters or brothers, uncles. They plead with him, but whether their pleas are for him to come inside or for him to just go away, it is not clear. But the man never enters the house and he doesn’t go away until he is ready.
A tragedy caused all these family members to perish inside the house many years ago on Christmas Eve. Even so, the man knows where to find them, every year on the anniversary of their deaths, he sees their ghosts. Is he a ghost as well? A ghost that is unwilling to join his family in death where he belongs? Is he reluctant to attend an eternal Christmas party inside the house?
Inside. Outside. The meeting of these two sides and what happens or doesn’t happen on the crossroads. This is what this story is about.
The Ghost in the Blue Chamber – by Jerome K. Jerome – first published in 1891
Another classic story adhering to the classic formula. This is somewhat of a humorous tale. A man tells a ghost story to a group of people that are gathered at his house on Christmas Eve night. It is a true story. He claims the blue chamber of his house is haunted by a murderer and his victims. When he was alive, the murderer had a pastime of killing musicians (See, I told you this was humorous . Laugh! Ha ha ha!). He tells the group the details of all the murders.
After the telling, the man’s nephew insists in sleeping in the blue chamber. That night, the ghost of the murderer visits the nephew. Both men, nephew and ghost, pass the night with chitchat and pipe smoking. Soon it is time for the ghost to leave. All ghosts must return to the cosmos before dawn, after all. The nephew walks the ghost out the door and down the sidewalk. Soon he confronts two truths: 1)the ghost is no longer by his side 2) The nephew forgot to put on his pants before going outside.
There is not much more to this story. I can’t find any symbolism within. So, how about my whole “inside/outside” dynamic? Does it play out in this story? Well, the ghost is there in the house. When he leaves the house , when he goes outside , he disappears. So there’s that. And…that’s all I got.
The Lady and the Fox – by Kelly Link – First published in 2014
This is my favorite of the bunch. It is more a story of fantasy and wonder, though it is a little creepy and somewhat ghostly. It is a modern fairy tale. Young Miranda, a little girl, enjoys spending Christmases with The Honeywell family. Elspeth Honeywell is her godmother. Her son Daniel is like a step-brother to Miranda. Over the years he will become more than that, off and on.
Miranda lives with an aunt. Her mother is in prison and probably will be for life. It seems as though the Honeywells have custody of her only at Christmas time. One Christmas Eve, while a large gathering of Honeywells party it up at the house, Miranda sees a strange man peering into the windows from outside. She goes out to meet him. She discovers he is a Honeywell…from a different time period. He dresses in 17th century outfits. No, he is not a ghost, he insists. His name is Fenny, an no, he can’t go inside the house. This isn’t allowed. He wishes the little girl would just go away and leave him alone.
Year after year, Miranda meets Fenny outside the house on Christmas Eve. He eventually warms up to her. He comes with the snow. She ages, he does not. Never does he come inside.
Miranda is a young woman now. She grows to love him. To want him. And he her. She will literally hang on to him to prevent him from disappearing.
Who is Fenny if he’s not a ghost? He is, after all, solid. I failed to mention that before. I am mentioning it now. Perhaps Miranda craves that which is “solid”, a solid relationship , a solid understanding of how she fits into the Honeywell family. Her relationship with her mother is far from solid. The prison system does not allow her to see her. Her relationship with Daniel is confusing. She feels more at home with the Honeywells than she does at her aunt’s place. Is Fenny the physical incarnation of Miranda ’ s desire to belong? And will Fenny ever come inside? Will Miranda ever rid herself of the feeling that she is always on the outside, looking in? Outside. Inside.
Outside the Christmas house. Inside the Christmas house. The places in between the inside and outside, the places that fuel the supernatural. These are the themes I have noticed in these stories. These themes relate to my observations concerning Christmas haunted houses in literature – fragile safety zones that are in no way impermeable to the dark forces that lurk outside in the darkened night of winter.
As a reminder, these are not the only stories in the book. I have covered less than half. But these are the Christmas haunted house stories. I recommend buying the book and reading all the stories. Some are better than others, but this is always the case with anthologies.
Thank you for reading this article about Ghosts of Christmas Past, especially since Christmas has passed (See what I did there?). I wish you a happy post-Christmas. May your home receive the leftovers of the Christmas ghost. May they haunt your house – inside and out.
“Tis the time of Christmas season , FA LA LA LA LA…. and stuff
Deck the page with lovely reruns FA LA LA LA LA…. that’s enough.”
Yes, this piece will be another one of those posts littered with links to some of my past articles and reviews concerning Christmas and Spooky Stuff. Forgive me, but keep in mind, so many established entertainment entities do this. Take SNL, they have their “Christmas Special” where they regurgitate clips from past episodes. So..that’s what this article is – it’s special! As Radiohead so eloquently phrases it, “so fucking special!!”
The truth of the matter is that I’ve been busy, and I’ve faced certain obstacles that have prevented me from writing. I went travelling for a few days, so there’s that. Then there is the holiday season, which always works against ones normal, everyday schedule. And then my computer went on the fritz. It took some time to get things up and working again. But I’m here now, and Christmas is several days away , so here comes a Christmas – themed post for ya- An index of articles and reviews that I have written pertaining to haunted houses and the holidays. Enjoy!
First on the list is this article – Christmas Ghosts and Haunted Houses. I trace the history of the Christmas ghost story. By the article’s end, I make the case for the Christmas haunted house, a unique set up where such a house can be distinguished from other haunted houses in literature.
Next, a review of A Strange Christmas Game by J H Riddell. This is a story about ghosts that recreate the events of a deadly game that occurred on a Christmas Eve in the past.
Next, there is story called Smee. This is a review of a a very popular Christmas ghost (and haunted house) story, at least according to the number of hits this post receives all year long. Written by A. M Burrage, it is a story of a game of hide and seek in a big old house. A ghost joins in the game.
Finally, A Christmas haunted house story written by yours truly (hint: that’s me!). A frightened old man helplessly tries to ward of all the ghosts that haunt his house on Christmas Eve. Please read my story – Spirits in the Night, Exchanging Chances
December is no time to give up the ghost! Quite the contrary! Rather, it is time to embrace the Christmas “spirit.” This would be not the spirit of peace and good will toward men (although that spirit is kind of sweet, you have to admit!). Instead, I’m referring to you average, run of the mill specter that haunts the Christmas ghost story. Yes there are such ghostly tales. Surely you’ve heard the Christmas song sung by Andy Williams, “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year?” Well check out this verse:
There’ll be parties for hosting Marshmallows for toasting And caroling out in the snow There’ll be scary ghost stories And tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago.
Yes, Christmas is the season for ghost stories. At least it was back in them olden days. Colin Fleming in his article Ghosts on the Nog goes so far as to call such a tale “The classic English Christmas ghost story”. Perhaps the most famous of them all is Charles Dickens’ 1943 classic novella A Christmas Carol, with Scrooge and the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future.
Well, now that I’ve established that the Christmas ghost not only exists but is also, in fact traditional, I’m going to go a step further. I’m going to make a case for the literary existence of “The Christmas Haunted House”. I have not yet seen that term coined in any articles or literature, but I argue that certain traditions and ghost story telling rituals have given way to such a concept. What is a Christmas haunted house? I’ll try to answer that question. To do so, I must first delve into an historical analysis of ghosts, stories, Christmases and dark winters. So a delving I will go, laughing all the way, HA HA HA HA!
In the article Ghost Stories for Christmas at hypnogoira.com, Jim Moon reminds us of the various rituals that took place during the Germanic Yule and Roman Saturnalia festivals, and how some of the rituals of the ancient winter solstice later became associated with Christmas celebrations. There were fires and festivals to commemorate the shortest day of the year. Shortest day = darkest day. Dark day? Hmm. Maybe “commemorate” is not the most appropriate word to use in this context. Perhaps “offset” it a better choice. Yes. The idea was to combat the darkness with lights. They would even go so far as to bring trees inside their homes and light them up. (Later to be known as the Christmas/Holiday Tree). Although there is no evidence for the postulates put forth in the upcoming quote from the article, Moon presents the idea that winter stories of the supernatural originated during these ancient winter holidays.
Now it is assumed that during such ancient festivities, stories were told of gods and monsters which explained why the days would grow so dark, and our telling of ghost stories is an echo of these spiritual and religious recitations and rituals
Think about this. In the days before electricity, in the days of agrarian homesteads, resources aimed at warding off the cold and darkness were limited (at least when compared to today’s standards). Thus, “the dark” and “the cold” were pretty ominous things. Even during the festive solstice celebrations, the lingering darkness and the bitter cold continued to exert their powers. These forces surrounded their fragile, festival fires, where the celebrants sought warmth and light.
Soon the fires would be extinguished. But the darkness and the cold temperatures would remain. (These are my words. Remember them – for I will come back to them later when I discuss The Christmas Haunted House.)
Thus, it seems only natural that these environmental conditions would extract some scary stories from the imaginations of the people of that day. Hence we have the term “winter’s tale.”
Keith Lee Moris mentions Shakespeare’s “The Winter’s Tale” in his 2014 article from the Independent. Written in 1611, one of Shakespeare’s characters says, “A sad tale’s best for winter. I have one / of sprites and goblins.” Also of note is the book Saducismus Triumphatus . Referring back to Moon’s article, this book, written in 1681, argues that witches and spirits do in fact exist. That’s nice and stuff, but the reason I bring it up has to do with a fitting quote from the book. The quote is also referenced in Moon’s article. “These are not winter’s tales!”
In defending the legitimacy of magical witchcraft, the author uses the term “winter’s tales” to differentiate between fiction and what he proposes to be fact ( the witches). Thus, “winter’s tales” are similar to “Old wives’s tales”, or stories made up to explain a certain set of phenomenon. So what we learn from these two sources is that by the 17th century, the idea of a “Winter’s Tale” was common parlance, and it can be defined as a made-up story about dark, dismal and horrific topics.
By the Victorian Era, The ancient Yule traditions had merged with the Christian holiday customs, and “winter’s tales” evolved into Christmas ghost stories. Whereas societies of the 19th century were in a better position than ancient pagan societies to alleviate some of the harshness of dark winters, Victorian winters were still problematic. Moris mentions in his article that winter was the season that claimed the most lives. Antibiotics were not yet available and winters were very deadly. Counteracting this wintertime misfortune was the joyous celebrations of Christmas. Gifts, dinners, drinks, games and….ghost stories!
Returning to the Ghosts on the Nog article, Fleming implies that author M. R James is the master of the Christmas Ghost story. His ghost stories were published in the early to mid 1900s. Though the stories were not about Christmas, they were written to be read on Christmas Eve. In fact, James read these stories to his colleagues and favored students by candlelight on the eve of Christmas. He even went so far as to describe the proper Christmas Eve ghost story-telling environment. Guests should be well fed, full of eggnog, perhaps a little drunk. It will be cold outside, but it will be warm beside the fireplace. Participants should be releasing their inner child. They should be ready to have fun and dispense with disbelief. They should try to scare one another with their ghost stories.
Let’s throw another “James” into the Frey. A few months ago, I reviewed Henry James’s The Turn of the Screw. This is actually a story within a story. It begins in a setting similar to what M.R James described. (It’s tough “keeping up with the Jameses”) Friends are partying on Christmas Eve. They settle down, and one of the partiers begins the ghost story. The story is The “Turn of the Screw”.
Moris has an interesting observation in his article. He states:
“Winter’s ability to capture our imagination is at its strongest precisely when we are the farthest removed from its more harmful elements”
He goes on to cite examples, such as being “curled up” on a soft chair, besides a fire, all warm and cozy, while reading a ghost story. This protective environment is much like the setting of the Christmas Eve party that offers the activity of telling ghost stories. I’ll even go further and say this example applies to the pagan days of yore with their fireside tales.
BUT, (now this is a “big but” here) can you recall what I had asked for you to remember, further back in the article? In case you have forgotten, here it is again:
Soon the fires would be extinguished. But the darkness and the cold temperatures would remain.
I disagree slightly with Moris’s winter tale observation, and this disagreement is reflected in those sentences I had asked you to commit to memory. I might change Moris’s wording a bit. Here I go.
“Winter’s ability to capture our imagination is at its strongest precisely when we are the farthestslightly removed from its more harmful elements.”
I believe that winter’s effect on our imaginations is enhanced when its harmful elements are still near us. Imagine reading a scary book or hearing a ghost story while the dark night can be seen just outside the window, or the howling winds are to be heard underneath the crackle of the fire. Nature’s brutal elements are right there on the other side of the house’s walls. So close! That, for me, makes for a creatively frightful situation. The recipients of the ghost story are safe – temporarily. The fact that winter’s mighty roar is happening just outside adds to the “fun” tension. Perhaps the term “warmly vulnerable” is appropriate. The darkness and the cold temperatures are always there, just like they had remained with our pagan friends from a long time ago, with or without the fire.
One can expand on this situation and make it all the scarier. I shall be “the one” and expand I will! Let’s say, perhaps, that our frolicking friends are feeling “warmly vulnerable” during a ghost story session at a Christmas Eve gathering. Let’s remove the last visages of safety and allow winter’s symbolic doom to come inside. It’s warm. Festive. Have a drink. Merry Christmas! Fires. Games. Ghost stories. And then – real ghosts haunt the house. Frightful! This is what I would call A Christmas Haunted House.
Edgar Allen Poe’s poem The Raven hints at this. Though not a Christmas tale, the events of the poem occur on a dreary December evening. The protagonist is safe inside his chamber, except…(he asks) “Who’s that knocking at my chamber door?” Death is wanting in!
Before this season is over, I will be reviewing two Christmas ghost stories that may contain these house haunting story elements, both of which are listed in Fleming’sarticle. The first is J. H. Riddell’s story “A Strange Christmas Game” – 1863. From the article:
“…we have that idea of play again, only now it is the ghosts who are trying their hands at sport. Cards, as it were. A brother and sister have recently taken possession of a house willed to them, and the demise of their benefactor plays out like some horrible, woebegone mummer’s act.”
The second is “Smee” by A.M. Burrage – 1931. Again, from the article:
At this party, we’re playing a form of hide-and-seek in which the seeker advances upon the hider and says, “It’s me,” which, uttered quickly and breathlessly enough, becomes smee. It’s Christmas Eve, this is a big old rambling house, but one tiny problem: there’s an extra player who does not number among the guests.
Finally, I will be offering a Christmas Eve ghost story of my own. I believe it meets my critera for a Chistmas Haunted House tale. It surely contains a threat from the outside that wants in. However, there will be a twist. I will post this story here at the blog.
Well, Happy Holiday’s everyone! As you prepare your homes for Christmas, don’t forget to invite the ghosts inside. They are definitely part of the Christmas tradition, and your homes will be ever so delightfully haunted during this “most wonderful time of the year.”