Friday-Free-For-All: Tell me a scary story!

In honor of tomorrow’s spooky day let’s all light a virtual campfire and tell each other spooky stories.

Try to stick to spooky stories you have heard (or that have happened to you) about Frederick and the surrounding area. But any old spooky story will do in a pinch.

Ready, set, boo!


8 thoughts on “Friday-Free-For-All: Tell me a scary story!

  1. I’ll tell a story on behalf of my mother-in-law.

    Once, about 10 years ago, she was running errands in downtown Frederick and decided to stop into All Saints Episcopal Church to pray for a bit. She was the only one in the church, and it was very quiet. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from the back of the church. She hadn’t heard the door open, so she turned around to see who had come in, and there wasn’t anyone there. She figured it was just the old heating system rattling, or someone loudly walking by outside, so she went back to praying. As she listened though, the steps continued up the side aisle of the church and it REALLY did sound like someone walking in the church. She stopped praying and just listened and watched, but still didn’t see anyone. When the footsteps turned and started walking across the front of the church toward her, she decided it was time to leave. She was a bit spooked, so she hurried down the center aisle and was almost running by the time she got to the back of the church. As she put her hands up to push open the double doors, they both flew open in front of her before she could touch them. She was so freaked she cut her errands short and drove straight home.

    I can’t 100% vouch for this story since it didn’t happen to me, but my mother-in-law is not one to make up ghost stories, so I personally believe it happened!


  2. Not a Frederick story but about my grandmother who was born and raised in/near Deerfield MA (she’s 100 years old now). When she was a little girl, a neighbor passed away. My grandmother loved flowers and actually took some from the cemetery after the woman was buried. Late that night (or maybe a few days later) my grandmother woke up to find the woman staring at her at the foot of her bed. No words were spoken but my grandmother said the woman wanted her flowers returned.

    As Sara said about her story, I can’t vouch but knowing my grandmother, this really happened. She never thought it was a dream. She knew she woke up and saw the dead woman’s ghost at her bedside.


  3. I have a friend who is a contractor in downtown Frederick. He specializes in renovating old buildings. While renovating the upstairs old Routzahn’s Building on square corner (where the Gazette is currently), one of his workers said the elevator door opened and a woman in a long blue dress (like from around the styles of 1900) got off the elevator and literally walked through the wall. My friend says this guy was not on any substances and not one to make things up. I am pretty sure that worker was not willing to work in that building after that. Of course I can’t vouch for the story having not been there myself. (for which I am very glad)


  4. A little late for Halloween–just now saw the thread–but I do have a couple of first-hand stories to share that, while not exactly ‘scary,’ sort of fit within the genre. First, a little background…

    I was raised in “the country” on the Eastern Shore of MD among older relatives who’d often speak of old superstitions. Even as a kid, when I’d hear this sort of thing from my grandmother and others, I’d think to myself, “Gee, older people can come up with some strange ideas.” Observations such as “If a butterfly should fly into the house, someone close to you will soon die” struck me as bizarre and slightly amusing, even when relating to the Grim Reaper, as this one did. When I’d ask my relatives if they really believed such silly things, they’d never answer directly. They’d mutter something like “Well, that’s what the old folks always used to say.” And I’d feel glad that my generation was free of such outmoded thinking.

    But, as time went on, several incidents took place that caused me to think back on this and other superstitious comments I’d heard from older family members. I’ll only relate a couple here, though there are a few more stories I could tell. In early 1967, when I was 13, I was in my grandmother’s kitchen with “Ma,” as we called her, my grandmother’s self-described “old maid” first cousin who’d always lived with my grandparents. “Ma” was at the sink, doing dishes, when she suddenly turned toward the slightly-open window near the sink and started swatting, mumbling something like “Butterfly, what are you doing in here?” Seeing nothing myself near the window, I asked Ma what she was doing. She said, “Didn’t you see that butterfly that just flew through the window”? When I said no, she exclaimed, “How could you miss him? That white butterfly??” I asked her why such a thing seemed to bother her, and once again I heard the old story of the butterfly signifying impending death of a family member. Well, as I recall it was 2 weeks later that my grandmother passed away in her sleep from a heart attack….as I discovered upon trying to wake her the next morning.

    Another superstitious saying relating to death I grew up hearing was, “If you see an owl, or hear one hoot, during the daytime, a family member will soon die.” In March 1994, my significant other and I–feeling some cabin fever after a hard winter–decided to go for a ride and get some fresh air. We were driving on a back road through the woods not from our house when I suddenly asked him to stop, and back up. There, on my side of the road, sitting on a low limb so close it was almost in reach, was an owl. In broad daylight, calmly regarding me at close range. I rolled down the window, and he didn’t move. Both of us just sat and stared–neither of us had seen an owl in the wild before, and certainly never expected to see one at high noon, practically eye to eye. Finally we drove on, with me chuckling and commenting that seeing such a thing would have really spooked the old folks I’d grown up among. But, I secretly felt uneasy. Nevertheless, when my mother passed away (of a heart attack, like my grandmother) on April 4th–not 2 weeks after this roadside encounter–I didn’t immediately think back to the owl. Only later did I recall the incident in terms of it preceding my mother’s death by less than 2 weeks.

    Obviously, we are talking coincidence here. I only offer these stories “for your consideration,” as Rod Serling used to say in introducing Twilight Zone.


    • Thanks FF for your personal stories. I’d never heard of either the butterfly nor the owl in daytime legend before. It reminds me that I meant to comment on this post earlier. When I was about 11 in the early ’70’s, we lived in a small town in NW Illinois called Lena (coincidentally, the same town of approximately population 1,700 when I lived there, that the dentist who donated most of the surgical supplies to start up our very own Civil War museum here in Frederick, lives now). We lived in an old brick house on Main Street and every time we would leave the house for over a couple hours, we would come home to a heavy, thick, perfumey smell of rose perfume in the pantry, which was right near the basement staircase. We all smelled it and it was a very old-fashioned, heavy, powdery smell. Not spooky per se, but something I’ll never forget.


      • It would be interesting, lizfrog, to know if there was anything in the history of that old house in Lena that might connect with that thick smell of rose perfume. Not that I really believe in the supernatural, you understand 🙂


  5. My grandparents believed that if you let a rocking chair rock while no one was in it, that family member would die soon. Everytime I would get out of their one of many rocking chairs you would instantly have to stop it.


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