ok, i am sitting out in the living alone.........at night...........AGH!
Anyhoo, heres my story, not so much scary as wierd.
I live in a small town in the foothills of the sierra nevadas in California. The town i live in was founded in the 1850 and was a gold rush town. it has a violent history and i swear this is true, the founder was killed in a gunfight and is buried under main street. the ice cream store used to be a brothel for miners (ironic, i know) and one of the dancers was named Eleanor. eleanor died eventually....but her ghost is still there. the ice cream store NEVER remains in the same ownership for longer than a couple years. I work there summers and a family friend used to run it. There is an old elevator that moves with no one in it an emitts a cold breeze. FREAKY!!!!!!!!