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A Typical Haunted House
We believe the house was built around the turn of the century and
sits in a rather old part of town. We know that of the people that
owned the house before my grandparents, one is alive and one is
passed on (which possibly occurred in this house). Overall, there
is no overwhelmingly odd feeling about the house. There were
times, especially after we first moved in that I felt I was being
watched, but dismissed this feeling as paranoia. As a child the
basement always terrified me and the rest of my sisters, but we
were young and excitable. I also avoided the back bedrooms as they
had the same feeling. We do not know the previous owners nor have
we found the year that the house was built (despite research from
the title company that processed the title for the home).
There are only two
incidents to speak of. Not including the regular turning off and
on of our touch lamp. There are three levels of light, and it
always goes through each level and turns off. We at first thought
it was just the vibrations of trucks passing by or a bad outlet,
but it happens where ever we move it and there usually isn't
anyone around it. As if something is trying to tell us it is here
but doesn't want to bother us. The first convincing event happened
when our toilet overflowed (clean water) onto a rug in the
bathroom. I hung it up on the shower curtain rod to drip off for a
while. Every time I entered the bathroom throughout the rest of
the evening I found the rug in the bathtub. The first time I
assumed it had just fallen off as I may have hung it crooked. I
replaced it making sure that it was even and would not fall again.
Later when I returned it was in the bath tub. Each time, the rug
was in a different spot in the bathtub. Once it was two feet to
the left of where I had hung it on the rod. This happened 2 or
three more times until I went downstairs to yell at my boyfriend
for throwing it in the bathtub. He said he had not even used the
bathroom for the last few hours. We both found the incident a
little disturbing but not frightening.
The next
incident was a little spookier. I was home alone late at night. My
boyfriend works third shift, so he was gone. My dog was following
me from task to task and barked and constantly wanted to play as I
was doing my chores in the kitchen. The helium balloon my
boyfriend had gotten floated lazily in the corner. there was not
much air movement in the room. Our ceilings are taller than usual
so the balloon was pretty high up. My dog had never paid much
attention besides us trying to get him to play with it and him
paying no interest to the idea. It was around for about a week and
he hadn't paid much attention to it.
Moving on, I
finally sat down at the kitchen table to relax and have a smoke
when the dog started barking madly at the balloon. I was trying to
calm him but he wouldn't have it. Then, slowly the balloon started
to move away from the ceiling towards the dog. This made me laugh
a little as I expected a small draft (although all of the windows
were closed). My laughter changed quickly when the balloon
followed my dog (who was barking madly and slowly moving back)
through the length of the kitchen, down a few feet through the
doorway, then glided back up towards the ceiling, through the
dining room, around the ceiling light, back down a few feet
through the doorway into the living room and back up, still moving
towards the dog. By the time it had gotten to the living room I
was pretty spooked. I quickly grabbed the balloon and threw it in
the spare bedroom. I then yelled "Don't ever do that again!!" and
slammed the door.
A couple of
days later, a friend and I decided to pull out the old ouija (I
know. stupid. I only did it once as I learned my lesson about them
a long time ago. Maybe I'll tell you all that story sometime, but
right now it's still a little too scary to think about). The
spirit said it was female. It said that it did not like the dog.
Here's the really spooky part. It kept saying "the rug". It took
me a few tries till I figured out what it was talking about. I
then asked it if it had thrown it in the bathtub. It said yes, and
"it was dirty". After I learned what I wanted to know I threw it
to the side and haven't attempted it again since then. A week ago
we went to South Carolina for a vacation and had a friend watch
the house. I had told him a couple of things had happened, but not
to worry. It wasn't a mean spirit. Anyway, he and three of his
friends were watching a movie. The CD player and receiver (set to
CD) were on but turned all the way down. All of a sudden, the TV
got fuzzy, the touch lamp kept switching off and on and the stereo
started making weird noises of people talking. Expecting a weird
electrical disturbance or a surge, my friend got up to flip off
the stereo and unplug the light. In that instant, it all stopped.
Sitting back down... it started again! He cursed and stood up and
sure enough it stopped and didn't happen again for the day. This
happened 2 more times during his stay and each time there were
several witnesses who verified his story. The guys went for a beer
run after the first time and the girls refused to stay around
claiming that they had a bad feeling about the house. Pansies.
(The same thing has happened to us quite frequently since I
originally wrote the story. It has now also begun to come through
on my computer speakers. It's just static, and sometimes a
strange, low voice.) Way weird. I have a few questions about this:
1. how did the stereo pick up
signals if the receiver was on "CD" and turned all the way down??
2. why would it stop precisely when he got up
and persist when he sat?
3. why would a movie flip out like that?
rewinding the movie shortly after, they found the tape to be fine
with no glitches or tracking problems??
Weird. Well, those are
my experiences. I haven't used the ouija since then and we have
seen no activity except the occasional closing door. I think they
may be remnants of our ghostly roommate. What do you think? Side
note....we have two tenants upstairs who have not reported
anything strange to us so far. They have lived in the house for
eight years. Maybe someday I will ask them.
These photos were taken 3
days after my brothers death on Sept. 15, 2002 in their home. My mother
is standing next to what is known as the "Pilgrimage Cross" that was
brought into the United States from Medjugore by a Catholic Nun. This Holy
Cross is brought into peoples homes as a source of healing and light for
those who request it or are in need of this sacred energy.
I was moved to photograph
the Cross and asked my mother to stand next to it as I knelt down a few
feet away to take these pictures. There were no shadows in front of me,
and as one can see, there is a reflection of my camera's flash that is
seen on the cross. If you study the shadow of my mother you can see the
difference in the dark mass that is partially covering her legs and a
portion of the Cross. These 3 photos were taken in the same manner, with
me on my knees and nothing and no one in front of me. It is not my
fingers blocking or causing the "shadow". My camera is a Minolta Vectis
S-100, 35mm and takes Advantix Film. I use 400 speed film. No straps
were in the way of the lens.
My nephew Jerry Jr. is
labeled as being Bi-Polar and Manic Depressive. Prone to outbursts of
anger and violence at an early age, he was put on medications to control
his sometimes "wild" behavior. He also abused "recreational drugs" and
alcohol which added to his mental problems along with the regular
medications he was taking as well.
To add to the
complications, he began "dabbling" with Satanism in his early teens and
performing various satanic rituals in his search for "power" over others.
Some of these rituals I was informed, were done in his room and other
parts of the house without the knowledge of his parents. It is for this
reason that I feel the "dark mass" which showed up in these photos, is
the essence of evil that was present in the house on the evening my nephew
took my brothers life.
Jerry Jr. allowed this
evil to enter in with his knowledge and permission, and that which
consumed Junior's life snuffed out the "Light" which was his father,
Gerard Sr. This heinous act was done after a day of playing video games
with his Dad, and his mother Madeline was the unfortunate witness to this
unspeakable evil that was played out that evening on the 12th of
September! Our lives have not been the same since as we continue to feel
the after affects like a ripple of waves in calm waters.
Jerry Jr. has been
remanded to a Psychiatric Hospital in California after having experienced
a total psychotic break. He has been deemed mentally incompetent and
unable to speak in his own defense in a Trial by Jury. It is our
understanding that he will be kept in the Psychiatric Hospital for 2 years
and if there has been no improvement through the use of medications and
psychiatric counseling, he may never stand trial for the murder of his
father. He is 36 years of age at this time, July 19, 2003. My brother
Jerry Sr. would have been 56 on June 6, 2003.
It began in the opening of a
storefront that I was a partner in. First off I can tell you that the town
I live in was established in 1669. That makes for a lot of activity in the
realm of the paranormal world. Anyway, while fixing up the store there
were several occasions of having to go down into the basement. It had the
typical hard packed dirt floor and by the way the bricks were laid and
mortared, it was obviously an old building (verification from landlord,
over 100 years old). There were a couple of times I was down there alone
or with my partner and we both felt creepy. He shrugged it off, I tried to
just avoid going down there. One time I did actually take a walk around
and came upon not only a malevolent energy, but it caused nausea and
vertigo whenever I went to the end of the basement where it was. It seemed
to be in the ground, yet still able to seep upwards. Friends and I would
go down to investigate and were all getting a negative feeling. Others
sensed a guardian spirit (turned out to be mine, via 2 psychics describing
separately the same 'angel'? Or, spirit guide perhaps. There began to be a
lot of negative tension between my partner and myself and we seemed to
change personality wise. Fighting all the time.
Before I left the
partnership and before the problems began, a few of us would go to the
local cemetery (PHC). We wanted to find out if it was haunted or whatever.
At first it was just the energies we would feel from the markers, some
being really cold, others being as warm as an electric blanket. The very
first night 2 friends and I came in contact with 'Georgie'. We did not
know his name until several visits later, from my neighbor downstairs who
was told who he was. The first night the three of us were headed towards
the back of the cemetery where I wanted to show them something I had seen
during the day. However, the entity which resided in the thicket of trees
above the pathway and then leading closer to the path would not let us
pass. One friend went up a stone stairway leading into the trees to check
it out, she could only as far as the immediate outer rim. She said there
was definitely something there, but she could not go any further. She got
a little creeped out and we told her to come back down. We did go back
during the early evening and forced our way in. He seemed to be ok but
cautious and curious and frustrated that we were not afraid of him. Every
other time we came back, I could feel him watching us and waiting for us
to come in. He never did anything to us, but my neighbor was rooted to his
spot, he had goosebumps the size of Mt St.Hellen (on July 4th in Mass.)
and was told that it's name was 'Georgie'.
I barged up the
hill when I felt him in a spot outside the trees and my 2 friends
followed. He backed up into the woods a bit. I then was surprised at my
boldness, and got scared and ran back down. My roommate was causing me a
lot of grief and I summoned 'Georgie' to get her for me, but took it back
a day or two later. Perhaps he is angry because I summoned him to do
something and then changed my mind. (He really had some kind of attraction
to her). He and other spirits came to the apartment one night when I was
alone. I had gone to bed, but had not gotten to sleep yet when I felt I
wasn't alone. I opened my eyes and say about 8 - 15 whitish forms in my
foyer and near where I was laying down. I recognized two by their
energies, Georgie was one (about 30ish which was my original belief and
verification from my neighbor.)
Now he seems to
be getting angrier and his energies are not fun or exciting, just scary
and creepy. A picture of my grandfather changed appearance before my eyes,
the unusual coldness and feel sent me sleeping in the living room for a
few days until I had the guts to go back in. Was ok for a few days......I
have now moved into other bedroom, keeping other room closed except to get
my clothes. I don't really expect moving to the other room will help, but
it makes me sleep a little easier now. I want to continue visiting the PHC
for research, NOT alone, but feel terrified at the same time. I don't know
which one of me is going to win. I took some photos, haven't gotten them
developed yet, hoping I can get something, even if it's my resident farmer
ghost who is totally harmless, but I have heard that malevolent spirits
can use the energies of other spirits to give it strength. 'Georgie' does
feel much stronger than when first encountered. Also, I live only 3 short
blocks from the back PHC where 'Georgie' resides. I went there outside the
fence to take pictures, and used my camcorder, and then a few days later,
the things began happening.
I realize this
may seem odd, well maybe not, but it definitely happened and is
happening. I'm not Christian, so using a cross and holy water won't work
with me. And besides, if "Georgie' doesn't believe in it, it won't work
either. Should I try to just try telling him that he can move on?
I was on the 3-11 p.m. shift
working the desk/dispatching area for the desk sergeant while he was at
lunch. I received a long distance phone call from a gentleman from
Michigan, I don't recall the exact town but it was small in the northern
part of the state. He related to me that he had just called and spoke
with his mother, who lived in the city senior housing project here in our
city. He said that his call was to talk but also to wish her well wishes
on her birthday. He related to me that her being elderly and he sensing
that she was experiencing some difficulty and could we please check on her
to ease his fears, to call him back ASAP . I told him that I was just
covering the desk while the supervisor was out to lunch and since that was
my patrol area I would check the apartment of his mother , as we had pass
keys to the city housing projects. He told me that he was VERY CONCERNED
and could I have it checked out immediately. Be it early p.m. 6-7 p.m. or
so and not much going on I said I have it taken care of and I would get
back to him w/i minutes. Being a senior officer and having a junior
officer assigned to me I felt he couldn't get into too much trouble just
checking out the health of an elderly woman and get back to me so I sent
him. Several moments past when he came on the m/v's two- way that he had
pounded on the door, lights were on ( it was daytime), and he could hear
the television . He asked for advice as too proceed as the front door was
locked.
He was told to enter the unit
when the housing authority manager came over, they live on the grounds, a
matter of minutes if that. It seemed like forever but w/i minute I got a
call at the switchboard from the officer. He was verbally shaken @ what
they found. The woman was dead, lying in her efficiency apartment, and
had the telephone on the bed next to her head. It was quite apparent she
had passed away days earlier.
I know your going think then ask
why didn't we just call her on the phone, I tried it was busy for obvious
reasons. I couldn't or would not believe it so when I was relieved I went
up myself . You cannot imagine what we were looking at and then having to
call her son back with the information.
I experienced many strange
things that one could only imagine from murder scenes, death by accidents,
strange phenomena, sights & reportings, sights & sounds of the body when
the time of life leaves and death begins. Most of these type of
reports by us were never available to the General Public, but killed
before they ever got out!
Do what you wish with this
related incident report, but I tell you, it is the truth! And
after all these years, it feels good to let it out and off my chest!
I was trained to always distrust
all except what you see for yourself, I think you'll see that character in
all police officers and most have incidents they'd love to relate even if
just to get it off their chest and tell another. Thanks for being a
sounding board!
THE ABOVE STORY IS AN INCIDENT
THAT WAS SENT TO ME BY A POLICE OFFICER. FOR OBVIOUS REASONS HE
REQUESTED TO STAY ANONYMOUS
Hello everyone! I finally got
the nerve to pull this experience out of the dark corner of my mind
which has held it for so long. It's kind of a long story, but I'll try
to be as brief as I can.
I guess it all started when my
boyfriend and I started playing with an ouija board. This was in 1994 -
we were 16/17 at the time. I am pretty into wood burning so I made an
ouija board with Gothic letters and the typical dark hooded figure
referred to in so many stories. From the beginning, the board's response
was strong. We would always take it to a park out in the country (we
lived in a small Midwestern town with not a lot to do). The park spanned
many miles and in the rear of the park, only accessible by a separate
drive that is not well known, was a large graveyard that held a few of
my dearest family members. Each time we would go to this park, no matter
where we were, we would always encounter the same spirit, "The Ghost of
Northwoods Park". This was not an elusive spirit and chatted about
everything in a very friendly and casual way. Through our relationship
with this spirit we learned a lot. It told us that people who have just
died have a difficult time communicating, but could easily communicate
with other spirits. He told us that they were usually accompanied by
"spirit guides" until they are comfortable in their environment (if it
happens to be earth). He told us that he loved the park because there
were always families hiking and kids playing. He also had quite a sense
of humor, which really surprised me for some reason.
Shortly after we began
visiting the park often, I began having strange dreams, which didn't
really phase me. I had alot of night terrors as a child and it was not
unusual for me to sleep walk. There was only one that really struck me
as unusual. I remember it being like in the movie "The Exorcist" where
the girl thrashes up and down in her bed. I did the same thing and
remember being thrown from the bed. The reason this struck me as so
unusual was because the sheets were all over and I woke up on the floor
tangled in my covers.
My boyfriend and I (who are
now engaged) would always go in the daylight and never had any bad
experiences until the day we decided to go back to the graveyard. We sat
on the ground under a big old oak tree and there was no one to be seen
but the two of us. We were chatting as usual with our friendly spirit
when we decided to pester it more to prove that it was real and not all
in our subconscious. It finally agreed and began repeating "Listen,
listen, listen...". After a minute or two of this I blew it off and said
I didn't hear a thing. It continued saying Listen for a while, and then
said "Look at the woodline". We glanced over along the woodline behind
us and didn't see anything, and it told us to "Look harder". I once
again blew it off and it responded by saying "Stand up, Look behind the
UGO"(we had driven a YUGO which had problems in the past, but was fixed
and running like a peach for several months). We did as we were told and
about a quarter mile on the woodline, directly behind the YUGO, a family
had just emerged from a hiking trail in the woods. We did not hear them
at all since it was a windy day, and neither of us could see them as we
were about 10 feet from the car and it was obstructing our view. We sat
down a little surprised and impressed and returned to our gloating
spirit, telling us "I told you so". We chatted for a while longer until
the sun began to set. It was at this time that our spirit friend became
frantic. We had never seen it act like this before and began to get a
little nervous. It began by telling us "We have to leave now... Evil is
coming... I have to go". It said it was afraid and we all should leave.
Being stupid teenagers, this only peaked our interest. We told it it had
to stay and couldn't leave us here alone with an evil spirit. By this
time the planchette was spinning wildly in a figure eight and then
suddenly...it stopped. About thirty seconds elapsed and it began slowly
moving again in a clearly different pattern. It took a minute for it to
get strong enough to begin spelling, but when it did finally move, we
received the strongest and firmest signal we had ever felt. It was if
the atmosphere of the park changed in an instant. The impending dark
didn't help the mood at all I'm sure. We began to recite the letters:
At
the same time we both had a freezing chill move up from the base of our
spines, glanced at each other, jumped up instantly and ran towards and
sprang over the fence and jumped in the car. As I mentioned before
(believe it or not) the car had been running like a peach. My boyfriend
frantically fumbles for his keys, found them and reached for the
ignition. Panic entered his face when he found that he could not start
the car. You could hear it trying to turn over, but it just would not
start. Finally after what seemed like an hour but was actually only
about 30 seconds, the car started. It puttered about five feet then
quickly died. Once again he struggled to start the car, sputtered about
five more feet and died. This happened several times until we finally
get the to about half way down the drive, 100 feet from the road. For
the last time, it died again. We were both terrified. I remember
reaching for the door handle and positioning myself to jump out of the
car. I was fully prepared to make a full sprint to the farm house at the
end of the drive when the car finally started and made it for miles with
no more problems.
Yes, at this point we were
stressed, but once again our curiosity was peaking. About an hour after
this incident we mutually decided that we would go to the opposite end
of the park and try to contact our friendly "Ghost of Northwoods Park".
Unfortunately, we talked to something that I never want to encounter
again. Once we were aware of who we were talking to, I said "Let's go".
The board said "wait...don't go...come back". It repeatedly asked us to
come back to the graveyard with it. We said no way. Although we had done
a lot of stupid things, we were not that stupid. I asked it why it
wanted us to go back there and it said that it loved me. I said that
didn't make sense because it didn't know me. It disagreed saying that it
knew me well. I wish I wouldn't have, but I then asked how it knew me.
It said in these exact words "Had any weird dreams lately?" I was on the
verge of tears. It said that it wanted us to go back there so it could
possess my boyfriend and be with me. When we said no way, it said that
it would "do it again". I told it that I had faith in God and that He
would protect me from any evil. It said "We'll see...". For the next
month I slept with a bible in my hands and the covers over my head. This
is perhaps the scariest thing that I have ever encountered in my entire
life.
Another interesting thing I
would like to mention is that each time I have been around a ouija
board-not even necessarily participating-each spirit has rambled on
about how my boyfriend is the "chosen one". I thought it sounded like
something out of a corny eighties flick and disregarded it, despite the
fact that several times, the boards would speak of my boyfriend without
him or I participating. We never told anyone of our experiences with
this phenomenon, so there is no way that anyone at the parties would
have known he was referred to so often as "the chosen". Anywhere that he
and I would go with the board, no matter who we came into contact with,
they would obsess about how he was "the chosen one". I disregarded this
until a new employee at my boyfriend's company approached him. In casual
conversation he said that he often used Ouija boards. He then told my
boyfriend that he had in fact asked about how his new job would go and
it would only say that he works with "The chosen one". My boyfriend had
never spoken with him about ouija boards and felt rather uncomfortable
when approached with the subject, but was in shock at what he told him.
After the experience I
discussed before, we would shy away from using ouija boards as we are
now aware of the dangers. Never the less, occasionally the subject will
come up and company will want to use it. This happened two weeks ago
when two friends wanted to try it out. We reluctantly agreed. Within a
barrage of questions, it stopped suddenly and said "Oh, SH**".
Instantly, the memory of our experience came into my head. Thankfully,
an evil spirit had not come, but it said after that "The chosen is
here". This confused our guests until we nodded to each other in
agreement that they should hear the story. I know neither of us told
them the story. We have only told two people this story and didn't want
anyone else to know for fear they would think we were crazy. At the time
this happened, my boyfriend WAS NOT on the board, so I know it wasn't
him intentionally trying to scare me. From what I can tell, he has never
done that. He is a very honest guy - that I'm about to marry - and is as
freaked out about these things as I am.
Well, if you're still here,
I'm impressed! Thanks for reading. If anyone has ever heard anyone being
referred to as "The Chosen" Please let me know!
I have a ghost story for you.
My wife and her family and I were living in a house in Cent, WA. They
told me that strange things where happening. I did not believe them
until one night I was down in the basement doing laundry when I heard
the door going to the basement open and I heard foot steeps coming down
the steps. The foot steps came all the way down the steps and stopped
behind me. I thought it was my wife trying to scare me. I told her that
she was not scaring me and stop it because I have work to do. I could
feel her right behind me. I turned around and no one was there. I
dismissed it at first until it happen again two days later. One of the
family members checked in to the history of the house and come to find
out the house belonged to the first mayor of Seattle. After that it was
a retirement home. People had died in the house. We moved out of the
house two years later, what is strange there years after we moved out
and the new tenants moved out, the owner of the house sold the property
sold the house and land to a retirement community and they tore down the
house and built condominiums and it has been quite there ever since.
My friend and I were at her house one night. We
were really bored and we decided to play a game. SO we went to her
closet and played most of her games that interested us. Well the only
we hadn't given a thought to was the Ouiji bored. We took it out and
went to her living room. It was about 10:00 at night. Well we opened
up the case and took it out. We set the bored down in-between us and
put the tear drop shaped plastic thing on the top of the bored.
We rested our hands on it
and my friend, (Let's call her Jacky cuz she doesn't want her name
mentioned) asked a questioned. After a few moments the tear drop
started spelling out the answer. (Jacky had asked it its name) It's
name was Cassey. I asked it if it was male or female. It was male.
Jacky and I figured it was some kind of joke and we kept asking it
questions, then Jacky asked it if it had a friend. Cassey said yes. I
asked what it's name was. Cassey said his friends name was Danny.
Jacky asked if it was girl or guy, it was a guy. Well then it started
asking us questions. How old we were and everything. Well we answered
them. Well they said they were 12. Danny died supposedly in 1912 and
Cassey said he had died a year later.
Jacky was tempted to ask a
question that involved contact. Well she asked it.
"Will you wake us up about
12:00 tonight?" She asked.
The bored said yes.
"Well to wake me up, you
have to practically jump on me." I joked.
Well about a half an hour
later after putting the bored up. We laid in bed and talked. Finally
Jacky fell asleep and then I did. Then I woke up to something hitting
me. It hurt so I thought it was Jacky playing a trick on me. When I
looked up no one was there. Then the jumping had stopped. I looked
over at Jacky and she was asleep.
I started whispering her
name. It didn't work so I practically yelled it. She didn't move. I
sighed and layed on my stomach. But I was too afraid to go to sleep.
We were sleeping in the leaving room and the living room a had tons of
windows. I had one right above my head and one on my right. So I had a
feeling someone was watching me through the windows. I closed my eyes
trying to go to sleep. The jumping started again but this time on my
stomach. I sat straight up and said "Stop it!" The jumping stopped and
I layed back down and fell asleep after a few minutes.
The next day I told Jacky
what happened and she said she had a weird dream of being sucked into
a picture on her wall. The weird thing was, there was no one in the
picture and there were about three other people in the picture. She
said one looked like me and the other two were guys. She said they
introduced themselves as Danny and Cassey. Well decided to ask a few
more questions and then after the Quiji bored started freaking us out,
Jacky stuck it back in the box and mummified it with tape. She then
stuck on her dad's trailer which he was taking to the dump later.
Well, if you
have anything to ask me or anything about my story e-mail me.
Back in the early 70's, I was
a early male teenager, (about 14) and my stepfather was a Memphis
Policeman. My stepfather had a friend, who was also a policeman, that
had some property in Holladay, TN, in Benton County, that had an old
farmhouse on it. My dad bought some land next to his that had a
unlivable shack on it, to build on for his retirement. We would go there
on weekends, holidays, and vacations to restore the shack to a livable
condition. We would stay our friends farmhouse while the work was being
done over many months time. That summer, I convinced my parents to let
me stay in the friends old farmhouse by myself for the summer alone,
since I was so helpful with the work and gardening.
I don't remember how many
days transpired when (or in what order) unexplainable things started to
happen. I slept in the main bedroom, and just as I was dozing off one
night, the bedspread and sheet were suddenly and forcefully whisked off
the bed, toward the foot of the bed. I remembered having the linens
tightly snug around my neck, and had been yanked from my hands!
The next morning, I heard a
loud and fast knock at the front door, which really surprised me because
no one locally to my knowledge knew I was staying there. So I sprung out
of bed to answer the door, to find there was no one there. I went
outside try to catch a prankster, to no avail. The closest neighbor is
at least a half mile away.
When I tried to go back
inside, the door was locked! I had left the main door unlocked and open,
because the front door had a screened storm door. While standing there
with screened door held open by resting on my back, the screened door
reared back on its' own power and slammed into me so hard it made me
dizzy. I then heard footsteps that sounded like heavy boots marching
along the long front porch. I then looked under the porch expecting to
see the source of the sounds, but there was nothing there.
Later, I was in the kitchen
making breakfast, when I felt a strong yank on my back belt loop so hard
it threw me off balance. I looked back startled and saw nothing there.
Then, the refrigerator opened by itself.
After breakfast, I would
always make the bed. I purposely wouldn't sit on the bed after making
it, because there was a chair next to the bed. One day, I went to the
bedroom for something and saw a definite imprint on the bed where
someone had been sitting! That really freaked me out. After hours of
boredom, (because I didn't have a TV) I would repeatedly read the same
magazines and newspapers. Once, after reading the newspaper, I folded it
up and put it on the coffee table, and began to read another magazine
that I had laying on my lap, when I felt a stinging slap on my forehead
and saw the newspaper that I had just laid on the table fall into my lap
on top of the magazine. Then, from the same position I saw the curtains
in the same room begin to flop around like something was grabbing the
tails of them and whipping them towards the ceiling. At first I thought
the window blew open, but after checking the closed window, I went out
side to see if the wind had picked up, but it was calm.
Another day while making
breakfast, I heard what sounded like a truck pulling up outside and
driving slowly on the gravel drive towards the garden in the back of the
house and heard voices talking to each other above the sound of the
truck. I looked out the kitchen window to the garden in the back and saw
an old lady that looked like 'Granny' on 'The Beverly Hillbillies' in
the garden (wearing heavy boots) holding a basket and looking down as if
to pick something. There was no vehicle out there. I thought, "someone
is here, and they are not aware of my staying here". So I quickly went
out the backdoor to see who she was to introduce myself. I purposely
checked to make sure I didn't lock myself out (ha-ha). As soon as it
took me to open the door and walk out onto the back porch, there was no
one there! I walk all around the back area. Around an old tractor shed,
nothing. I became very scared and nervous walking back to the house.
When I tried to open the kitchen door, it was locked!
These are just some of the
things I saw while staying in that farmhouse. The total amount of time I
stayed there was two weeks, so the frequency of happenings was pretty
often.
When I was very little like 7 or
8, I spent the night over at my friend's house. She had told me stories
about a really scary ghost that would trash her home. I didn't believe
her, but I thought it was too cool to pass up. So, I had to visit. My
friend , her sister and her friend, and I were watching TV when we heard
something in the back room where her baby brother was sleeping. We got
a little spooked, but we went to check. When we got there, the baby was
floating up over his crib! We didn't know what to do! My friend
screamed and then the baby fell.
When their mom and dad got home
we all tried to tell them but they didn't believe us. By this time we
were all scared to death. We tried to calm down but it didn't work. My
friend and I slept on the top bunk and the others on the bottom. My
friend was near the wall and I was facing her so my back was facing the
rest of the room - all I could see was her and the wall. She turned
around to tell me something, then her eyes got really big and she turned
white. When I saw her face I went numb from fear. I turned to see what
she was looking at and I saw a torn up man reaching over us screaming
and screaming and screaming. He grabbed my arm and disappeared. After
that night he never came back.
When I was very little like 7 or
8, I spent the night over at my friend's house. She had told me stories
about a really scary ghost that would trash her home. I didn't believe
her, but I thought it was too cool to pass up. So, I had to visit. My
friend , her sister and her friend, and I were watching TV when we heard
something in the back room where her baby brother was sleeping. We got
a little spooked, but we went to check. When we got there, the baby was
floating up over his crib! We didn't know what to do! My friend
screamed and then the baby fell.