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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 1:21 pm Post subject: Ghost Stories |
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I grew up in a haunted house, either that or it's been following me around.
My first encounter happened one night when my parents left my older brother and I alone one night. We lived way out in the boonies - nearest neighbor was a block away up the hill. My folks had some papers to sign on a new house, but they were taking my little brother with them. Well when my older brother and I were told we'd be left alone in the house, for us, they couldn't leave fast enough, because as luck would have it, our wrestling show was coming on soon. We weren't allowed to wrestle when my folks were around cause we made too much noise and someone always got hurt - true. But once they left, we stripped down to our BVDs so we'd look like wrestlers, turned the TV on and up loud, tuned to wrestling, and we were having a ball. I tell you this so you'll understand that we were not in a 'ready to be spooked mood'. This house had a second floor and basically the upstairs was one very large room. We start hearing footsteps from upstairs and my brother turns off the TV the better to hear. Whatever this is is slowly walking the length of this room, towards the staircase and begins to come downstairs. I think 3 stairs down was our limit and dressed in just our underwear, we ran to our neighbor, who was a very nice lady. She gave us blankets to cover us and parfait as a treat. My mom went ballistic if anyone mentioned anything about the supernatural. So while were waiting for our folks to come home, my brother and I know we're getting a whipping cause we had already told our story to our neighbor. And we did, but my dad wasn't as disbelieving as my mom, and checked every inch and nothing was gone. None of the upstairs windows had been opened.
We never spoke of this until we were adults and somehow it came up and our stories were identical after 20 yrs.I told him I wish we had stayed long enough to see it, and he told me if we had we wouldn't be here to tell this story, but then we moved into a village of 1200 and this house was truly haunted. I know cause that's where I grew up. |
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| Neat. I have more than a few stories and things are still happening. |
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| Don't be shy about posting your experiences, I think you'll find most of us here can relate. |
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| OK. So we moved into the village of 1200,(moving on up), and at this time I'm about 10 yrs old. It was a Sunday night. This was back in the day, late 50s when you only had 4 channels and the last watchable show, which my mom was a fan of, was 'What's My Line?'. But that night I was just too bored so I decided to skip it and go to bed. My bedroom had a small window and was on the dark side of the house and the light didn't work, and it was very dark in there but I didn't care and just layed down. And that's when the heavy breathing started. Sounded like it was coming from the middle of the room. And it sounded like someone who has asthma, if you know what that sounds like. More a wheeze than a breath, and clearly audible. I was up and out as fast as I could get up and out. So of course my mom ask's me why I didn't go to bed. If I told her the truth, it would start her off and I might end up getting a whipping so I lied and said I changed my mind. My brothers and I never spoke of these things, until we were adults because it was forbidden. And they have there own stories, as do my cousins and my children, who would spend an occasional weekend with their Gramma. |
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Part 3. I was about 12 for the next one. We had a basement accessable only from the outside, which meant going out and down the rear stairway.
This would be late fall in N.Ill. so it was cold. My mother's always feeling drafts and my 2 brothers and I would take turns going to close the basement door whenever she felt a draft, a task we all hated, and this time it was my turn.
So I go outside and down the stairs and I grab the door, but I couldn't close it. It would come about half closed and then stop. So I'm cold and tired of playing with this door. I grabbed the handle with both hands and with my feet braced against the door jamb, I gave it everything I had and suddenly, the door was violently snatched away from me and stood wide open. I didn't see anything, probably because I was too busy running away. And my mom still felt a draft and I lied about closing that door. Had to. |
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| part4. So now I'm about 14. The room I'm sleeping in now, was near the back door and the outdoor staircase that I mentioned before ran along the same wall that my bed is up against, which was more window than wall. Two walls of that bedroom, it was designed to be a sun room, were windows. The rear bank of windows made up the rearwall wich faced the lake we lived on. I went there because it was the furthest from my mother's bedroom, because no matter how low I turned the radio down, she could hear it. But at the back of the house, she couldn't. So I'm laying there and I'm listening to Dick Biondi play rock and roll, what you now call 'oldies', and I have a girlfriend that I'm thinking about. I mention this so you'll know I was in a 'teenage heaven' frame of mind, and my asthma wheezing buddy came back. And it's closer than the last time. If I reach my left arm out as far as it'll go, I'll be able to touch it. I was about to panic, and this may sound odd, but I reasoned that since it hadn't actually hurt me the last time we met, I felt it wouldn't physically hurt me, and I turned toward it, I didn't see anything. This room has plenty of windows and even late at night, there's ample light. And I asked it, and spoke loudly, to please be quiet, and the wheezing stopped. So I turned off the radio, turned away from wheezer, and hoped to hell that I wouldn't be attacked. |
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Part 5. So now I'm in the Army and my younger brother, 17, took my room in the back of this house. And a few years later, he told me this one.
We lived on a lake and this was the middle of winter in the middle of a blizzard. Now this village of 1200 went to sleep early and this was the middle of the night. So my brother is doing what I usually did, listen to the radio until you fell asleep.
And he hears someone start coming up those outside steps and he turns off the radio so he could hear better, and the footsteps walked up that flight of stairs and was standing at the back door. After a minute, it turned around and went back down the stairs.
So I asked him, because I was a little disappointed in him, "Why didn't you draw back the curtains and see what it was"? He said "It occured to me to do that, and it also occured to me that if I pull back that curtain, there might be a face pressed up against the window, looking in at me. I'd have a heart attack".
I thought about that and said "Good answer". |
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About that same time, and it was only my mom and my brother living there,
they were both awakened by a crash in the kitchen. My mom thought it was my brother and calls out to him thinking he was in that back room, but he was in the room next to hers. So they both got up to check it out and laying in the middle of the kitchen floor was a large cast iron skillet, which had been on the dining room table. My mom told me that story, years later.
My mom myself my wife and baby were on our way downstate for my older brothers college graduation and we were in a blizzard. It took us 12 hrs to go 250 miles. I'm driving, and it's about 2 AM. I thought everyone was asleep but my mom was awake. Somehow we get to talking about spiritual things and she told me that story. And then she tells me that she was akened one night by a wailing outside and saw an apparition screaming at her. She then appologized for her past attitude, and when she thinks about it, as she admitted "There were many strange things about that house".
But it was also her prized possession and she loved that house. That was the best heart to heart that we ever had. Years later, she came to live with us in Fla., but she couldn't stand not being in her own house and against all I tried, I couldn't convince her not to go back. As my mom had always done, she had too many extension cords, and, electrical fire, the end.
But I think she's still with me. We had her cremated and she resides in our closet but she makes herself known. But that's another story. |
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