Post by tt on May 16, 2007 18:14:09 GMT -5
A coworker of mine, who works on the PM shift, where as I work on the Grave Yard shift told me an interesting Ghost story of his own. Eventually we went together with 2 of his sisters to investigate his story from his childhood.
Jamie grew up on a remote farmstead near Jackson, Neb., some 20-30 yrs ago. He said the farm place was quite haunted, and that was part of the mystique which intrigued his Mother's desire to live there.
As Jamie and his Mother and family inspected and toured the farm Jamie noticed that there were alot of large bones stacked on shelves in the garage. When asked about the bones, the son of the owner ( who was approx. 16 yrs old ) said that they had been drug there by their dog. The son claimed to not know where the dog found the bones. But they were definitely human bones.
After taking possession of the farmstead, the family discovered head stones laying flat on the ground beneath some large bushes on the property. It is then that they realized that the owner's son had been involved in Grave Robbery, but from where they didn't know.
Visiting relatives to this farmstead soon learned of the hauntings taking place there, as their bed linens would be pulled off them at night while they slept, and TVs, VCRs, and even the room lights would turn on & off by themselves. This prompted some of the relatives to never stay over night in the large 2 story farmhouse again.
When Jamie was about 16 yrs old, one evening his girlfriend was over to the house for a visit. Jamie took her for a stroll up a small hill that rose at the back of their yard. The hill plateaued at about the height of the house as you could look straight at the roof when standing on the hill.
Jamie and his girlfriend took advantage of the relative seclusion of their whereabouts and laid on the ground under the stars and began making out. Jamie was just about ready to seal the deal, when they heard little children laughing at them in the darkness. There were no little children at the farm that night, and none of the neighbors had enough little children to account for the multitude of laughing voices they heard radiating from the darkness.
As the number of voices increased they soon realized that they were surrounded by the laughing voices of several children.
This freaked both Jamie and his girlfriend out!
Jamie tore off running for the house in fright of what he was hearing, and experiencing. He quickly confided in his Mother as to what they were hearing.
His Mom promptly slapped him, for having left his girlfriend all alone out on the hill, as he ran to the house.
Soon the the frightened girl raced into the house in hysterics, and from that night on, refused to ever set foot on the farmstead again!
Approx. 4 yrs ago Jamie and I, and 2 of his sisters revisited the farmstead. The current Tenant was an alcoholic Carpenter. Who proclaimed that he didn't believe in such things as Ghosts. Yet he invited us in to investigate Jamie's claims that the house was haunted.
( Now I stand 6' 8" tall and weigh in excess of 400 lbs., and Jamie is 6' 2" weighs nearly 300 lbs.. If 2 men such as we, had come to my house with such outlandish ideas. I can guarantee you, they would be the last people to set foot into my home. ) But this was not the case for the Drunken Carpenter. Which makes me believe that he wasn't as big a non-believer as he was touting. He invited us in to investigate his house. We took pictures inside and out, and checked Electro-Magnetic fields for any fluctuations or spikes of energy, which might indicate that an active haunting was occurring. Our conclusions proved nothing was actively haunting the house.
We asked for permission to visit a small cemetery that laid on the far edge of a cornfield that bordered the yard of the farmstead. Upon our arrival we encountered a bramble of branches that hung low over the footpaths through the small cemetery, that was roughly 50 ft X 50 ft. in size. Most of the graves were those of children, who died from a plague near the end of the 1800's.
When we returned to Jamie's suburban we noticed that his vehicle was covered in dusty little hand prints from children. Which there was none with us.
We have always intended to go back and spend the night in the cemetery, but we have never made it, to this date.
My theory is that all the children that died from the plague were buried in this remote cemetery, which had no roads leading to it. As it lay at the top of hill, across a cornfield, in a thicket of brambled branches and weeds which secludes it from discovery. No one wanted the plagued graves to be rediscovered for fear of re spreading the plague.
Back in those old days it was common place here in the Midwest for rural sick houses to be established to quarantine ailing infectious people. Many of whom went to the sick houses in hopes of recuperating and returning home, only to die secluded from their families. I believe that the Ghostly Voices that Jamie and his girlfriend heard, were the voices of all the children that were buried in that lonely cemetery.
All of whom do not realize that they are dead. These children frolic in the hilltop, laughing at young lovers enthralled in intimate moments in their lives.
At least that's what I tend to believe.
Jamie grew up on a remote farmstead near Jackson, Neb., some 20-30 yrs ago. He said the farm place was quite haunted, and that was part of the mystique which intrigued his Mother's desire to live there.
As Jamie and his Mother and family inspected and toured the farm Jamie noticed that there were alot of large bones stacked on shelves in the garage. When asked about the bones, the son of the owner ( who was approx. 16 yrs old ) said that they had been drug there by their dog. The son claimed to not know where the dog found the bones. But they were definitely human bones.
After taking possession of the farmstead, the family discovered head stones laying flat on the ground beneath some large bushes on the property. It is then that they realized that the owner's son had been involved in Grave Robbery, but from where they didn't know.
Visiting relatives to this farmstead soon learned of the hauntings taking place there, as their bed linens would be pulled off them at night while they slept, and TVs, VCRs, and even the room lights would turn on & off by themselves. This prompted some of the relatives to never stay over night in the large 2 story farmhouse again.
When Jamie was about 16 yrs old, one evening his girlfriend was over to the house for a visit. Jamie took her for a stroll up a small hill that rose at the back of their yard. The hill plateaued at about the height of the house as you could look straight at the roof when standing on the hill.
Jamie and his girlfriend took advantage of the relative seclusion of their whereabouts and laid on the ground under the stars and began making out. Jamie was just about ready to seal the deal, when they heard little children laughing at them in the darkness. There were no little children at the farm that night, and none of the neighbors had enough little children to account for the multitude of laughing voices they heard radiating from the darkness.
As the number of voices increased they soon realized that they were surrounded by the laughing voices of several children.
This freaked both Jamie and his girlfriend out!
Jamie tore off running for the house in fright of what he was hearing, and experiencing. He quickly confided in his Mother as to what they were hearing.
His Mom promptly slapped him, for having left his girlfriend all alone out on the hill, as he ran to the house.
Soon the the frightened girl raced into the house in hysterics, and from that night on, refused to ever set foot on the farmstead again!
Approx. 4 yrs ago Jamie and I, and 2 of his sisters revisited the farmstead. The current Tenant was an alcoholic Carpenter. Who proclaimed that he didn't believe in such things as Ghosts. Yet he invited us in to investigate Jamie's claims that the house was haunted.
( Now I stand 6' 8" tall and weigh in excess of 400 lbs., and Jamie is 6' 2" weighs nearly 300 lbs.. If 2 men such as we, had come to my house with such outlandish ideas. I can guarantee you, they would be the last people to set foot into my home. ) But this was not the case for the Drunken Carpenter. Which makes me believe that he wasn't as big a non-believer as he was touting. He invited us in to investigate his house. We took pictures inside and out, and checked Electro-Magnetic fields for any fluctuations or spikes of energy, which might indicate that an active haunting was occurring. Our conclusions proved nothing was actively haunting the house.
We asked for permission to visit a small cemetery that laid on the far edge of a cornfield that bordered the yard of the farmstead. Upon our arrival we encountered a bramble of branches that hung low over the footpaths through the small cemetery, that was roughly 50 ft X 50 ft. in size. Most of the graves were those of children, who died from a plague near the end of the 1800's.
When we returned to Jamie's suburban we noticed that his vehicle was covered in dusty little hand prints from children. Which there was none with us.
We have always intended to go back and spend the night in the cemetery, but we have never made it, to this date.
My theory is that all the children that died from the plague were buried in this remote cemetery, which had no roads leading to it. As it lay at the top of hill, across a cornfield, in a thicket of brambled branches and weeds which secludes it from discovery. No one wanted the plagued graves to be rediscovered for fear of re spreading the plague.
Back in those old days it was common place here in the Midwest for rural sick houses to be established to quarantine ailing infectious people. Many of whom went to the sick houses in hopes of recuperating and returning home, only to die secluded from their families. I believe that the Ghostly Voices that Jamie and his girlfriend heard, were the voices of all the children that were buried in that lonely cemetery.
All of whom do not realize that they are dead. These children frolic in the hilltop, laughing at young lovers enthralled in intimate moments in their lives.
At least that's what I tend to believe.