my ghost story

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Ok it all started during the old "remodeling an old house" cliche. Back in 2000 when we were remodeling a couple rooms in our 145 year old house we had before buying the house next door this year.

It was ironically enough near Halloween when I first noticed anything "odd" in our house. I'd be sitting at my computer late and night surfin the net, mostly spooky websites and such because of the upcoming holiday. I kept having odd cold spots around different areas of my body and parts of the room as I came and went from the room. but I chalked it up to the crappy old windows we hadn't gotten around to replacing yet, although no drafts seemed to be coming in around the window.

Over the course of the next 3 or 4 months, things progressivly got even more odd. We would be getting ready to go out the door and couldn't find the keys. We looked everywhere we could think of but no keys. I finally went to the fridge to grab a soda and relax a bit before looking more when to my surprise, there were the keys sitting on top of the pop case. Other times we'd be getting something from the freezer and there'd be a shoe or another day maybe a sock or find bathroom items under the kitchen sink like hair dryer or toilet paper. We did have a toddler at the time so we figured our daughter was goofing around and left it at that. Things just plain got wierd like cupboards open that she couldn't have reached or chairs moved which could have been her and more and more things missing forever or missplaced.

Those next few months were more terifying for my wife than for myself but I'll first start with things that happened just to me. I was again in the computer room one late nite when I felt what I thought was my wife giving me a back massage but when I turned my head to trhank her, no one was there. She was upstairs in bed ASLEEP. Now that seriously creeped me out and I had chills the rest of the night. The next night, I was websurfin and saw what some call a shadow person in the corner of the room, just standing there, whem I shone my desk light over in the corner it was gone, but as soon as I'd turn the light away, there it was. There was nothing in the room that could cast a shadow like that so I stood up to get a better look and as soon as I did, "it" slowly walked to the dorway and out of the room. I saw this thing for several nights and then maybe once or twice a week for quite some time. It got to where I was afraid to even enter the room at night. But the call of that wonderful internet kept begging me back lol. Some nights while walking through the house to go to the bathroom I'd fell like someone was watching me and other nights I'd hear foot steps in perfect time with mine following me through the house. I'd always been intrigued by the paranormal and didn't knbow whether to be scared or try capturing this thing somehow. At the time I didn't have a digital camera or a video camera so the only was was to try to get something for proof was the shadowman with my webcam. About the time I decided to try catching it though, the shadow man just stayed away. It was like it knew I was going to hit the capture button on the cam and would disappear every time I would reach for the button. Eventually, the shadow man just stopped coming alltogether. I'd also hear voices now and then and whispering noises. The things I experienced happened quite often but nothing else happened becides these things. As if it wasn't bad enough, I will now tell my wife's experiences.

My wife is probably the most honest no nonsense person you will ever meet so I assure you these things happened. She too had cold spots through the house and would see things out of the corner of her eye to discover nothing there when looked at directly. She also said she'd see this shadow being come out of my computer room and cross through the living room on some occasions. She'd also hear things as I did like laughing or someone sounding like me call out her name when I wasn't home. Oddly enough, most of what happened to her was when I wasn't home. One night she said she was in the shower and swore she heard me yelling to her from the living room but I wasn't even in the house at the time. Another time while taking a shower, she said she heard what she thought was me come into the bathroom and open the shower door and proceed with scrubbing her back for her, she said she held a few short words of dialog with "me" before I left the room so she could finish steaming herself in the shower she had been washing her hair and never saw me or whoever it was in the bathroom with her. She told me thanks again for scrubbing her back for her when I came in the front door a half hour later. I told her I had just now returned from my 5 hour fishing trip and that it couldn't have been me in the bathroom with her. Man was she white as a ghost as she relayed her experience with me, saying how much it sounded like me and everything. I still think she doesn't believe me about just getting home and that it was me for sure, but it wasn't, I never scrub her back in the shower. Many nights while I'd be in my garage working late on a car or goofing arouind in the garage she'd hear footsteps coming up the stairs and to the bedroom doorway and stand there for several minutes before going back down the stairs.

Now her truly scary experiences she tells to me. I was gone all night fishing and she started hearing things move around in the attic like boxes being tossed around and what she said sounded like chains rattling or metal hitting together, then sounds coming from downstairs like people running through the house and a lot of shuffling about then music and what sounded like a pretty roudy party. She said this happened for about 45 minutes and just got louder and louder then suddly stopping all together. This all led up to the last scarey thing that happened to her as I was again gone all night. She said she was just snoozing away and she was woken to what felt like someone sitting at the end of the bed. After a few minutes the blankets started to pull tighter and tighter and she felt like someone was laying on top of her holding her down and getting heavier and heavier, she said it was making all kinds of strange noises like it was trying to talk but could make nothing out and then it just humped at the blanket and [poof it was gone. and everything felt normal again. Needless to say, she stayed up the rest of the night with the light on.

Strangly most all her experiences would happen about 3 or 3:30 am. Mosty of the things that happened to her were around this time, and I hear it's quite common for spooky stuff to happen between the hours of 3 and 4 am.

One night before all this happened we, (like idiots) we had my sister over with her ouija board and couldn't get anything to happen until we were just getting ready to put it away. Suddenly the planchette went nuts to the point that we could hardly keep our finger tips on it and then quickly spelled out the words "GET OUT" Then it stopped, my sister left soon after. I told my mom about the ouija board thing and man was shew pissed off, she told me many times how bad those things were and I knew it was wrong but just had to try.

One afternoon I was in the tiny low ceilinged "root cellar" running my had around the limestone and log ceiling at the edge of the cellar to find the cable tv wire I had just ran through the floor to cross the house when to my surprise I pull out a piece of an old blanket. Mind you this cellar was directly below my computer room. What was inside the blanket scrap about scared the tar out of me, it was a section of a very small human looking skull. We called the police and after assuring them that it wasn't a prank, they sent out a cop to our house. The cop who showed up had me lead him to the basement where I had left the remains and after he inspected it, he decided that it was a pelvis from a squirrel or similar small animal. I showed him how the pieces were when I found it and it was clearly the crown of a small human skull with open space at the top, eyebrow area bones and all. The cop turn the pieces over and around and clumsily assembled the pieces to look like a "pelvis" of sorts and argued that that was what it was. I told him I wanted it checked out anyway and he bagged it all up and left. We never heard anything back from the cops and the "activity in our home stopped all together soon after. I guess the bones and the ouija board experience stirred whatever was there up along with the remodeling.

I had talked to some friends about it and one of them told me that their grandmother once rented the home and that they were scared to go to visit as they heard that "creepy stuff happens and grams house" and that a lot of what we experienced had happened to those living there even back then. My guess is, since the cellar had a dirt floor, that there are likely other surprises under ground there but I'm not about to go on an archeological dig down there.

I attest that the above is completely true and no animals were harmed in the telling of my story.

I have yet to tell the single guy who purchased the house after we bought the house next door about it and I'm guessing he won't believe me anyway.

["Mysti"]

Thanks for sharing this story, I'll post more tonight when I get home from work.

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Tonight we had our neighbor that bought our old house next door over for Chile supper. After he finished eating we talked a bit about this and that then I slipped in the question asking if he happened to have anything strange go on over there at all. He looked at me with a shocked look on his face and said asd a matter of fact that he had. He said that a week ago he had gotten home very late from drinking with friends and apon laying down on his couch, he heard what sounded like someone walking around in the empty room above upstairs. He said he listened for a bit and thought maybe someone had snuck in while he was away and had gotten in un noticed because he had forgotten to lock his front door. He finally got up the nerve to go upstairs and check it out only to find both upstairs rooms empty with no sign of anyone having been there. He also said that he'd heard this several times since then, including some"thing" walking up and down the stairs.

He seemed to be a pretty leval headed guy and said he believes that yes he believed "something" exists out there that we call ghosts or spirits.

I then slowly told him my story above and he seemed spooked asnd shocked more and more each passing minute. I told him that we called it "George" and if it bugged him too much to just say "George, not now" or to just stop it and it would listen since it worked for us, in theory it should work for him. Coincidentally enough, he's also recently begun renovations and remodeling of our former house.

He was a bit leary about going back home I must say. I told him that if he happened to be awake between 2 and 4 am to pay specialk attention to what he hears or sees as those hours seemed to be the most active at the house when we lived there.

["Mysti"]

That's kewl to hear that he believes in the possibilty that other things exsist. It would be really interesting to hear if he actually stays up some night to see if he has anything unusual occure between the same hours as you did when the house was yours.

I'm glad you shared this story, I had been really curious to know if you'd ever heard anything else about the bones that you found. I still am curious as to why the police never even contacted you to say one way or the other if they had at least checked with forensics to varify if they were human or animal?

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I've had similar events happen in my Mom's house. All my life I've been able to sleep well in her house. But not anymore. Not since we started Table Tipping in there over 2 yrs ago.
The back bedroom was the one I grew up in. Last year whenever I tried to sleep in there, I would be freezing cold. I would even wear my winter parka, and use a quilt and still I would be chilled to the bone.
When my siblings slept in the same room, they all said they found the room to be on the warm side.
Everyone ( family and friends a like ) ask why I don't just move in to the house, since Mom isn't living there anymore. I just can't get any decent sleep in that house, that's why.
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