Spooky Story

Spooky Story

Strange Rooms

When I was younger I lived with my mom and grandmother in a fairly old house in the city. I was an only child and had my own room in the front of the house. Next to my room was a tiny little room my grandmother kept her sewing machine in.
My story involves these two rooms.

In my room I had a huge bookshelf which housed several dozen porcelain dolls, the kind that stand with the help of the little metal stands that clip around their waist. I will remember the things that happened with these dolls forever.

Many nights I would go to sleep with all the dolls facing forward, only to wake up in the morning to find that my only little boy doll's hat was off and his head turned completely around. The girl dolls would often be out of their stands and lying on the shelf or the floor. The stands were always in their proper spots on the shelf. I never heard anything while I was asleep, but I always knew when I woke up that my dolls had been messed around with.

There were two windows in my room facing the street. Now, the street was very bright at night with lights from the neighbors and passing cars, but sometimes they would go entirely black and even if I pressed my nose up against them I couldn't see anything. When I lay in bed some nights I would see, in that out of the corner of your eye way, a man standing right outside of the window. My room was on the second floor and no one was going to scale the brick front of my house. This man was very creepy, and at the time, I thought he might have lived in my basement. If that sounds odd, I'll tell you why.

I only ever saw him during the summer, when we put up the awning that shaded the front of our house. In the winter the awning parts, metal poles and the cloth, were stored in the basement. The top of the awning was right below my window.

A woman lived in my grandmother's sewing room. She liked to take things, but would always return them in obvious places eight days later. Little things would go missing, like my yo-yo, and eight days later it would turn up on top of the washer in the laundry room. Neither my mother or grandmother had put it there. My mother also had things go missing on her. She had 5 baby turtles and was playing with them in the kitchen when she couldn't find one. She searched the whole kitchen, which was pretty tiny, several times, but couldn't find it. Eight days later it was walking around on the kitchen table perfectly fine.

The woman would appear sometimes, to my grandmother the most. She would just pass right in front of her. The woman was so solid that my grandmother mistook her for my mother, who wasn't home at the time. I know that my mother tried several times to get in touch with the woman, leaving out pencil and paper in quiet places and outright asking questions when she was around.

I don't live in that house anymore, but now that I'm older I'd like to go back to see if they're both still there.

My Brother's Goodbye

My brother, who I will call James, and I have always been really close. When I was 12 (I am now 14) James passed away. I was really upset that I couldn't even get up and go to school. About 2 weeks after he passed, I began to see something tall, white, large, and shaped like a boy in my brothers room every time I would walk past. One night I was home alone talking on the phone to my friend "Karrie", we were talking about life, boys, cars, clothes etc. I was on my way to my bedroom, which is right beside my brothers. I noticed something white on my brothers bed. I walked into the room and I saw my brothers face. I screamed and ran out of the room. I told Karrie what had happened and she didn't believe me and said that I needed sleep. We hung up the phone and I lay down in bed. About an hour or so later I went to the bathroom. I looked in my brothers room and this time I saw a large figure standing near the bed. It started to come at me, almost like flying. I wasn't scared and I couldn't move. When the large figure left I heard "I'm fine, I love you, I'm happy" in my brothers voice.
Then maybe three months later, I was in the house with my mother. She asked me if I had seen or heard a boy calling out her name. I said no. She was acting funny and I asked why?. She told me that not too long ago she was in the house and she heard what sounded like James' voice saying "I'm fine, I love you, I'm happy." I told her I've heard it to and that he was trying to tell us he is ok.
We weren't sure how he died until the night of my dream.

My mother and I were still trying to find out what was going on. I had a dream that he was partying with his friends and he was drunk and he came home and died from being poisoned. I woke up in a sweat, it was like I could feel what had happened to him. That morning I was laying in bed. I decided I wanted to talk to him. So I sat up and began to talk. I asked him what happened, who did it, and was the white figure I saw him?. That night about 11:30pm I came home from a friends house and I was going to bed. I walked past my brothers room and I saw this thing again but this time I stopped. I walked in the room and I could hear a low voice saying something like "I was young and careless".
I'm not sure what that meant but still to this day I don't understand.

I love my brother and I wished I could have him back. Nothing else has happened since then.

Lock The Door/Watching My Child

Back in 2005, due to me living in a very bad area, my father took a loan out, bought a house (a 14x80 mobile home), and moved my son, my now ex-husband, and myself out onto our family farm.

I grew up on this farm, and I knew already that the "big house" was haunted. Nothing really big, we even know the gentleman's name. Just little annoying things.
Willie's more playful and/or helpful than anything; he even caught my sister once when she fell on the stairs. It didn't occur to me, however, that the property is also haunted.

My husband at the time, Jason, worked 3rd shift, which left me alone all night with our newborn son, Jason Jr.
Jr is and was a VERY good baby. He never cried, I even had to guess when he needed his diaper changed, or when he was hungry. He was also a very happy baby, always smiling when he saw someone smile at him, but he wouldn't laugh unless actually tickled or made faces at: he needed some sort of stimuli to actually laugh out loud. Well, as soon as we moved in, in November, little things started. Footsteps up and down the hallway, feeling someone behind me at the very computer I'm sitting at now, little noises at night. One of the major things was that at night, I tend not to lock the doors. We live in a VERY rural area, no cell signal, no DSL, no cable, only dial-up internet is available, or satellite for the TV. So I just never really got into the habit of locking doors after living out here off and on for ten years. Heck, I only lived in that rough area for 2 years during college, until I gave birth to Jr.

The first few nights was when the noises started.
Something would fall in the living room, or the footsteps behind me would persist, and even on one occasion, our "friend" hit the wall next to me while I was in the bathroom. Thankfully I was already on the toilet, otherwise I would have very likely wet myself! I didn't put it together until a month later, that the noises stopped for the night when I locked the doors!! So, from then on, I would lock the doors when my ghost made the first noise, and he would leave me alone. He also has taken a liking to my son.

From the very first night, I would hear the footsteps sometimes go all the way into Jr's room, and then Jr would giggle! Like I said before, he never laughed out loud unless he was stimulated with a funny face or something! Even during the day, when I would play with him, he would stare and smile at something in the room or something down the hallway that I couldn't see, or giggle for no reason. The thing that totally blew my mind though, was when Daddy showed up with a baby monitor for me, a month after we'd moved in. The first night I set it up, testing it, I heard a male voice say, "Hi." I freaked, thinking someone had broken into my house, especially when Jr started laughing and cooing immediately after! I ran into the room with a weapon (a huge fork that normally hangs on the wall, it looks like a pitchfork), the first thing I could grab, and nothing was there, except for a cool (not ice cold, just cool) spot next to the crib.

A week later, it happened again, but I couldn't understand what he said on the monitor, I freaked a little, but not as bad, and checked it out. Same deal, just the baby looking at the spot next to his crib, not even acknowledging my presence. When Jr was very sick, running a fever of 105, and in and out of the doctor's almost everyday, the footsteps and noises were insanely constant. The ghost was always checking on my son, actually making ME feel guilty, because he was checking on him FAR more often than I was! And he would make noise in the computer room if I lost track of time and didn't get up at least every 30 minutes to check on my son, who at the time was sleeping, and I didn't want to bother him (let a sleeping babe lie!). It was cool, though, I appreciated his concern more than anything, even if it was exasperating. He's also made noise once, when someone tried to break into the house, which roused me from sleep just in time to hit the lights and scare off the intruders. I don't think he's the only ghost, either. When the TVs are off and the house is silent, except for the air conditioners, I swear I can hear game shows.

My ex-husband complained of it when he lived here as well, but he only heard it when I wasn't home. I'm wondering if this particular ghost came with the house to begin with, perhaps an elderly person that liked to watch TV and passed on, but doesn't really cause much of a ruckus.
The ghost that's noisy, however, I'm convinced is a Civil war soldier. The "big house" was built before the war, and my house sits right next to one of the old barns on the property. That barn, as it turns out, was used to shelter the wounded during the Battle of Stoney Creek, a small skirmish that took place on the backside of our 50-acre farm. My son will be two in two weeks, and he still stares at things I can't see. And now that he can talk a little bit, he also waves and says "Hi!!" to whomever is standing in the hallway. The footsteps are less frequent, now that my boyfriend has moved in with us, apparently our friend is satisfied that Jr and I are well cared for and protected, but he was rather noisy when I kicked the ex-husband out and was a single mom for several months. Justin, my boyfriend, hears him once in awhile, and he also hears the game shows when I'm away at work.