Subj: my dad's story Date: 99-07-26 05:19:40 EDT From: Treehavn To: RondaIee

When my father was a student at university he lived in a communal house with a number of friends. The house, as typical of the town they were in, was very old and part of a row of terraced houses. My father says that when they had parties often the ceiling would vibrate as if somebody was banging very loudly on the floor above them, they could also hear the sound of furious knocking. This only seemed to occur when somebody put the music on but as they were all downstairs enjoying the party when it happened then it could not have been another housemate. Also my dad says that frequently the lamp in his room was turned off when he was studying and often he would wake late to find that his alarm clock had been unplugged from the wall. Later on he discovered that this particular house was the last in the street to be wired for electricity. The old man who had lived there previously, and died in that house, had disliked the new technology so much that he had forbid the electric company from doing any work on his house until after his death when it became part of the student accommodation.

West Virginia Farm House Haunting

I tell this account of a series of experiences my wife and I had with a not-so-nice spirit. We had never planned to tell this experience outside of our circle of close friends, but I guess it is worth sharing. I rented an upstairs apartment of a farm house on a mountain-top that was located at the intersection of RT 33 and "I believe" County Rte 12 in Penderton County, WV. (Midway between Brandywine and Franklin WV). Several strange occurances happened. 1. This didn't register when I first moved in, but the landlady said the apartment became available when a school teacher suddenly left one night, and went back home to (Kansas, Illinois, or Iowa). She left furniture, clothes and all, and wanted none of it returned to her). The landlady passed it off as an irresponsible person who didn't value a job or money). Sounded good to me at the time. I was just looking for a place to live. 2. I lived in the house for a couple weeks by myself before my wife and daughter joined me. Only one thing happened in that two weeks. I was laying on the floor late one night listening to music when I heard a crashing sound in the bedroom. I got up to investigate, saw nothing, then retired to the bed for the night because it a little after 1 AM. I thought nothing of it. 3. After my wife and daughter arrived, a couple weeks went by with nothing out of the ordinary happening. Then for 3 or 4 nights straight at about 1:30AM we heard the phone ring several times in the landlord and landlady's downstairs apartment. We heard someone walk across the floor, apparently answer the phone, then start talking in a muffled tone. Late-night news usually means bad news, so we hoped all was well with them. After about the fourth straight night of hearing the phone, we approached the landlady, and asked if everything was ok. We told her we heard the phone ringing, and hoped it wasn't bad news. She looked at us like we were crazy, and then said that they had not received any phone calls. My wife and I eventually blew it off as the landlady being unwilling to share their personal business with strangers. 4. Maybe a week later while I was at work, my wife was writing a letter to her Grandma, and words suddenly appeared on her paper in thick black ink that said "DON'T HURT THEM". The words then disappeared. Just before the words appeared, the room became very hot, then cooled back off after the words went away. My wife threw the letter away and wrote a new one. She didn't tell me of that experience right away, as she thought her imagination was getting away from her. (Background: Earlier that evening my wife and I had been walking on the farm, and noticed how run-down things were getting. The owners were in their mid-late 80's, and were unable to keep the farm up. We said during dinner that they should consider selling the farm to younger people who can take better care of it). 5. A couple nights later I worked a night shift. Between 1 and 2 AM my wife called and asked me to come home. There was a major problem. After questioning her, she said she she was asleep in the bed, when the bedroom window opened, and a mist appeared in the corner by the window. The mist moved over to the area of the room where my daughter was sleeping in a crib, then made its way to the side of the bed. Then it moved across the room, and went out the window. Then the window slammed shut. The whole time the mist was in the room, my wife said she could hardly breathe, as the room was hot and smelled rotten and sulpher-like. When I arrived home she looked swful. You could tell she had been through a terrible trauma. She explained all that happened. I tried the window to see if it could go up and down easily to try and explain away what happened, but could barely budge the window a couple inches. It was at that time that she shared the letter writing incident with me. 6. After that, we both constantly felt as though there was someone hanging over our shoulder. Also, since moving in the house we had to keep lights on in all the rooms even during the day, as the rooms were very dark. Several other things happened over the next 6 weeks until we couldn't take it anymore and moved. - More times than one could count, both she or I would be walking in the apartment, and feel someone was behind us. We would turn around, but nobody was there. (We didn't share this with one another until after we moved). - One night, I fell asleep on the couch and felt someone nudge me force- fully several times. I woke up and asked my wife what she wanted. I noticed that she was sitting across the room reading a book. I asked if she nudged me, and she said no. It was not a muscle twitch. - Another time, we were in bed falling asleep, when we heard things crashing in the kitchen. I ran into the kitchen to see the trash can tipped over, and garbage strung all over the floor. It was apparantly forcefull shoved over, as trash was thrown from one end of the room to the other. There was now way the can could have fallen over on its own. - Other things like cans plates, glasses, and bowls were tipped over on different occasions. When these things happened, a hot, rotten, sulfer-like odor would fill the room. - The worst one was when I was at work one night. My wife was in the living room and my daughter was sleeping in the bedroom. The bedroom door suddenly slammed shut (against gravity), and locked. My wife was frantic. She pulled and pulled but the door would not budge. She could smell the rotten sulfer odor coming from under the bedroom door. She yelled at the spirit, and demanded that it let her open the door. She heard the window slam shut, and the door opened. My daughter was safe in bed. That was the last major problem we had, but felt it was time to move. 7. We moved three weeks later, and it was the last time we set foot in the house. We put the experience behind us and started living a normal life in another house. 8. About 6-months later I met up with a friend that I hadn't seen in over a year. (We were both in the military at the time). He informed me he had just finished moving. I asked if he was just moving into the area. He said, he had been in the area for a month, but was just moving from one house to another. I asked where he was moving from and to. He said he was moving from a farm house on a mountain, to a house in town. I inquired where the house was. It turned out it was the same farm-house apartment that my wife and I have lived in not 6 months earlier. He suddenly became very serious and asked if we had "problems" while living in the house. I asked "what kind of problems ?". He said "don't think I'm crazy, but . . . . " It turns out he and his wife had the same type of problems as we did. I was relieved to know that we weren't crazy, but sad for he and his wife that they had to experience the same problems as we did. We talked for over and hour on things that had happened, and then put it behind us. 9. As for the school teacher. When my friend moved out of the house, he told the owners what problems he had. The landlady blew it off as foolishness, and said the school teacher gave a similar excuse. Apparently, the school teacher took off in the middle of the night carrying her keys, purse, and the clothes she had draped over a chair next to the bed. She drove straight through to her home state only stopping to eat or use the toilet. She informed no-one of her sudden decision to leave, until 3-weeks later when the landlady called her parents to see if she may be there. She refused to talk about why she left, but only said that the landlady could keep her clothes and furniture, as she wanted sent to her. I would really like to find and talk to her. 10. It has been 19 years since that happened, and I still remember it as though it were yesterday. My wife and I have not researched the experience further, nor do we care to. We never have been or never will be into paranormal, or any kind of cultist activities. We did not go looking for an experience with a ghost, but one apparently came looking for us. Sincerely; Jim

Subj: Footsteps Date: 99-07-26 05:34:10 EDT From: Treehavn To: RondaIee Once I went to stay at the house of a girl I knew from school; although she is one of my closest friends now at the time I just knew her vaguely. I went with a couple of other girls and we all stayed the night, the girl's mother was going to be away til very late and its only now that I realise that she was probably too scared to be in the house with only the company of her little brother. We sat around and ate and watched telly, all the usual stuff. It was only when she gave us a quick tour around the house that I started to get a bit freaked out. The house was on three floors and her room and the bathroom were on the third. As we took our bags up to her room I suddenly got very unsettled as we walked through the hall on the second floor. Later on when we were sat downstairs I ran up again to get something from my bag. As I passed the open doors to her brother and mother's room on the second floor I was just overcome with dread and literally couldnt look inside them. I've lived in over 20 houses so this wasnt a silly reaction to somewhere unfamiliar, I was literally terrified. After that I had a very hard time making myself come back down the stairs again. Later my friend told me that her house was haunted and often as she babysat for her brother (he was fast asleep) she could hear heavy dragging footsteps all around the landing on the second floor. She was scared but forced herself to go and sit with her brother because she feared something would happen to him. She'd shut the door but could still hear the noises just inches away from where she sat. Subj: Date: 99-08-06 22:23:10 EDT From: sam.13 The year was sometime around 1940, maybe a little later. In a small town in Georgia my grandmother grew up with eleven other brothers and sisters on a farm in a large two-story house that still stands today. Although she professes to not believe in apparations, she will admit to experiencing this event herself as a girl. All the boys in the family were heavy into racing cars and driving hot rods, and there had been several close calls in the past with wrecks. My grandmother had a brother named W.D. who was coming home one evening from a friend's house not too far from the house (as a matter of fact, on the same road). As usual, he was pushing his car pretty hard as he neared the house, and was into a nearby curve before he knew it. Not being able to steer out of it, he slammed into a large white oak that to this day still bears the scarred marks. Family members say he died instantly---too fast for his soul to know he was dead. That's just what they say, I don't know. Anyway, later that night my grandmother's sister Ann decided to sleep in W.D.'s bed because of the lack of space thay had with a large family. It was later on that evening that "the incident" occurred. My grandmother slept beside Ann that night and everything was normal, or at least as normal as it could be with a death in the family. In the late night hours of around 3 or 4, Ann woke to a chilling feeling all over her body and moved around to search for the covers which were completely off of the bed. In the meantime, my grandmother woke up because of the shuffling and peered over to look at Ann. What she, as well as Ann, saw left them both motionless and frozen in their tracks. A glowing, ghastly W.D. stood there, at the foot of the bed motioning for Ann to get out of it. Panicked, Ann closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them back up the image was gone. Noone ever really discusses that event, or any of the other events that took place in that house for reasons unknown. I do know that at the turn of the century a man committed suicide at the base of the staircase in that house, and for a few decades strange things occurred there that I've only heard bits and pieces about. Even some relatives who moved back into the house have told me that their mentally handicapped son has seen something he cannot describe that has absolutely terrified him on numerous occasions. My great grandmother (granny) who died a few years back lived in the house until she was in her eighties, and when I used to visit with my mother as a kid, the stories that she told made my flesh crawl with a painstakingly ill feeling in my stomach that I still get today. The kicker is that she as well as most of her family have always been religous oriented and are not the kind of people to fabricate ghost tales.