When I was 5 years old my mom remarried and had another daughter (she already had me and my little sister who at the time was 3). She and my stepfather decided to move to Central Alabama in order to be closer to his family. The house we moved in to was rather old (it was built in the early 1900's), and there was another house kind of in front of us and off to the side (which was built in the 1790's)and has not had inhabitants for about 50 years.
The first night in our new home was very exciting for us. That night, after everyone had gone to bed, I woke up to a loud crash on the back porch. I got up to investigate when I heard my parent's bedroom door shut. I thought that maybe my mom had woken up and gone outside for some reason, so I went into her bedroom to kiss her goodnight before I went back to bed. When I went in there, she was sound asleep and had not been awake at all. I didn't know what happened, so I went back to my room and fell asleep.
The next morning I told my mom about what had happened. She told me that it was probably just the wind.
A few months later my sisters and I were sent to my grandmother's house to spend the night. My stepfather was out of town, so my mom was at home all by herself. She stayed up late watching T.V. Before she went to bed, she hosed off the back porch, locked the screen door, and smoked one last cigarette in the living room.
When she went to bed, she couldn't get to sleep because she could smell a cigarette burning. She got up to investigate but couldn't find anything anywhere. When she went back to bed, she was almost asleep when she heard the screen door to the back porch slam shut. She called my uncle to come investigate but when he got there, he couldn't get to the door because of the screen door being locked. She turned on the light to the porch and opened the door to find the screen door locked and cigarette ashes strewn all over the porch.
A few days later, someone in the neighborhood told my mother that earlier that day she had seen a young man in a white T-shirt and blue jeans with a pack of cigarettes standing on the edge of the porch.
Many other incidents happened in the house, such as lights coming on by themselves, etc. But one thing that really scared my mother was when she was laying in the living room watching T.V. while studying for a test the next day (she started back to college in order to get her nursing degree) when she saw a rocking chair I had gotten as a birthday present out of the corner of her eye moving steadily back and forth as though some one was sitting in it. The rocking chair all of a sudden started rocking back and forth really fast as if who ever was sitting in it stood up. She looked around the room for something that could have made the chair rock but couldn't even find so much as a mouse.
Another incident was when my aunt was driving past our house on her way to work. She looked up into our yard and saw a decapitated woman floating across our yard. She thought that maybe she was seeing things and turned and came back. The woman was still there. She turned around once again so that she could go to work but when she looked for a third time, the woman was gone.
One day, while my sister and I were getting off the school bus, my friend asked who the man that dressed in a soldier's uniform was that was standing in front of the older house right in front of ours. When I looked up to see who it was, there was no one there. I told her that she was delirious but about that time other people began to notice the man also. Even the bus driver claimed to see it. My sister and I, on the other hand, had not seen the mysterious man.
When my youngest sister turned 5, my parents decided it was time to move to a larger house. We spent 2 months looking for a house in our area. We finally found one and decided to move in right before Christmas.
On Thanksgiving Day, we went to my grandmother's to celebrate. We got home late that night and I sat on the couch to watch some T.V. I looked out the window right above the couch because I had heard the door open. My mom and stepfather were coming in from a walk in the field right behind our house. I looked up at the house beside ours and noticed that an eerie green light was on in the kitchen. I told my parents when they came into the living room but when they went to investigate, the light had gone out.
Finally the day came that we were to pack our things so that we could move the next day. My mom had just graduated with her nursing degree and as a present, we bought her a green Chevrolet S10 pickup truck. That night, us children were so excited about moving that we drove our parents out of the house because of our energy. They decided to sit in the truck and just talk. After about 5 minutes in the truck, something strange had happened. All the lights inside and outside the truck began to flash on and off. My stepfather, who had not had anything happen to him while we were living in the house, started screaming. Our parents ran back in the house scared to death.
The next day we moved and never went back to that house. No one lives in the house and hasn't lived there since we moved out. Neighbors still see lights in the house and strange figures around the grounds.