Grandpa's Reunion

My grandpa died about 13 years ago. Little things around my house and my grandma's have lead us to believe that he's still around. A couple years ago my family went to Indiana for a family reunion. It was all of my grandpa's relatives.The day before we left, my mother and I had been cleaning out a kitchen cupboard. While going through some of the papers we found my grandpa's obituary from the newspaper. We put it back and cleaned up the rest of the stuff. We both left the kitchen and went into the other room. My mother went to get a drink and yelled for me to come see something. I got a huge chill when I entered the kitchen and saw the obituary laying face up in the middle of the floor. We both just looked at each other and left the room. When we got to Indiana my mom went to the local graveyard to get photos of our families gravestones for record keeping. My mom had a really advanced camera. When she went to take the first picture the camera stopped working and just made a weird whirring noise. She tried everything to get it to work, but it wouldn't. We left the graveyard and went to a nearby store. My mom picked up her camera, instantly it made some noises and worked perfectly fine.

Back at our hotel room my brother noticed his eagle necklace was missing. We all looked around and couldn't find it. The next morning the necklace was laying in a nearly perfect circle in the middle of the floor.

Some other things that we think his spirit is responsible for around the house are things disappearing and then are in plain view.
When we go on long trips our suitcases and other items seem to disappear and are brought back later. One time my mom was supposed to let my grandma's dog out. She got home and remembered that she was supposed to go to her house. She said it out loud and turned around to find the keys to my grandma's house sitting in the counter. It freaked her out.

BATTLEFIELD GREEN

My parents had a house built in a neighborhood called Battlefield Green. It was called that because it was built on, you guessed it, a civil war battle field. ( Here in this part of Virginia Civil War battle fields are pretty common to find. ) A while after they had moved in, my dad, who didn't really believe in ghost stories, got up in the middle of the night. The bathroom in their room wasn't working right so he had to go to the one that was located right above the stairs. while he was in the restroom, he heard someone downstairs. He said it was a woman singing. He started to get a little nervous. It started coming up the stairs. He ran out of the bathroom just as the voice reached the top. He ran into their bedroom. he woke my mom up by screaming "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy!" My mom had no idea what was going on. My mom can hear a pin drop on a carpet two houses down when she's sleeping, but she never heard the woman. my dad said it sounded like a really old lullaby.

The whole neighborhood had stories. One woman said she answered her door during a snow storm when she heard someone knocking. There was a man standing in a confederate uniform on the porch. She thought it was a re-enactor (also very common around here), but the man said nothing and turned around and walked away. As she was closing her door she noticed there were no footprints in the snow and the man was gone.

Another family would here a battle cry around 5AM every morning and then hear the horses, guns, and screams of a battle. There are many more stories from this neighborhood, these are just a few thank-you for reading my entry.

THE BOOKKEEPER'S GHOST

When my mother was a teenager her father was in the army. They moved around a lot. One house, in particular, was different then the others. My mother and my grandmother had a strange feeling about the house from the beginning. My grandfather and two uncles loved the house. There was a small room off the recroom in the back. They kept a freezer there. My grandmother would tell my mom to go get something out of there for dinner. My mom hated that room. She felt like there was someone in there with her. She would run and grab whatever she could and get out. My grandmother started complaining that she heard footsteps going down the hall every night, but when she would get out of bed they would stop. My mom woke up one night and heard them. When she screamed for my grandma she was already getting out of bed. My grandpa and uncles never heard a thing and didn't believe them. When they were getting ready to move away a short time later, they were talking to the neighbors and found out the story behind the house. A book keeper and his wife used to stay in that back room. One night the bookkeeper brutally murdered his wife there. Ever since that happened every woman who has lived in the house has hated it and reported strange noises, while the men absolutely love the house.

Submitted From: Stacy Coman, Virginia, USA

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