I have lived in 5 different houses and in 3 of them I have
seen ghosts.
I'll start from the first one:
I used to live
in a stone house on N. 400 West in Rochester, IN. I moved
there when I was about 4. We no longer live there. But
there is so many things that went on in that house.
When we first lived there, there was a lot that happened. My
sister, "Hanna" reported seeing a hand reaching in her door
and move things on her dresser around. One night a girl of
about 15 in white walked into “Hanna’s” bedroom, sat on her
bed and started to rub her leg. Early one morning “Hanna”
woke up and she could not move, her hand and legs were
pinned down, she screamed, my mother and sister, "Rachelle"
came and didn’t believe that she was stuck so they just
left the room and a minute later it let go and “Hanna” was
free..
My brother "Ian" said that one night he got up for a
drink of water, got one, went through the living room and
saw our old rocking chair rocking by itself. In one of the
pens for our horse it will grow high with weeds in the
summer so he had to go and clear some of the weeds out, he
started to cut some of the weeds by the woods with one of
those hand weed whackers that are like a shovel and he
heard footsteps behind him so he turned around and nothing
was there so he turned back around and then a bush started
to shake behind him. On another occasion him and my
other brother "Joe" woke to hear their door handle
rattling.
There is a small furnace in the living room and
my mother and father would take turns stoking the furnace
once a night. My mother one night went down to put wood in
it and out of the corner of her eye she saw the girl in
white sitting on the stairs, she ignored it by just going
about her business and when she was done it was gone (that
is the only ghost she ever saw and she denies it now).
When we first moved in I didn’t have a bed to sleep in for one
reason or another so I slept on a couch upstairs. At the
time there was a door from that room into the master
bedroom, and at nights I would hear footsteps going from
the bathroom, through the room I was in and into the main
bedroom.
After that nothing much happened for about 5-6 yrs
when I was around 10yrs old and the only ones who witnessed
them were me and my little sister "Lilly."
We would go feed the chickens during the day and we would hear children
in the woods, we would hear laughing, singing, crying and
screaming, we would then go into the woods looking for the
kids that snuck onto our property and there would be no
signs of any kids, but heard only sounds of footsteps.
The weirdest thing that happened during that time was is the
hammering at nights. We took turns locking the chicken coop
so that no animal would get them and one night I heard a
sound of someone hammering which came from every direction. At first we didn’t mind, we just though it was a neighbor working late on something, but it continued every night and it would freak us out, so us being young we would go run inside to mommy. She would come out and the sound would be
gone of course so she would go inside and as soon as she left it would start up again.
When I was young I had a habit of waking up pretty early, even on the weekends, just
when the sun would just start to come up and one morning I awoke to see the girl in white floating a few feet off the floor in the corner of my downstairs bedroom so I just shoved my head under the covers until she was gone.
The one last thing is that every time I went upstairs by myself I got this terrifying feeling inside and I could not stand being up there for one more second, so I would run downstairs as fast as possible. I never really got that feeling when I was downstairs, just up. The creepy thing is that
the man that built our house died while building it, so that would explain the hammering. And my friend's Dad, who had lived there all his life, told me that the guy who built the house, got into trouble for using an old broken tombstone on the house. I don't know if this is true, I never saw any engravings in the stones, however, that might explain the children in the woods and the girl in white.
Yep, those are the strange events that happened when my
family lived on North 400 West.
The next place I moved to was a small town called
Centerville, Indiana. It was a small little house, but
nice and it was surrounded by trees. I was 11yrs old when
we moved here. We only lived in that house for 1 yr. so not
too much happened.
Well, one of the first things that happened was when I has in the shower. I was just taking a
shower, and I heard a bunch of noises, shaking and banging, it would stop, and then it would start again. I was like "what the heck is going on?", so I finished washing up and I went out of the bathroom and asked, who was making all the noise and everyone was like, "what are you talking about?". I got a little suspicious and the next time I took a shower it happened again so I jumped out of the shower, waited and saw the closet door shaking and banging coming from inside the closet. I opened the closet thinking that the cat was stuck in there. I open it up, found not the cat but the closet was a complete mess. Things from inside the closet were all over the place. I got dressed as fast as I ever did in my life and got out of there. After that I wouldn’t take showers at night anymore.
One time my parents were going out for the day, so they left at about 8 in the
morning and didn’t get back until 11:30 at night. So, it was just me and two of my sisters, "Lilly" and "Hanna." We decided to just have a movie day; we watched movies the whole day. From the living room you could see my parent’s room. The door was open and the lights were off the entire
day because they were gone. It was around 10 and it was just commercials on TV. So, we all took a break. I went to the bathroom, "Hanna" to the fridge and "Lilly" to change into PJs. I don’t take that long in the bathroom so I was the first one back and as I enter the living room I see that all the lights in my parents room had turned on all by themselves.
My mother likes wind chimes and she had one
hanging from her ceiling fan in her room. And one day we all hear this loud crash. My mother and me run into her room to check it out, to find that her wind chime had fallen off the ceiling fan. My mom doesn’t really believe in ghosts so she says, "the stupid cat must have done it", and
she then left. But I stayed to investigate. I search the whole room and did not find the cat in that room. Then, I started to think, even if the cat did do it, it would be pretty hard for a cat to get that down, especially if the chime was tied to the pull chain of the ceiling fan.
I was in my room one night, looking in the bookshelf at the end of my room. There was a small hand held fan on my dresser, on the other side of the room and it just turned on by itself. It took me a while but I slowly went over and turned it off.
After that we had another incident with a fan. My mom, "Lilly" and me were sitting in the living
room, watching TV, with a big box fan turned on, and sitting on the floor. My mom said she felt chilly (very strange because, everyone else was hot) so she told me to go turn off the fan. So, I went over there and turned it completely off and sat down, and few minutes later it just turned on high all by itself. We all just stared at the fan for a while, then I went over and turn it off and then unplugged it, just to make sure. My mother had no explanation for that one.
One night I was sleeping and was woken up by a loud thumping noise, like someone was jumping
on the floor. The sound just kept going and going and going, I tried to sleep, but I was too freaked out to sleep. At this time I shared had to share a room with “Lilly.” So, the sound stopped long enough for me to gain courage to get up and nudge “Lilly”. I asked her if she heard the thumping, she said no and went back to sleep. I got back into my bed, and tried to go back to sleep scared and then it started again. I got up, nudged “Lilly,” she woke up, and by that time it had stopped. I asked her
again if she heard it, but no she didn’t. I was not gonna be able to sleep in that room, so I got my blanket and pillow, built up enough courage (it took a while), and went out into the living room to sleep.
The living room was just down the hall. I laid on the couch and tried to sleep. Then it started again, but it was not as loud because I was farther away from it. I tried as best as I could to ignore
it and finally I fell asleep.
The last thing to have happened that I can remember was at 11:30 at night. My
mother, “Lilly” and me had come back from a long day at the
county fair. My two brothers and my oldest
sister, ”Rachelle” had come to visit. My whole family was
there and we were all talking in the living room and the
doorbell rang. So my brother, “Joe” and me opened the door.
The door was right in the living room so it took us about 4
sec to be outside to find no one there. We turned on the
outside light, looked under the porch, around the cars, and
found no one and heard nothing. We came back inside, I was
freaked out because I knew what had happened, it was another
ghostly visit, but my mother being the non-believer says
the doorbell is probably low on batteries. I knew it wasn’t
the batteries because I have heard the doorbell when it is
low on batteries, it makes this nasty slow ring, WHEN it
has been rung, it had never rang by itself before.
Although
I never saw the ghost face to face, I think one of the
ghosts from my last house followed us. I think this
because, one of my friends happened to live in that house
before my family and he said he had not seen or heard
anything weird when he lived there. That is it. I know it
is a little longer than the last but that is because I
witnessed all of them. It was pretty weird they all happened
when I was around. No one else had a personal experience
with them but me while we lived there. The only thing that
I got was from “Hanna,” she said that she got a bad feeling
that something strange was there. Those are the occurrences
when I lived on Lammott Road.
The last place I lived at that was haunted was Katy, Texas
in a sub-division called Fountain View. I moved there when
I was 12yrs old. The first year I lived there some things
happened. My sister "Lilly" said that she heard someone
banging on her walls of her room at night, items that hung
would start to sway, like chandeliers, and some other
little things. My mother was actually the one who reported
the things swaying, I guess she had to admit that when I
asked her if she noticed anything strange. She said that
there was no draft to make it move, it would just start to
swing for a little while and stop. Then a year later is
when a few major things happened.
My friend, "Gram" and I were outside just walking around the sub-division talking
at around 2 in the morning. We were just hanging out and I
suggested that we go sit on the benches at the park across
from my house, but "Gram" said that he had a bad feeling
and didn’t want to. I said okay. Then little while later I
suggested it again and he said fine, I'll go. So, we headed
up there. I was looking and talking to him as we walked; he
was looking forward. We got half way there and "Gram" just
took off running in the opposite direction. I turned to
watch him run, saying, "Gram" what are you doing? I turned
back around to see a short ghost wearing purple right
beside the bench where we were going to sit. I ran across
the street to where "Gram" was. We stood there trying to
calm down, while trying not to look at the park. We both
calmed down some and looked back at the park, and the ghost was
gone. We didn’t want to be outside any longer, so we headed
for the back door of my house. We got though the gate, closed
it, and entered into the backyard. Just before we reached the
door, the gate began to shake furiously. This almost made
us wet ourselves, being that we were scared to begin
with. That back door opened faster than a speeding bullet
and we were inside. Then a few weeks to a month later, I
was getting ready to go to school. It was early; it was
still dark outside. I was getting into the fridge to get
some breakfast. Our refrigerator was directly beside the
doorway into the kitchen. As I was looking in the fridge, I
see an arm pass by the doorway out of the corner of my eye.
I close the fridge. Me, thinking it was "Lilly," called for
her. "Lilly" is that you? No answer, and as I exit the
kitchen, and into the hallway, I looked around and nothing
was there. After that nothing else happened from then on.
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