This story was told to me by my mother and father. It
takes place at my Grandfathers house in a small northern
NY town.
First off let my explain the layout of my
grandfathers house and where it’s located at. My
grandfathers’ house is set way back off the main road and
his closest neighbor is about 500 feet away, he is
surrounded by trees and fields, and his house is set up so
that as you drive up to it you can see the picture window
and front door. As you pass by the door you come to a two
garage type place that is used as a shop type area. Once
you enter in through the shop there is a room that is used
as a storage/ guest room. Once you go through the door
connecting the kitchen you go through in to the living
room with the picture window and three rooms and bathroom
can all be seen from here.
Ok now to the story, my mom was at home alone one night
because my dad had gone off with my grandfather. He called
my mom around midnight and told her that if my grandfather
didn’t want to leave right then and that shortly if my
grandfather didn’t want to leave he was going to walk
home. So my mom waited and my dad called back at 1:00 and
said that they would be leaving at 2:00. So at 2:00 my mom
was standing at the picture window in the living room
looking for my dad when she saw a light coming down the
drive. Thinking it was my dad she continued to wait. Well
as it came closer she thought it looked strange but
continued to watch anyways. As it approached and became
even with the picture window she realized what was wrong.
It was floating off the ground. There was nothing nor
nobody around but her, and this light that was floating by
itself outside the picture window. She went to bed scared
of course, and my dad came home thirty minutes later and
she told him what had happened.
Well a couple of nights later as my mom and dad lay in the
room used as a guest room trying to go to sleep my mom
noticed she could vaguely see the outline of he furniture
in the room. She thought this was odd because there was no
light on in that part of the house, but she shrugged it
off and attributed it to her eyes adjusting to the dark.
Well the next night as they lay trying to go to sleep
again she noticed she could see the outline better she
told my dad and he said it was probably the light shinning
in from the kitchen as my grandfather often left a light
on to see where he was going if he woke up. My mom didn’t
think this was possible because the door connecting the
shop part of the house and the main part of the house was
closed, but she decided to listen to my father and went to
sleep without giving it much more thought. Well for three
more nights the same thing happened each night the light
got brighter and each night my father would try to explain
it off. My mom deciding she liked my fathers’ explanations
rather than the thoughts going through her head would go
to sleep with out giving it much more thought. On the
fourth night she could see the furniture clearly, and the
furniture was even casting shadows on the walls. My mom
was a little scared because she kept seeing a couple of
shadows shift, knowing that her and my dad were the only
ones in that part of the house and both of them where in
the bed she couldn’t figure out how those shadows where
moving. Well being as scared as she was she shut her eyes
so she wouldn’t have to see anything else. She slowly
drifted off to sleep. Well shortly after falling asleep
she thought she heard my dad whispering to her so she
rolled over to talk to him.
Well he was asleep, and as
soon as she realized it she went to try to wake him up
still laying down facing him when their covers where
snatched off them and they were yanked out of the bed by
their feet. My mom fully awake at this point noticed that
the room was so bright that she couldn’t even see her hand
in front of her face. Well she screamed and my dad was
trying to help her up thinking that some one was playing a
joke on them. They made it to the door and opened it as
soon as it opened the room turned pitch black. My dad cut
the light on and searched the room. The window was still
shut locked from the inside and there was no one hiding in
the room. Needless to say they were both freaked out and
never slept in that room again.
This is a true story told to me at two separate times by
my mother and father and they both told the exact same
accounting of what happened. Other bizarre things have
happened to my parents in that house. My dad more though
because he grow up there. But this story is long enough,
will write more of their stories later.
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