A couple of years ago during a particularly bad
thunderstorm, my mother began telling my older sister and me
the many ghost stories and weird happenings from when she
was younger. The lights were out and candles were lit all
around us as my mother related story after story to us. I
well relate to you two of them as she related them to me,
and also a story that my sister’s ex-boyfriend told us.
Now She Believes
When I was about 20-years-old, my cousin C.H. had a family
gathering at her home. All of the family was there eating,
talking, and listening to music late into the night. Near
midnight, lots of people began to show signs of tiredness,
gather sleeping kids, and packing up leftovers to return home.
The younger of us, including some of my brothers and sisters
and C.H.’s sisters, struck around to talk. Soon our
conversation wandered to ghosts and spirits. We were all
beginning to get a little spooked and we all screamed out
when we heard a thump from the back of the house. C.H.’s
oldest sister, also being the oldest there at the time,
laughed at us. She yelled out, “Why are you scared, there
is no such thing as ghosts!” Right at that instant, the
front door banged open followed by a cold wind that whipped
right pass my face. All of a sudden C.H.’s sister screamed.
We all saw her face whip violently to the left, followed by
her whole body slamming to the floor. It looked as if some
invisible force had knocked her completely out of her chair!
I felt the wind go back by me and out the door as it slammed
back closed with a boom. C.H.’s sister lay on the floor
whimpering with a huge, red hand print on the right side of
her face. She never denied the existence of ghosts ever again.
Aunt Dank
When I was younger my favorite aunt was Aunt Dank. I was
even named after her. She would visit me and always bring
over goodies for me that mom made me share with my other
brothers and sisters. When I was 10 years old, Aunt Dank
had a heart attack and died. I was very sad as she was
always at our house. The same night that Aunt Dank died,
she came to say goodbye.
It was really late at night and all of a sudden my sister, Tia, began shaking me awake. I
was really annoyed. She was scared and whispering that
someone was in the kitchen. Then I heard it. There was a
rattling of pots and pans in the kitchen as if someone was
cooking. I was fully awake now. No one could possibly be
cooking at this time of night. Even though the two of us
were scared, we crept out of bed and into the hall. We were
surprised to see our other brothers and sisters heads
peeking out of their bedrooms and they all looked just as
scared as we did. Since we had the bedroom farther from the
kitchen, everyone ran down the hall to our room. Just as we
closed the door, we could hear the banging even louder. Mom
was shocked to find seven kids all sleeping in the same bed
that morning.
Still in Control
Told to me by my sister’s ex
When my grandfather was alive he was a strong man who pretty
much controlled his household. He always gave me and my
cousins chores to do after arriving home from school. In
the winter months he would have us gather wood for the
fireplace and pile it in a neat pile near the front door
before nightfall. We hated this chore, because we all got
splinters, wood chippings in our clothes, and not to mention
very cold.
When our grandfather died, we were very sad, but when winter
rolled around again, we celebrated that no one was there to
make us gather wood anymore. Our grandmother would ask us
to do it every night. We would throw a couple of pieces up
front and find better things to do with out time. Sometimes
we would put any wood up front at all, and when our
grandmother asked us to we said we would do it later but we
never did. We were young and selfish; never thinking that
our grandmother could get sick venturing out into the cold
night to get wood to heat her house in the night. That very
thing happened and she got a terrible cold.
That night my cousins and I were all sitting on the sofa
watching TV. Grandma told us to go get wood. We said later
like we always did with no intention to actually do it.
Then Grandma said, “Grandpa wouldn’t like the way ya’ll are
treating me.” Just then a larger picture of my grandfather
that was hanging on the wall above the TV began to spin on
the wall. We sat there horrified as the picture began to
spin faster and faster on the wall until we ran out of the
house.
That night we piled wood so high that my grandmother
didn’t have to for 3 days.
We never disobeyed out
grandmother again.
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