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JUST A FRIEND
This story is true; whether you believe it or
not it actually happened.
About 7 years ago, my brother, sister, cousins,
father, and I moved from America to Iceland. I
was about 15 at the time and had no previous
experiences with the paranormal.
Beth, was very interested in ghosts and
haunting's and visited our local cemetery often.
We lived in a microscopic town in Michigan and she would sit there and just watch the graves
for any sign of activity. She would come home
after dark sometimes and get a lecture from my
"This town isn't as safe as you think,
Bethany." He would say in the sternest voice he
could make, "There are crooks out here that will
try and take you away!" My mother was murdered
just a year before when I was 14 and Beth was
16. The murderer was never found and they
couldn't find any suspects. So my father tried
to protect us as much as possible to the point
where we couldn't even go out of the house after
6:00 p.m. unless we were staying at a friends
When we moved to Iceland, Dad tried to find a
house that was nowhere near a cemetery, but his
job made it nearly impossible not to, seeing as
it was just two blocks from a cemetery.
was a house for sale right next to the cemetery
and we ended up purchasing that one. My father
figured that if Beth was going to hang out in
cemeteries, he would rather her be closer to
home just in case she was to get into any kind
Two weeks after we moved in Beth started going
to the cemetery frequently. She was very
depressed about the sudden loss of our mother
and the big move. One day, close to 7:00 p.m.,
mid october, Beth came home early from her
cemetery visit. [She usually stayed there until
at least 10:00 or 11:00 at night!] She walked in
the door pale as a ghost, and walked up the
stairs straight into our room [we were forced to
share seeing as our three cousins and brother
were also living with us.] She didn't acknowledge
anyone. I was worried someone had hurt her or
did something to her because she was a very
social and talkative person, and usually greets
us when she comes in.
I walked up to our room
and asked her what was the matter. She always
told me how bad she wanted to see a ghost, maybe
even our mom. They were very close and Beth took
her death really hard. I had to ask Beth a
couple times before she answered. "Bethany Gene
Timball! What is the matter with you?!?" I
practically shouted. Finally she looked at me
and whispered, "Penny, I saw one" I just stared
at her in disbelief. My sister was a very honest
person. She wouldn't lie to me, especially about
something like that. "Well, Beth, what did it
look like?" She looked down at our carpet. What
she told me was disturbing to me. "It was a boy,
an older boy, maybe 19 or 20. He was very
attractive yet, creepy. Oddly, he was dressed
pretty fashionably but something wasn't right
about him, Penny. He just stared at me. I got so
scared he was going to hurt me. I was sitting on
a grave and he started to walk towards me. I
could hardly breathe. He had a piece of paper in
his hand. He just dropped it next to a tree and
walked away, towards old man Raxbows farm. I
just felt like I needed to go see what was on
the piece of paper. When I looked toward the
boy, he was gone..." She just stopped talking
and looked down again.
"Bethy, what did the piece of paper say?"
to know, I was really getting into this. My
sister, then, pulled a yellowed receipt out of
her pocket. I unfolded it and was overcome with
shock at what was printed clearly in blue ink
on that piece of paper.
It was a credit card receipt for a 65 oz.
bottle of AntiFreeze with my mothers signature
on it. It was dated the day right before she
died. My mother was poisoned, and the autopsy
proved that AntiFreeze was the poison used by
the killer. It became very clear to me and Beth
that my mother had committed suicide. There WAS
no murderer, and that is why they couldn't find
him/her or any suspects.
Beth and I debated on whether to show Dad the
paper, or let him think that someone had
murdered her. We showed him the paper.
"Oh My God! Where did you two find this?" he
asked us after he read it.
Beth and I both looked at each other and
said "Just, a friend."
Submitted From: Penelope, Straumsvik, Iceland
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