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This story is rather confusing to me, as it is still happening to me today.
It started 3 years ago when I got married and moved into a home that was built in 1859.
At first, I thought it was just me, but since, I have realised it isn't.
Upon moving into my new home, with my new husband, I was very happy, and felt secure. A
couple of weeks after moving in, I started to see something. Usually, it would appear from around a
corner or from behind something. I believe it to be a man, rather young, with shoulder length
shaggy hair, and above all, very nosey.
He first appeared to me as I was doing laundry, in the laundry room. It`s a small oblong room,
with a small window at the end, and only one way in and one way out. Directly next to the entrance
was my washer and dryer. I stood in front of the dryer folding clothes, with the entrance my left.
As I was doing so, I saw something out of the corner of my eye, thinking it was one of the
children, I said," why aren't you in bed?".As I was saying it, I turned toward it. What I saw
was, a pitch black figure from the shoulder`s up. He was peering at me from around the corner of
the entrance, as if leaning around, to see what I was doing. The thing that frightened me the
most, was his eye's; very bright, but small specks of white or yellowish light. He was only there
long enough for me to see him, a couple of seconds maybe, and then turned around and went
back behind the wall. Of course, I yelled for my husband, he came to me immediately, I asked him to
search the house, for I thought I saw someone. He did, and found nothing.
The next time was when I was in the kitchen getting ready to make dinner. There was an island
in my kitchen. I was getting food out of the fridge and putting it on the island, the third time I
got something out of the fridge and turned around to put it on the island, there it was. Peering at
me, from the neck up, behind the island. I dropped what I had in my hand and yelled for my
husband. As I yelled for him, the thing slowly dipped back down behind the island. It was the
same thing I had seen before, only this time I noticed that it was so black, that I couldn't see
through it. Yet, the eye`s were the same, tiny dot`s of light.
After my first site of this thing, I would see it, on and off, a couple times a day, for the
remainder of my living in the house. I lived in the house for 2 years. After 2 years passed, my
husband and I divorced, and I moved away from the house, to a small apartment, on the other side of
town. Unfortunately, it has followed me. I don't see it as often, maybe 4 or 5 times a week now.
I have never seen it entirely, only from the neck or shoulder`s up, and always`s from behind
something. A corner, furniture,etc.
The day before yesterday, I was outside, it wasn't completely dark outside, but it was getting
there. I was in my front yard, picking up all the large sticks, so I could mow the next day, as I
bent over near this big tree in my yard, I felt him staring at me again, and sure enough, there
he was. Looking at me from around the tree.
There have been many times, that he has shown himself to me, too many to mention. I don't think he
want`s to hurt me, or he would have done so by now. I don't know why he is here,watching me. I have
tried talking to him, nothing changes. I wonder why I am the only one that see`s him? At one time, I
did ask the previous owner`s of that house about it. They acted like it was taboo and wanted
nothing to do with the conversation.
Lately, I have noticed noises. There were never any noises while I was at the old house, but here,
in my apartment, in the past month, I`ve noticed what I call gibberish talking. It sounds like a
whole crowd of talking, but you cant understand one single word of it! I`ve tried to just sit and
listen, to see if I can understand even one word. I cant , it`s to mingled. I`ve also heard
sniffing. Like something is sniffing something out, like an animal sniffing for another. At one
time I also heard a growl with the sniffing, now that really scared me!!
I`ve had friend`s spend the night with me. When I heard something, I would ask them,"Did you hear that?".Only one actually said she heard the same thing, and to make sure she wasn't humoring me, I asked her where she thought it came from and what it sounded like?. Sure enough she heard it too. She is the only
one and it was only that one time. I`m at wits end, I don't know what to do to get rid of it.Yes, it is still with me to this day.
If you have any suggestion`s,please e-mail me.
thank you.
PART II
In leau of my first story,some new event's are taking place,even stranger than the other's. First, let me fill you in on some thing's that I have found out about the old house where it all started.
The house was built in 1859 by a man named Everett Gilmore, who was a doctor/dentist. He lived in his home for about 10 years, then sold it to an organization that fostered children. The children's ages ranged from 2 to 16 years. As we all know, back then, foster homes were very poor and didn't always treat the children right.
There were a lot of diseases and common cold's that killed the children because there were no antibiotics or other cures or not enough money to seek a doctor. The record's I found for the time it was a foster home are very poor, but I did manage to find out that a lot of the children that died while living there, were buried in the back yard. There are no marker's or headstones saying who is where. When I found this out I went to a city counsel meeting, telling them what I had found, and asked what they were going to do about it. The response
I got was very displeasing, they had told me that since there were no known living relatives of the dead, they were not about to remove them all and rebury them and they were not about to try and find them all and try to identify them. It would cost to much money and that the public probably wouldn't care anyway.
Feeling sad for the little one's I went back to the records to study them, and upon doing so,I found a young boy of 15 that had died of polio and was buried in the back yard of my old house. This is the only boy of that age that died of this at 15. When I read this, I automatically thought of my nosey ghost. I think the only reason why I alway's see him from the shoulder's or neck up is because of the way he might have lived, having polio.
Maybe in life, he wasn't able to move about like the others and was always wondering what everyone else was doing, causing him to be what I call nosey.
Ok, now that I've filled you in on what I found out, let me tell you the new things he has started doing.
Around 11:00 at night, I was on my way to work, I have the radio on, a good song was playing.
As I reached down to turn it up, to my surprise, the music was mustered and the gibberish talking
started!! I know it was his gibberish talking because it always sounds the same. After a few
seconds of this, it stopped and my music came back on clear as a bell. Later on that same evening, about 2am, I was in my truck, without the radio on when I stopped at a red light, I saw something sitting beside me in the passenger seat. There he was! from the shoulders up looking at me with those little dots of light! I was horrified! After a second or two of me looking at him, the radio turned on, and a very faint voice said "I am
always with you". Immediately after that the radio turned off. But he was still there. Finally after a few more seconds, it looked as if he turned his head away from me to look out the window and faded away. Imagine my dilemma when I had to tell work I needed to go home. I was so shaken that I could hardly even drive home. When I did make it home, I decided to once again try to talk to him.This time, he answered me!
I asked him why he followed me. His answer was "mother". I told him I wasn't his mother. He replied with a
crying scream "MOTHER!!" I asked if he died of polio? he said "not dead". After that he wouldn't talk any more, but I do talk to him often, just to see if he'll respond.
Obviously, this isn't the last of him. I still see him all the time, unfortunately the poor soul doesn't think he's dead, he think's I just ignore him.
As you can see from my stories about him, he's becoming more aggressive and noticeable. The last time I tried to tape him, I heard this very faint laugh as I was trying to get the recorder to work, which it didn't. Later on it
worked fine, but I got nothing, but dead silence. I think he knows what I'm doing and doesn't like it, therefore stopping me from getting evidence of him.
I will continue to write more on him, as I'm sure he's not leaving anytime soon.
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Submitted From: Katie Tolliver, Ohio, USA
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