A Bunch of Stories

From: Melissa  (NrmPplScareMe2NT@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location:  Alot of places
Source: Form Submission

My name is Melissa. I have had my share of paranormal experiences. My family on my fathers side has a history of seeing/senescing things out of the norm. We are all from Ill. and most were/are farmers. I don't know if that would make a difference or not but Please read them (my stories), if you have any explanation as to why we all can do things more than other people please write me.

Ill start my story at my old house. The little three bedroom, two bath house was built in the middle of a field in the little ghost town (no pun intended, but it basically is now) of Adden Ill. My parents were forever taking in stray animals. We used to have a basset hound that was blind. An one day my mom was watching TV. when all of a sudden he started to bark his happy bark. Like he wanted to play so my mom called patches (his name) to come over to her so they could play but he just sat there. She said that he looked like he was watching something run around the room.

We also had a cat the hated strange people And she would start hissing and growling (like a cat does) when no one would be in the room.

One after noon my brother and sister were doing there home work when the victrolla started to play. Now for those of you who don't know what a victrolla is, it's a record player basically built into a cabinet. Now this thing doesn't run on electricity, its all man power. There is this little crank on the side that you crank to make it work, only one problem it doesn't work most of the time. Any way this record player was playing nursery rhymes. So my brother got up opened the lid there was no record on the turn table the needle was on the side and the crank was in the cabinet. To this day they both don't know what or who started it up, but it was working.

Another time my mom and dad were sitting in the living room and the knobs on the stove just popped off and nobody was in there.

There was a bedroom that no one ever sleep in because it was filled with junk. One night we had company over so my mom and dad slept in the spare room. Around 3:00 in the morning my my dad said that he was slapped so hard in the face that he woke up and saw stars. He looked over at my mom and she was sound asleep. He went to the bathroom to do his business, looked in the mirror and saw a little red hand print where he was slapped. Then on another time my brother had a friend over and the same thing happened to him.

One day my dad went under the house to fix a water pipe that had burst. Under the break he noticed that the ground was a lot more rough than the rest of the foundation. When he brushed the dirt away from the spot He told me that he could just make a square sandstone rock like a foot stone, with the remnants of writing, but he couldn't read it. The stone was visibly, a tomb stone. The house must had been built upon a grave. We moved shortly after.

The people who moved in after us was my mom's cousin, her husband and their two children. She told my mom and me at a family reunion that they to had things happen to them, like us. But one expieience stood out. One night after she had put her kids to bed, she was picking up the toys out of the tub and putting them in the bucket under the cabinet (her children were little) she said that she felt like someone was watching her. After she had put the bubble bath and shampoo on the side of the tub she went to the kitchen. She herd a loud crash from the bathroom where she was just at, like something had fallin. So she went back into the bathroom and all the toys were in the tub, along with the shampoo and bubbles. She put them up not thinking about what had just happened and went back into the kitchen. She herd the crash again. This time she was getting angry, thinking the one of her kids was playing a joke so she went to their bed room first to see if they were asleep and sure enough they were. She went in to the bathroom, again, and put everything up, again. When she left she said that she saw a little girl in a pink dress, with blonde hair, out of the corner of her eye just a flash before she turned off the light. The little girl was playing with the one toy that she had forgotten to put up. Funny thing is all her kids had brown hair. She told us that it doent happen if she leaves one toy out but it happens every time she dosent.

Although I do not remember any of this, for I was to little, I went back to the old house with my grandparents. And I to felt something there as well. The house has been remodeled so that nothing is left of the old house. I paid my respect for the sprit that live in the house an since then nothing to my knowledge has happened.

Past: One day when my father was about 10, him and his mom were at his aunts house. They had all the windows shut and all the doors except the front because they were talking on the front porch. There was no breezes at all when the front door just slammed shut. It scared everybody on the porch half to death. His aunt said "I think Grandpa Sanders has just died" (Grandpa Sanders was my dads great grandpa.) They all went down the street to his house and sure enough he had passed on.

When my mom and dad were still dating my dad was on his way to pick my mom and he told me that he saw this bright red light in his rear view mirror. On a country road in southern Ill., having someone follow you is weird. It followed him for a couple of miles and then he said that it shot up into the sky like a rocket. He stopped, got out of the car, but in the time it took him to do so, the red light was gone.

Present: In the house that we live in now we have a problem with knives. My mom was a certified cook for the state of Ill. And she was tought to lay the knives flat on their. But when any one turns their back on the knife they have just laid down, it will always end up sharp edge up. One time out of the corner of my eye I think I saw it move up.

And last me, I have seen things that I cant explain but I'll try any way. One time I was coming out of my bedroom and out of the corner of my eye I say a man with dark hair,and black suit in the utility room. I looked on the wall at a picture an it was the same guy. So I told my dad that the guy in the picture had just died and he said no no he died a long time ago. But I was persistent on my dad calling his wife (the guy's in the picture) so he called and I was right, the man had died around the same time that I saw the guy.

Then one day me and my mom were going down the high way when we hit a traffic jam, which was weird for this stretch of highway. We were going slowly when I saw an old woman walking around a car in the ditch. I could see her but then again I couldn't. She was kind of see through. The paramedics were working on someone that looked lexically like the woman that was walking. I said to my mom "mom that lady they are working on is dead". I looked at the clock on the radio and it said 11:35 am. That night on the news that night they said that an elderly woman had a heart attack while driving on I-95. An that the paramedics pronounced her dead at the scene at 11:35am.

I could be walking through a room just minding my own business and then hear voices, plain as day when no one else is in the room. I was going through this old mansion on a tour. And while the guide was talking I could hear someone screaming bloody murder, it was a woman's voice. Nobody seemed to notice it, so I asked if there had been a murder that took place in the house. The tour guide said that the original owner had his wife killed in the next room, which was her bedroom. She was stabbed to death by a slave. The slave was then hung by the owner's daughter who had no idea that the slave was hired by her own father.

I have that thing that you get when you feel like you've been there before an I get it a lot. I think that its called Dejevou but im not for sure. And I have dreams about stuff that will happen the next day. One time for example I had a dream that is was in language class and the teacher gets out a pop quiz. That day I said to Mr. Gadappe I know that we are having a pop quiz and he said "how do you know that?" so I told him I had a dream about it. An he said you better keep on dreaming before tests because you might just get the answers. Obviously there was a test.

I know this stuff might not sound true but it is. I have many more stories but that is to much to write. If you have any questions/comments, or have an explanation as the why the heck my family are attracted to haunted houses and things like that please e-mail me (NrmPplScareMe2NT@aol.com) -Melissa