Henry

From: melissa h. ()
Story type: Ghost
Location: tennessee
Source: Form Submission

I grew up in a very small town in Tennessee. As far back as I can remember we had a "family" ghost. I use that term very loosely because "Henry" as we called him was a very angry spirit. He dated back as far as my mothers early childhood. She pinpoints his appearance shortly after her older sister Judy died, at which time my mother was only three.

I always knew that he was around. He would take my mothers belongings and hide them and we wouldn"t find them for months and in some cases years. there are so many instances where Henry stalked us in our own home.

Over the years He would have terrible bouts of rage if my mom brought her boyfriend home. at first we thought that he was a resident of my grandmothers house but we soon discovered that he moved with us, eventually all the way to D.C.. Sometimes he would appear as a short man with twisted and mangled features, sometimes he would appear as a blue transluscent flame. Other times he was a mist that would let you get close enough to feel the heat radiating off of it. I was frightened of him and fascinated at the same time.

After a while, even considering his pranks, i felt like he was a part of me. This may well have been for throughout my life I have had premonitions and dreams, as did my mother and her mother before her. I really don"t consider myself a psychic, rather I feel that I am in tune with things that normally we cant see.

Any way, the incident that sticks most clearly in my mind is the night I sought revenge on my abusive stepfather. "Bobby" was always verbally and sometimes physically abusing my mother whenever he would drink. At the age of twelve, I was at my breaking point and asked Henry for help. Later that night, as my stepfather lay in bed, sleep escaping him, he felt a tug at his foot. He looked down to see what appeared to be a small child with long canine-like teeth preparing to bite his foot. The thing looked up at him and laughed as Bobby screamed and yanked his foot away, then it jumped off the bed and disappeared. Needless to say, my stepfather was sober for quite some time and for a short while things improved. Well at least until we moved to Titusville Florida. Ah, but that is a different story. Until then...