My Friend Rachel

Name:            Elizabeth Scharrer
Email:           ehs10@prodigy.net
Title:           
Type:            Ghost
Date:            Tuesday, April 11, 2000
Time:            03:08 PM

When I was young my sister had a good friend named Rachel, They did everything together. Naturally being the younger sister every time my sister went to stay the night at Rachel's my parents sent me along. 

I don't quite know what gave me the chills about here house at first, but the more time that I spent in her house things became more apparent. Weird things just began to happen. It started with the feeling that I was always being watched when I was there, doors would slam shut and reopen and then slam shut again all by themselves, then came slight movements through the air, like a soft wind with no specific origin. After time past it became more evident that there was some kind of entity in her house. Her rocking chair would begin to rock by itself, and would continue to rock untouched for several minutes. Things would mysteriously moved throughout the house, just small things like little knick-knacks would be moved from the living room to the kitchen. 

One night we were there alone with the girl that lived across the street babysitting us. Rachel had just gotten a new doll, and we were sitting around the kitchen table trying to get it to stand by itself. Finally after many failed efforts the doll stood by itself. It stood for a while, almost a minute, then all of the sudden the doll flew from the kitchen table on to the floor across the room. It flew like someone had swatted it off the table, it didn't just fall to the ground. Needless to say we did not get much sleep that night. 

Another experience we had there was extremely frightening. We were in the living room watching TV and we heard a faint noise, like someone walking down the basement stairs. Everyone got real quiet and we turned off the TV. Sounds grew louder and louder, until there was a rapid beating sound coming from the basement. We became very frightened and ran to Rachel's room. It seemed like the beating sound followed us through the entire house. Once all of us were in her room, we shut the door and huddled together on her bed. Suddenly the door began to shack and rattle, repeated pounding on the door until it flew open, revealing that no one was standing at the door, we all screamed and held each other in fear. Eventually the pounding stopped, we all got the courage to leave the room. 

That was the last time that I ever stepped foot into that house. Rachel's family has since moved from the house, and we have lost touch with her. But I still live in the same area. I drive past that house almost everyday. I still get the chills just by going by it, and sometimes I get the impulse to stop there and ask the new owner if they have ever experienced any kind of supernatural phenomena since they have lived there.