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Date: Wed, 11 Feb 1998 22:42:07 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Mary
email twyatt@bellatlantic.net
This sounds so crazy, and it's not a story that I tell often. After reading all the stories on your site, I figured it didn't sound HALF as crazy as some!
When I was about 4 or 5, my family (parents, 3 older brothers and 1 older sister) lived in this apartment in Berwin, Illinois. All of my family members have stories of their own to tell that I've grown up hearing. One story that has stuck with me was about when two of my older brothers were playing in the bedroom upstairs and one of them went running out and down the hall while the other stayed in the room. Well, as the one brother ran down the hall, he looked back towards the bedroom and ran through the apparition of a bride and bridegroom. The brother who stayed in the bedroom saw this and screamed like crazy.
The same brother who ran through the apparition was found a few times sitting at the bottom of the stairs that led to the second floor just sobbing that he had tried to go upstairs and couldn't get up there. He had seen "something" that had scared the heck out of him.
There are other stories, such as my oldest brother couldn't sleep in his room. Every night my Mom would hear him screaming and when she'd go to find him, he would be cowering in the closet crying that the "gitchagee" was going to get him.
Of course, there was the typical sounds of breaking of dishes, kitchen chairs scraping across the floor, cabinets slamming shut, footsteps, and that stuff. My personal experience I guess is more boring than that, as I was very young. All I can remember is that I had an abnormal fear of the basement. Out basement was basically a hole in the kitchen floor. You had to go down wooden steps into it, and go to the middle of the basement to turn the light on with a pull chain (which my mother says often went off on its own). I can remember as a child lying on my stomach in the kitchen and scooting my way over to the hole that was the entrance to the basement. I could never get up the nerve to look down into it. The terrific horror I would feel the closer I got is still with me today.
That is the only experience I can remember ever having, and even though it's pretty minor compared to the others I've read here, it is absolutely true. I hope that I never experience any type of paranormal event, as it would probably stop my heart! I am definitely a believer.