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Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1998 11:59:20 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Leslie Christensen
email Mongoose@cyberhighway.net
story Ok, I think it's time for another one of my personal experiences.
This happened when I was about 10 or 11. I am now 23. My family had moved into a very old house in Salt Lake City, Utah. I'm not sure how old but the basement was just a big dirt hole. The house was located right next to the I-80 freeway. I'm not quite sure of the exact address but it was about 200 E. 2400 S., if you are traveling west on I-80 and get off on the State Street exit, and look to your right, that's the street. (For those ghost hunters that would like to know.) I have very little memory of this house, but will tell you of the ghostly happenings that I do remember. Some of them are second hand, meaning my mom told me after they happened.
My mom was in the kitchen fixing dinner, when I heard her scream and start cussing. I came running in from my bedroom and asked her what was wrong. She told me that Cory (my stepfather) had just thrown a pair of scissors at her, and pointed to the scissors on the floor. She said when she turned around to find out what she did wrong. He wasn't there. (Cory was very abusive toward my mom and me) I told my mom that he wasn't even home from work yet, and she said, "No, he was just here. I heard him pull into the driveway and come in." We both went outside to see if his truck was there. No truck. Now Corys truck was quite loud and couldn't be missed. Now this was mid summer. When we walked back into the house, we both noticed a chill. We had no air-conditioner, so it couldn't have been that. We didn't want to upset Cory so we dismissed the occurrence until about two weeks later when something similar happened.
Again my mom was in the kitchen (notice a sequence), but this time she was sewing a baby blanket. I guess I should tell you my mom was eight and a half months pregnant with my sister at the time. She was just sewing along when she saw all of her cutlery just kinda fall out of their holder. She said it was hard to explain, it was like if someone had picked up the holder and turned it upside down, but it didn't move. (Got me?!?!) Then she said one by one the knives were being thrown at her. She yelled for me. When I came in, one of the knives just barely missed me. My mom was unfortunate. We both ran out of the kitchen and headed for the front door, we turned around and the knives were in the holder. My mom got cut on her left arm about 4 or 5 inches above her wrist. It wasn't a bad cut. Neither one of us dared to go into the kitchen until Cory got home.
When Cory came home, my mom told him what had happened that day and the previous occurrence. He couldn't, wouldn't and didn't believe us. He made some lame excuse for what happened. I can't remember what exactly, somewhere along the lines of us wanting attention.
Now the basement stairway is in the kitchen. (There's that sequence again.) I can't remember what I did but for punishment Cory threw me in the basement. He knew that I was scared of the basement and would never go down there. I always got this eerie feeling when I passed the door. All I remember is pounding on the door and crying for him to let me out. It seemed like forever but he finally let me out. When I called my mom a few days ago to get the address of this house, I told her that I was going to write about our experiences in this house. I had asked her if she had ever gone down in the basement and she said, "No, that she was afraid of what was down there." So at least I wasn't the only one afraid of the basement.
One more occurrence before I close.
My sister was about 8 or 9 months old. I was playing with her on the living room floor while my mom and Cory were sitting on the couch watching TV. Now our TV was positioned in a corner. I remember looking up to watch this one part of the movie, when something caught my attention about 2 feet above the TV. It looked like a light mist. You know when you look at a light in the fog. When I looked directly at it, it was gone. Thinking nothing of it, I went back to look at the TV. Then there out of my peripheral vision I could see it again. Now I'm confused. Again I looked at it and it's gone. I turned to my mom and Cory. My mom has this strange stumped look on her face. Thinking it was the movie that had her stumped, I went back to playing with the light above the TV. This time when I looked directly at it, I could see it. It was forming into what looked like a woman. This time I turned to tell my mom and just as I had said, "Mom, do you . . . " She interrupted me ! ! and asked us if we smelled Lilac perfume. I then told her to look above the TV. We all looked and saw the same thing. A woman in about her early 30's dressed in 19th century clothing, she looked very sad. My sister had been very quiet up until this time. She had started to mumble in baby talk. We all watched the woman pass through the TV and approach me and my sister. The woman then placed her hand on my sisters forehead. As she did this, it got very cold. We watched her pass the couch and through the front door.
That was the last time we saw her, although we knew she was still there because of the faint smell of her Lilac perfume. She seemed to be watching over us. When something bad was about to happen the perfume got so strong that we had to leave. Like one time when I was in my room with my sister. We had a washer that when it was on spin cycle it would shake everything. My room had a bookcase on the wall that the washer was against. I had a bunch of ceramic vases on it. Anyway one day my mom was doing laundry and like I said my sister and I were in my room. We were looking for a book to read. When all of a sudden we smelled the strong scent of Lilac, the smell was so strong that we had to leave. We were not a foot out of my room when the vases fell, right where we were sitting.
Another time she helped us was when the thing in the basement decided to throw forks at us. I don't know why it didn't throw other things. We moved out about a year later. We had never looked into the house to see what had happened there. I wish we would have though. I think I've made this long enough so I'll go now. Your questions and comments are welcome.