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Date: Tue, 13 Jan 1998 16:14:34 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jamie Smith
email Bowlawn@aol.com
When I was around 6 years old my mother and I moved into this house right off of Marine Drive...( Portland, Oregon ). The house was the biggest most beautiful house I had ever seen, please take into condsideration that I was only 6 at the time. It was a two story, white 2 bedroom, 1 bath home. It had a spiral staircase that went up to the two rooms upstairs and overlooked the living area, either way I was so unique.
I don't quite recall when it all started and my mother does not remember either but we do remember all the things that took place in the year that we stayed there. Now everything that I am telling you I don't have in any sort of order except for the final occurance.
One night my mom and I were in the living room watching T.V. when we heard this very loud scratching on the side of the house, very persistant and very annoying but we ignored it and my mom dismissed it as a tree branch. The very next day I recall my mom mowing the lawn and stopping she turned and looked at me and said, there is no tree here. Another instance was even more alarming. When we moved into the house there was a window that we had tried to open but couldn't and mind you we tried everything in the end though we knew that there was no way it could be opened it had been painted and nailed shut, so I was watching T.V. one night and my mom was somewhere when we heard a loud kinda pounding and a WOOSH...we looked around until we had discovered that somehow that window was open. I had awful dreams there too so much so that I only stayed in my room one night and the rest I stayed with my mom. Our dog Rebel would never come home, he would always stay at the neighbors and! ! even when we tried to lock him in while we were gone...he would always be outside when we returned. The worst thing that ever happenend that I can remember and this is what finally convinced my mom to move is when she sent me to her room to get her undergarments ( she had broke her arm ) and the way she had her drawers set up was it had a large mirror on top with all her make up and coffee and junk sitting there too. I opened her top drawer and closed it just like I ALWAYS had and the next thing I know my mom screams and pushs me onto the bed as the mirror jumps out almost as if it were trying to get me. When we got up to look at the mess we noticed that nothing had moved out of place on top of the dresser, not her coffee or makeup or anything had budged...we moved soon after.
Unfortunatly it didn't end there...I moved in with my dad about 4 years later to another house in Portland. I was around 10 at the time. This house never did anything out right to hurt me...it just made me dream scary things and hear voices. I still dream about that darn house...and it still scares me.
Now I live in a house that has a "spirit"...I am not sure though. The only real things that happen is lights going on and off. Pictures falling off the wall and funniest thing is you can not keep a pair of slippers in that house for anything! We have went though about 10 pairs and they just keep dissappering. figure that one out.
It always helps me to talk about this and I hope that it will help others to know that they are not the only ones. I swore I was.