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From: ComPrt2@worldnet.att.net (Me Beavis U Jane)
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: Re: My sister read some of these posts and asked if i could post this for her
Date: Sat, 20 Sep 1997 22:42:44 GMT
If you want to reply to my sister, post a message here or email me at:
ComPrt2@worldnet.at.net or Digital65@aol.com.
I will foward any and all messages to her. Thanx
Robert
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Thank you for your E-Mail requesting more stories and additional information regarding the very haunted house in which I grew up as a child, and incidentally moved back into when I inherited the home from my grandfather. By the way my name is Lily. I'm 42 years old, I have a 17 (soon to be 18) year old daughter, and a wonderful husband who I've been married to for 20 years (21 in June).
I had a request asking about the markings that I mentioned in my last posting. The markings appeared every year on the outside of the house during the summer months. At the very beginning of the summer small dark reddish brown marks would appear on the concrete walk below the side door (which became the front door when the extra room which was my grandparent's bedroom was added). We used to call them the blood stains because that's exactly what they looked like, old smeared streaky blood stains. Anyway, as the months progressed the marks would spread up the stairs, slowly, one at a time...until by the end of summer they had reached the side door where they stopped. During fall and winter they would gradually fade away, only to return the following year. My grandfather who was very handy searched for the source of the stains but neither he or any of the rest of the family was every able to determine the source of the marks. When I moved backed in with my husband and daughter when my grandfather died I watched for the stains during the summer. Sure enough , they showed up.
I'm going to give you a couple more stories as you requested. The first story for now took place when I was 21 years old and just starting to date my present day husband. We had a date to go out for the evening and he came to the house to pick me up. Later that evening during our conversation he asked me if our house had a second floor, to which I answered "no, just one floor" He asked me what the window was at the front on the house and I told him that was the attic window. He assumed we had a staircase to the attic (He hadn't been in the house yet). He asked if someone had a bedroom up there which surprised me and I said no and I had a feeling he had seen what many of use have seen or thought we were imagining. I asked him why and he told me he had seen what he thought was a woman with long dark hair peering from behind the curtain, moving the window shade a bit so she could see him. I told him no one uses the attic, as the floor is too weak to hold much weight, much less a bedroom (we had a builder check it years before hoping to add an extra bedroom for some of the kids to ease the crowing). Also, no one ever went up there except one to make some kind of repair to the house. The entrance to the attic is a miserable hole covered by a wooden cap, small, and dangerous....you have to get a ladder to climb in and you have to be extremely careful. I personally have never attempted it. But anyway back to the subject. I myself since I was a little girl playing in the yard always sensed something up there. I would feel someone watching me and I'd look up the I could swear I saw someone duck behind the shade to avoid being seen, leaving the shade to slightly sway from the movement. My siblings, various cousins and myself have always told ourselves it was just our imagination. But no one outside of the family had ever seen something up in the attic window before. It threw me for a loop.
My second story is about the little boy I mentioned in my first posting. This little boy has been heard before by family members but one time we actually got to see him. I was about about 15 years old at the time and we were all sitting down to dinner except my younger sister who was about 11 years old at the time and my little brother who was the baby of the family (he was about 5 or 4 years old at that time).
My aunt and her husband joined us for dinner every Monday through Friday. From the kitchen table where we ate our meals you could see into the dining room and my grandparent's room from one side of the table. The lights in the dining room and my grandparent's bedroom were out. My aunt saw a small sillouhette walk across the dining room and into my grandparent's room, whom she assumed to be my little brother.
Before I continue I must tell you about my baby brother. My little brother was very inquisitive with limitless energy. As a consequence he sometime ended up breaking or tearing thing apart (he's still famous for breaking a brand-new well made metal tonka toy, back when toys were made to last forever). But anyway, because my brother could be a hazard to your possesion when he was a little boy, my aunt said "Uh-oh, Bobby just went into grandpa's room." My grandmother a kind loving woman, bless her soul, spoke up saying " That's okay mijo (spanish slang for "son"), turn on the T.V. As soon as she said this we saw the light from the T.V. light up the dark room. My mother turned to me with a serious face and said "No, go get him out of there before he breaks something and your grandfather has a fit!" So as eveyone watched me I walked into the room lit by only the light from the T.V. I didn't see him in the room, and seeing as how that bedroom only had one door leading in and out of the room I assumed he was hiding. Now I have always been very fond of my brothers, and I knew my little brother liked to hide. So, I walked about the room saying "Peek-a Boo Bobby, where are you hiding...come on out!" I turned on the light and looked in the closet, under the bed, behind furniture...but, no little brother! I stood at the doorway and yelled to my mom in the kitchen "Mom, he's not in here!" Just then my younger sister came out from my parent's bedroom door - holding my little brother's hand. She said "Here's Bobby". She and my little brother had been together in the other side of the house, when she heard me calling his name and yelling peek-a-boo....so she brought him thinking I sas looking for him. He had been with her the whole time...nowhere near the dining room! (by the way my little brother grew up just fine. He probably doesn't remember this incident because he was so young) My thanks to this same little brother who grew up to be a computer whiz, he's helping me post this...I write and type, he posts and does all the fancy-schmancy computer stuff.....I just love him!
Before I go I want to embellish on some of the details on the crawlspace I mentioned before where poor homeless people used to sleep during the depression for a minimal fee to the caretaker. The opening to the crawlspace under the house is a good sized little door approximately 3' x 4-1/2' where you can step down into the crawlspace from the walk leading to the back door of the house. You can still see where some of the people must have dug out the middle area of the ground so they could walk comfortably without bumping their heads or crouching. There are wooden pallets around the walls near the back of the house adjacent to the crawlspace door. When I was a little girl I always wondered what they were but never bothered to ask because they had always been there. Later when I found out about that part of the house's history, I looked again when I moved back into the house with my husband and daughter when the house came to be in my possesion. Suddenly I could see what they were.....sleeping pallets! If you have ever seen pictures of the Jewish people in the concentration camps during the holocaust, if you can remember those wooden beds they slept on? That's what they look like.
I sometimes wonder if one or two of those poor people didn't die under there, or perhaps were even buried under there on on the property. When I was a kid I loved to dig for marbles. There were tons of marbles buried in that soil for some reason and once I found a bone that looked like a human kneecap. Even my aunt who was a nurse thought it was a human kneecap. We thought about taking it to someone for verification but no one really knew who to take it to, police? museum? where? We never really got around to it.....besides, we were kind of afraid to find out the answer.
Well let me know what you think, & if you want to hear more.