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Date: Tue, 5 Jan 1999 10:21:29 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jennifer Short PO Box 443
mail Teays, WV 25569- no home computer
story About six or seven years ago, my family lived along Teays Valley Rd. before the big "industrial boom" of Putnam County. Seems like it went from a farming community to a city right before my eyes. Well anyway, We rented land off of a fellow by the name of Jim Umberger. On this land was an extravagant pre-civil war almost Victorian house. It was simply beautiful. Off to the side of this massive antique sat our trailer. Now I was awful young through all of this and kids will have thier fabled ghost stories, but there was something quite odd about this house. Something was down right sour.
The story had it (and I know nothing of the truth in this) a family was brutally butchered in the house. Back then, there wasa whole lot of nothing for miles around, so no one even found these folks for a good long time. As a youngster, I had the "creeps" about anything just about, but I've never been quite as frightened of a place as I was here. The place had an eerie air to it. To make things even more insane, my stepgrandmother, Evelyn, died of brain cancer there (in our trailer, of course). My other Grandmothers' entire cancer eaten body siezed up and shut down on her, yet she died oficially in a hospital. Strange things went on at this trailer. Pockets of not cool, but cold air in the middle of July, for example. Once in the winter my mother was out on the town. My younger brother and I were watching some TV when there was a knock on the door. There, on the freshly fallen snow, was nothing. No footprints, no tire tracks, nothing. Needless to say I spent the rest of that night with my head buried under the covers. Speaking of doors, once I heard the doorbell ring, seemed innocent enough, but WE DIDN'T HAVE A DOORBELL!! Pictures falling off the wall, creaky floors and long sleepless nights were only minor nuisences we had to deal with everyday. The most disturbing incidences, however, and the most annoying were when the smoke detectors, located in various parts of the trailer, would take turns going off one at a time.
After that, they'd go off simultaneously, quite a ruckus. For a long time, I thought I was the only one who felt a presence, then one night, my mother went completely irate screaming "Show yourself, Evelyn! I'm tired of these f*ck*ng games! Show yourself!" We never saw anything. Things continued as they were until we moved. Mr. Umberger sold the land to someone and it became South Brooke, a ritzy subdivision with $500,000+ houses that wouldn't hear of our humble trailer depriciating thier property. However, I believe they'll get theirs, Although they tore the house down for the project, there was a well and a system of underground streams and springs which probably rendered the whole operation illegal. The thing about the springs and wells may not sound important, but in my own personal research I have found negative forces and spirits can channeol themselves through waterways. I'd like to see how South Brooke likes it's neighbors!
I believe I have some pictures of that house somewhere in the mess that is my apartment.