I grew up in a haunted house, by all accounts. The oldest part of the house was 140 years old when the house was torn down in the 1980's, the newest part was about 100 years old when torn down. My maternal grandfather had purchased it in the 1940's to 1950's, and let my mom and biological father move into it in 52, with their first child, my oldest sister who was an infant. My parents went on to have 6 more children, each of us experienced odd things in that house, most of which were not talked about until after the house was torn down, for one because we thought others would think we were crazy. I remember one year when I was five, we were packing to take a trip to Florida to visit relatives over the Christmas holiday. My two older sisters, were packing, and my sister Laura, could not find her swim suit. We all hunted all over the house, in drawers, everywhere, and could not find it, my parents finally gave up, and went out and bought her a new one. When we got! back, the house was still locked up, and we were putting our belongings away, when my sister opened one of her dresser drawers, right there on top, folded nice and neatly in plain sight, sat her swim suit. There was no way any of us could of missed it, where it sat. All of us had experiences of being home alone, on the first florr, and hearing footsteps going upstairs, and downstairs, and across the second floor hallway, and voices upstairs. My brother Gary, who had the only second floor bedroom that was part of the oldest part of the house, had strange things go on in that room. Like a rocking chair that would rock by itself. Everyone but my brother did not like going in this room. Noone even company, who we never told about the things we knew, ever walked down the stairs, you ran, as fast as you could, it always felt like you were never alone at the top of the stairs, like someone was going to reach out and touch you, though noone ever did. After the house was torn d! own, friends came forward and reported feeling the same way about the top of those steps. I remember, never wanting to, or really trying to go upstairs when I was home alone, because you never felt like you were alone upstairs, the ghost though never seemed to want to harm any of us, at least not when I was a child. I remember one summer night, my dad was in the hospital, in a nearby town 30 miles away, we lived on a farm outside a small town in Nebraska, my dad's sister, her husband and 4 children came over, and my aunt and uncle, their two youngest, my younger sister, mom, and I went to visit my dad, leaving their two oldest, and two of my older brothers at home. I was about 13, my two older brothers were about 15 and 18, and the two older cousins were 15 and 17. Well when we got back, my two older brothers wer gone, and my two older cousins were there alone, when we pulled into the yard, my cousins ran out to the car, scared, they would never say why, it took alot of ta! lking to even get them to go back into the house. We found out my brothers had left with some friends, which did not make us happy leaving my cousins alone. These two cousins did not scare easy, and had lived on a farm their whole life, but they would never tell anyone what scared them that night. Growing up on a farm, we had lots of cats and dogs, but none of them would ever go in the house, not even if you literally drug, or carried them in, they would take off as fast as they could back out that door, as if they had been shot out of a cannon. Well when I was a child, (mom did not tell any of us until years later after each of us kids had moved away), an old man stopped by with his daughter, and told my parents that the 2 old Cedar Trees growing in our front yard were either 2 grave markers, or marked the entrance to a graveyard, he could not remember which, it turns out he had grown up in the area. Well my biological father was insane, and physically abusive, he tried killing 2 of us kids, and had threatened to do so to my mom on several occasions. My maternal grandfather gave my mom the deed to the land when I was a teenager as a gift to her. My mom filed for a divorce from my father in the summer of 1980, he refused to leave the house, so my mom and my younger sister and myself (the other ones were grown up, and moved out on their own by now, stayed with relatives, until the courts ordered him off of the property, but that day would never come. My father had accused my mom of having affairs on him as long as I! could remember, even though mom was faithful to him until the day he died, even after she filed. He made it loud and clear he was not going to let the divorce be an easy one. We had a fifth wheel camper, well the day before the divorce came to trial, my dad loaded as much stuff as possible in the camper, including things that were not his, but my moms and or us kids', wrote a list of everything in the house, including us kids' things, and the rifles, that one of my brothers had purposely taken out of the house, for my mothers safety, since he had threatened to kill her so many times, and moved everything to my faternal grandmothers house 30 miles away, by this time my faternal grandfather had died, he died when I was 6. a friend of the family and his 14 year old son helped him. Well they were unhooking the camper from the pickup, in the yard, and my dad told the family friend he had to go sit down, the friend thought maybe his diabetes was acting up, and sent his son to t! he truck to get the candy my father had to carry with him, just in case, but my dad never made it to the house, he collapsed in my grandmothers bushes. They called the ambulance, but he was pronounced dead a short while later, of a major heart attack. I am not the only one in my family that thinks in a way he committed suicide, not by an overdose, a gunshot wound or slashing the wrists, but kind of playing Russian Roulette with his insulin. As I said my father was insane, he had diabetes, and required insulin 2 times daily, he had had it since he was a child, and knew how to give himself the injections, but would refuse to, he used it as at tool to get others to feel sorry for him. One time, my little sister, mom, and I were in a nearby town doing shopping, my dad was home alone, we planned on being home in time for his shots, but the car broke down, well luckily 2 friends of the family happened along, we got the car towed in for repairs, and they drove us home, well it was long past his injection time, which should not have been a problem, because he could of given himself a shot, when we arrived home, he was going into insulin shock, because he refused to give himself a shot, and after each time he would do this, he would blame my mom, saying it was her fault, because she had not given it to him. He would accuse my mom of sleeping around, even with his own brother, if she even talked to another man, even if h! e was present when she was talking to them. He would even accuse her of sleeping with other men, when my little sister, and I had been with her the entire time. Well after he died, nothing seemed any more unusual then before, no new ghosts, or newer ghostly activities, until my mom remarried my step dad in 1981, ironically my step dad, and other investigators, had been investigating my father, at the time of his death. After the marriage things, did not get to extreme until my younger sister moved out on her own, and my step dad and mom started building a new house, on land just a little east of the old house, then things started happening. Like my step dad would be outside doing chores, or working, and my mom would be inside cooking, the food would get done, and she would turn the burners all the way down to warm, and would go in the other room to await my step dad comming in, just to hurry back into the kitchen, when she would smell something burning, and find the burners had gone from warm to high. After my little sister had moved out, and the new house was being built, the upstairs, was completely empty and shut off from the re! st of the house, and the lights were kept off, well when my mom and step dad would go anywhere they would lock up the house, but when they returned they would find the house still locked up, but the entire 2nd floors lights were all on. There also was the smell of cigarrette smoke that would come down from the second floor, even though noone had been allowed to smoke in the house since my fathers death ( he was a heavy chain smoker). Well the new house was finished, and my mom and step dad were almost fully moved over there, when they were awoken in the middle of the night in the old house by a racket comming from the kitchen, they got up, and when they got to the kitchen they found cupboard doors, and drawers opening and shutting on their own, burners turning on and off, pots and pans flying around the room, that was the last night they spent in that house, the house was torn down really shortly after that. My mom and step-dad, have not had any problems since, but I did. ! One day I had fallen asleep, and I started having a strange dream, I dreamed I was in that house again, and I was standing in my brothers room, (the oldest bedroom), but it did not really look like the way I remembered it growing up. When I was growing up, their was plaster and paint on the walls, and ceiling, carpet on the floor, and an attic door, as well as a door to the hallway, and we had a somewhat fancy antique dresser in the room, and a modern twin bed, but in the dream, there wer plain wooden walls, and ceilings, and you could see the rafters, and no carpet on the floor, and no attic door, and sitting on the floor where the attic door should of been sat a girl in old fashioned clothes, like something from little house on the Prairie, or something. The furniture, was kind of rough, plain hewn furniture, really plain looking. The little girl had blonde hair, but never really spoke, but I sensed her name was Sarah, but there was another name Amanda, I never have figur! ed out the connection to the names Sarah and Amanda. Well I purposely made a trip down to the farm to talk to my mom. when I mentioned the little girl mom first thought maybe I was just remembering myself as a little girl in that room, for when I was really little I had shared that room with my brother for a short while (I always was afraid of that room, even when I slept in their, I would not go in there by myself). That is until I started describing the room, and the furniture, and then my mom knew it was not just a memory, I had seen the room the way it was long before I was born, the way the orriginal part of the house had been, long before my parents had even lived there, and no we had never had any pictures of that room the way it was orriginally, for when my grandfather had bought it, the new addition had been put on there about 60 years before, and the walls, had been plastered and painted, and carpet laid. We still do not know how I knew how that room looked, I ! know I like my mother, and brother, have some psychic powers, mine seem to be stronger then theirs, but none the less present. Well that was not the last dream I had of the house, the final one, I was back in that bedroom, but this time there was carpet on the floor, plaster and paint on the walls, just as I remembered it, but no furniture, no people, no girl. Just voices that were ominous and scary that kept saying over and over again, Sarah, Sarah, everyone loves Sarah. This time I was frightened, I began to run, and as I ran, it was like the floor was collapsing under me, I ran out the door, and down the steps, the voices calling repeatedly after me, that prase. I called for Sarah to help me and protect me, I don't know why I though she could or would, but I called to her, and even though the voices kept going on and on, I started feeling less frightened. I soon found myself out in the yard, and I turned around, the house was still there, and it was like daylight outsi! de, but there was no light reflecting off of the windows, it was like someone had heavily painted them black, as black, as black can get. That was the last dream I had of ther, the others were while wide awake. My oldest sister has been back home one time since then, and we were talking one day, and we got to talking about the new house, and stuff,and she remarked she did not feel comfortable there, she could not place why, but she still felt uncomfortable there, and I told her yes, I knew what she meant, I said I espescially felt it, over the area of the old foundation, to the old house, and she could not believe it, that is where she too felt the most discomfort too. Then I told her about the dreams. I know there for a long while after the dreams when I would go for a visit, and would go to leave, I would feel like I was not alone in the car, I felt like my father was in the car also, and would actually turn around expecting to see him in the back seat, the dreams, and the feeling in the car did not end, until I finally told my father, he may not be meaning to frighten me, but he was, and I loved him, inspite of what he did, and I wanted him to go to his eternal rest, and to please leave me, and my family alone, now the only time I or my sister really truly feel his eery presence is on the old foundation of that house. I also am able to touch pictures, pictures of live people, dead people, people I know, and people I don't know, o places, I have been and not been, animals, and things I have known and not known, and tell you more about the picture, then what the picture shows, and more then there is any way I could or should know about it. I knew what happened to Susan Smith's sons hours before they found them and confessed, by touching a news article, I seen her drown them in the car, and had told neighbors and friends, before, like I said they found them and she confessed, and Nebraska is a long way away from where she lives. I tell you this because I can also tell you whether a person is in heaven and at peace, or elsewhere. My maternal grandparents are now deceased, as well as my paternal grandparents, when I touch the picture of my grandparents, I see them surrounded by many shadowy people (you can only make out my maternal grandparents faces clearly, and they are smiling), and there ! is a bright light, and they don't physically talk to you, but it is like they are mentally talking to you, and they tell me they love me, and they are ok, but when I touch the picture of my fraternal grandfather (whom I barely knew since he died when I was 6, mom later told me he abused his wife and children too), and my fathers picture all I see is a cold, cold, dark black, that you can not see through, and the hair stands up on the backof my neck. The only other times I have seen this, is when I have touched pictures, of certain haunted houses, that I was not familiar with, and knew nothing about their hauntings, the old house, in touching certain pictures of certain rooms, usually I find out afterwards, that they were haunted by an evil ghost, and in alot of those cases I knew nothing ot their history. I know if I touch a picture of my brothers old room or the living room ( my dad spent alot of time there it was his favorite room of the house, I see that cold, cold dark b! lack. To the point it scares me. Also when I touch a picture of the living room, it is like I am jetported there, but I am standing in the archway between the old living room and dining room, and my maternal grandparents are standing just inside the living room side of that archway, and they will not let me through, and beyond them is that cold, cold, dark black, it is like they are trying to protect me from something in that room. Ironically these are not the only ghosts I have encountered, it is like I attract ghost, including in the apartment I live in now, even though these apartments are only 3 years old, and noone has ever died here, I think the ghost, must of moved with me, from my old apartment that was haunted too. I will tell more of that in another story. The funny thing, is I have friends that will tell you I tell the best ghost stories, they jjust don't know most are from past experiences, not stories; How it changed my life:I have definitely gotten use to it, I am 36 years old, and lived in haunted houses all of my life, i trust God and my grandparents to watch over and protect me.
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