January 20, 2012

Trippy Tales # 53..."The Haw Branch Haunting"

Ghosts of Haw Branch Plantation

"Built in 1745 on 15,000 acres by Colonel Thomas Tabb and his wife, Rebecca Booker, the Virginian mansion had fallen into ruin when it was purchased in 1964 by Cary and Gibson McConnaughey. Gibson remembered visiting and playing at the huge house when she was a girl, and her grandmother, Harriet Mason Jefferson, lived there. The home hadn’t been in the family for the last fifty years.

The McConnaugheys spent a great deal of time, money, and effort in the renovation of the huge estate which included a moat, massive chimneys, gardens, slave quarters, and outbuildings. There are two graveyards on the land, one for the family and one for the slaves.

Cary, Gibson, their children, and two dogs, moved into the antebellum home in 1965. Four years after that, an elderly cousin sent the McConnaugheys a gift. The cousin told the family that it was a pastel painting of a young woman, who was supposed to have been a distant relative. Her name was Florence Wright. The portrait had been done in a summer house in Massachusetts. Before the painting could be completed, the 24 year old girl died suddenly from a massive stroke while playing the piano. Florence had never visited Haw Branch.
When the McConnaugheys opened the crate containing the painting, they were surprised to find that charcoal, rather than pastels had been used to create the piece.

Hanging it over the fireplace in the library, they quickly forgot about it and went on with their lives. A few days later, Gibson was in the basement when she heard ladies’ voices upstairs in the library. Shouting that she would be right up, Gibson thought she had visitors.

Arriving at the library a few moments later, the room was empty. So were the entire house and the parking lot.

A few months later, Cary was sitting in the library reading when he glanced up at the portrait and noticed that a charcoal rose was turning pink! When he walked to the picture, he saw that the girl’s dark hair was lightening, and her gray skin was starting to take on a peach tone!

The picture continued to change until it was a vibrant, colorful piece. The girl became a vibrant redhead with dazzling blue eyes. She was sitting in a green chair next to a jade colored vase holding a soft pink rose.

The voices of women talking and laughing were heard intermittently during the months that the portrait was changing. After the picture was completely transformed, the voices were no longer heard.

Other odd occurrences have taken place though. The painting once mysteriously fell to the floor where her daughter and a friend had been sitting only moments after the girls had moved.

When the painting fell and the frame broke, they were able to discover the name of the artists at last: J. Wells Champney. He had died falling down an elevator shaft in New York City.

Not long after that, in the early morning hours of November 23, 1965, the McConnaugheys were awakened to the sound of a woman screaming. The entire family gathered at the foot of the steps to the attic. No one, not even the dogs, who were shaking with terror, were brave enough to check out what might be causing the screams.

A few months after that incident, the family was in the library watching television when they heard the sound of a heavy object being dropped on the lawn. They have continued to hear that sound at various intervals, even in the daylight.

Every six months on May 23rd and November 23rd, the family hears a woman screaming in the attic.

Apparitions have also been spotted in the home including that of a slim young girl in a floor length dress, a lady in white standing by the fireplace in the drawing room, a giant bird with a wing-span of more than six feet, a floating housekeeper, and a lantern suspended in mid-air coming from the barn. The smell of fresh oranges and roses sometimes wafts through the air, a rocking chair in the attic is sometimes heard creaking, furniture can be heard being dragged across the attic floor, heavy footsteps can often be heard going up and down the stairs, and lights go on and off for no reason.

One night when the McConnaughey boys slept in the old slave quarters with some friends, they heard cowbells in the pasture, although there was not a cow around.

In the basement, there is a mysterious sealed room that measures four by six feet and is completely blocked off with brick. The family animals are quite intrigued with the chamber. No one seems to know why it is there.

One last mystery: the previous owner of the house died a mere few hours after signing over the deed to the house!

As far as I can ascertain, Haw Branch is still owned by the McConnaugheys. They have both written historical books on Amelia County, Virginia, and do give tours of their home.

Haw Branch is located in central Virginia, twenty-six miles west of Richmond on Highway 360."


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Most Haunted Places in America: Haw Branch Plantation

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Trippy Tales # 52..."Lovely Spooky House"


"Lovely Spooky House"
By Carrol @ your true tales
"I lived in an old two-story house in a small town called Amonate. This was in 1978. My husband and I rented it from a very old lady. She and her husband had lived there since they were married, but she moved in with her sister, I guess because she was too old to be alone.
I fell in love at once with the house. It was lovely. The lady told me it was very old and that Civil War soldiers had hidden out there during the war. It had a beautiful winding staircase that led up to three bedrooms. I noticed a red stain on the top of the stairs that led down and into the kitchen where a larger stain was. The old gal said her husband had been accidently shot and the stains were from where he dragged himself down the stairs and made it to the kitchen before dying! Well, that was kinda creepy.
I scrubbed and scrubbed, but it would not come off. Downstairs had a living room, kitchen, bath, and a large room I called the ballroom. It had mirrors all around the walls and nothing else except a bar over in a corner. Lots of room for dancing, as I imagined there had been many parties there. We settled in and everything was ok. The thing I noticed first was that I could never take an afternoon nap upstairs because every time I tried it was as if someone were shaking the bed, so I'd get up.
One winter morning, not long after we moved in, I was going to go back to bed after sending my husband off to work. It was still dark outside so I thought I'd lay down for awhile. I decided to leave the light on in the ballroom, which was at the foot of the stairs. I lay down and was getting comfy when I started hearing voices. It was as if there were a large gathering, but far away so that the sounds were muffled. I could hear a man's laughter. It really scared me. My first thought was that someone has broken in to rob me. I grabbed my husband's shotgun and started for the stairs. The hair stood up on my neck as I reached the top of the stairs, for there were no lights on now in the ballroom. The house was very dark.
I slowly crept down to the foot of the stairs, now hearing only my heart beating. I quickly flipped the lights back on and there was nothing, not one thing out of place.
Each day around 1:30 p.m., as I'd sit watching the soaps, I could hear footsteps running up the stairs. It happened every day at the same time. This is strange, too. The living room had a large walk-in closet. On the outside of the closet there were half a dozen bolt locks. I wondered why? On the door that led to the living room were several bolt locks also. The fireplace in there had been completely covered over with wallpaper. I took it off, naturally.
One day I was cleaning the hearth when I heard dogs. Many dogs as if it were a fox hunt or something. The thing is, the sounds were coming from the fireplace. I ran outside thinking maybe there were dogs barking and the sounds were coming down the chimney, but there were no dogs anywhere and all was quiet. When I returned to the fireplace and bent down, I could still hear the dogs, but they seemed to be getting farther away until the sounds faded away completely.
But the scariest thing of all happened early one morning. As before, my husband went off to work and I went back to bed. It was getting daylight just so I could see everything, but still not yet daylight. There began this pounding sound as if someone were beating the door down wanting to be let in. I was so scared again, thinking as usual that somebody was trying to break in. So I started downstairs again, shotgun in hand, only when I got downstairs, the sound was not coming from the front door, but from somewhere in the living room! The pounding was constant, non stop. I peeked into the room and realized the pounding was in fact coming from inside the closet! It was as if someone were pounding with their fists trying to get out. I yelled, "What do you want?" But the pounding continued. I stood frozen in my tracks for what seemed at least five more minutes and then suddenly, it stopped. It took another five minutes or more to get up the nerve to open the closet door. I was half expecting to see something jump out and grab me, but when I swung open the door, nothing!
I can't explain to you how creepy this was. I wonder to this day if someone were being locked in that closet and maybe died there. Why all those locks? We moved after that incident. My husband also felt bad vibes there. Although I loved the house, I just think some really bad things happened there."

Up Next: The Haw Branch Haunting!



January 13, 2012

Trippy Tales #50...Haunted Happenings!

 More spooky stories from the paranormal archives @ about.com!

"Dead Motorcycle Guy"

"I moved into an apartment not knowing anything about the previous tenant. One night I woke up, but couldn’t move any part of my body. (This used to happen infrequently.) I opened my eyes and saw this male standing in the doorway of my bedroom staring into the mirror over my dresser, which was right in front of the doorway. I can still see him. I was frightened and closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes again and he was gone. I did tell this to my friend who lived next door and she said that I had just described the guy who had lived in my apartment and was killed in a motorcycle accident. I had to move. I was too frightened to sleep in the bedroom at night."


"Shadow In The Underpass"
"About 13 years ago, several of my co-workers and I went to a small fair in Brewster, Ohio, which is located in the northeast part of the state. The main street into town has an underpass, which is lit, that goes underneath train tracks. The Wheeling-Lake Erie Railroad headquarters was located directly beside the underpass. We had walked about a half mile to the fair and were returning to our cars. It was about 11pm.

When we reached the underpass heading away from town, my friend Tom G. , told his girlfriend and I to wait for him while he went up the hill to the tracks to relieve himself. The other people in our party had kept on walking and were almost out of sight. As Tom's girlfriend and I waited on the sidewalk for him, we heard him scream! He came running down the hill, still screaming and ran past the both of us. We were wondering what was wrong with Tom when I saw his girlfriend look down at the sidewalk. She then ran to catch up with Tom.

I was standing there by myself when I saw it. It looked like a person's shadow, a silhouette of a head and shoulders but stopped at what would be the chest. It wasn't my shadow because it was totally detached from me and it's head was near my feet. At first I thought it was another person's shadow and I looked down the sidewalk. There wasn't anybody there. By this time I was well into the tunnel of the underpass which, as I said before, was lit. The shadow remained as strong as ever. Also two cars came down the street and their headlights passed across it but it still remained.
 
Even though it was summer, the closer the shadow came, the colder it got. The shadow traveled across the ground and came toward me. As soon as it reached my feet it disappeared. I then ran to catch up with Tom and his girlfriend. I asked Tom what it was we just saw. He said he didn't know, but when he was up next to the tracks, he heard a rock overturn and this thing came out from under it and chased him down the hill! I talked about this to a friend of mine and she said it was probably the spirit of someone who had been hit by a train and that's why the shadow was cut across the chest. Tom is in denial about what he saw, but I believe I came in contact with a shadow person."

"Ghost At The Bar"

"About four years ago, I moved to an apartment that was right across from a bar with a very peculiar name, "Shiminski's". It was a weird little dingy, lowlife sort of tavern with a certain 1970s dive nuance to it; you had to see to understand. One night I was bored with TV. It was about seven o'clock and I looked out my window to the old ratty tavern with the yellow sign on the corner, and for some reason I just had to go over and have a beer. I got my jacket, throwing regard to the wind and headed down the two flights of stairs and out the front door across the street over to the old place.

I finally got there and pulled open the 1970s dingy-looking solid door and entered a really foul-looking dive, which was almost entirely barren. I said what the hell and went up to the bar at a stool as an old bartender came up who looked pretty damn weathered himself as I ordered a Budweiser. The beer came up and I paid him, with a tip, and sat there for a few minutes and drank my beer, looking around the place as the curmudgeonly bartender was talking with an older black man at the other end of the bar.

Suddenly I felt the deepest, most depressing sadness overcome me as I caught something out of the corner of my eye next to me. I turned and there was an old woman in a red knit sweater with a really leathery skinned look to her sitting right next to me that I didn't see or hear come up and sit down. Her face was staring down at the bar, then up to the area behind the bar like she didn't see me at all. I looked at her for a second as the energy of sorrow and negativity was almost just like pouring off of her. It was such a miserable feeling like a great loss or something. Her hair looked like she was perhaps living on the street all black and in matted strands and her clothes looked like they would smell, but there was no scent to it. I looked back forward and sipped at my beer again thinking maybe I'd have a conversation with her, but then when I turned to maybe talk to her there was not only no one at all there, but the nearest bar stool wasn't even that close to me.

I just shook my head as I then stood up looking around me as the bartender caught my eye and came up and asked me if I needed something. I was nearly choking on that last sip of beer. "I'm gonna ask you a crazy question," I said to the bartender. "Was there just a woman here?" He just looked at me cockeyed and gave me a humorous anecdote with a smile about a woman being in this kind of place, but I asked him again seriously and he said to me confidentially that it has been rumored to have happened before where people occasionally claim to have seen a homeless woman dressed in rags (as he put it) in the bar as he then admitted to have even felt a presence from time to time there like a breeze when he opens and closes sometimes.
The story gained the attention of the older black man who came over and asked what was up. After a bit of a conversation about it for a few minutes, he said that he thought it was a woman who killed herself out back of the establishment after it opened in the early 70s. He has been in the neighborhood for decades and said that was the only thing he remembered that it could be. The woman jumped off of the roof supposedly and used to live in the same building somewhere. They told me about a man that claimed he saw a woman sitting at a table with him then disappeared and then about a bartender that walked to the end of the bar to serve an older female customer and when he got there, there was no one there. He thought she had fallen or something, but there was no one in the bar at all. I just finished my beer and went to head out after a bit of talk, but that was the freakiest thing that I have ever encountered. There is no doubt that there was an old haggard gypsy-looking woman sitting right next to me and I looked directly at her face (which appeared solid) as she stared off in her own world at the bar back. And even weirder (???) was she floating in midair beside me with no stool under her? The thought really freaks me out, with absolutely no explanation for it whatsoever!"

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 ~Queenie~

January 11, 2012

Trippy Tales #49...Haunted House Stories To Make You Shiver!



 "Creepy Babysitting Experience"
 By Keri L. @ about.com/your true tales 2012

"My scary experience happened to me when I was babysitting my cousin's six children in the neighboring reservation called Little Saskatchewan. It was June, 2007. It was already 10:00 p.m.; I know because the kids were supposed to be in bed at 9:30, so I got them all ready for bed, and off they went. I sat around for a while, made a snack, and went to the computer room to waste some time, since I wasn't tired yet.
I decided to call a friend, since I was feeling uneasy about being up alone in Kathy's house (the nearest neighbor was quite a way across a field) and it was so quiet after the kids were asleep. I was talking on the phone to my friend. It made me forget about the uneasy feeling I had earlier. I decided to go outside for a cigarette.
I sat on the back door steps, still on the phone. I told my friend to wait until I was done, because I wasn't too scared when I talking on the phone. I finished my cigarette and let my friend go. I wanted to do some things around the house. As I was walking inside, I noticed the front door across the living room was wide open. No one ever uses the front door. It was even taped shut -- summer in the country, in Manitoba, is the worst for mosquitoes.
I walked fast to go close it. I even put a small table in front of it so it wouldn't open again. I checked the kids quickly; they were all sound asleep. Feeling very creeped out, I proceeded to go to the computer room to get my mind off what happened. As I was sitting there, I heard a knock at the window. There were blinds on it, so I couldn't see out. I got up and walked to the living room, pretending I didn't hear it.
Suddenly, I heard knocking at the front window, then the kitchen window, then all the windows at the same time. It got louder and louder. I flipped! I know this part is really cliché but, I grabbed a knife and the phone and ran and sat with my back against the back door, where there were no windows. Then I heard a scratch that started at the top of the door all the way to the bottom.
As it got to the back of my head, I started to cry. I quickly called my friend back and told him everything. His only advice was to tell me to call someone to pick me up, which was not a possibility, since I didn't know anyone in Lil Sask (as we call it) and that there were six kids sleeping in the bedroom. I calmed down enough to get off the phone, and made a bed in the living room with the lights on and I fell asleep.
In the morning, I took a walk outside to look around. There was no evidence of any being here, no footprints, nothing. I didn't tell Kathy what happened. I just wanted to go home and get away from there. I told my mom a few days later; she then told Kathy, of course. Kathy admitted that before when her sister was sleeping over on the couch, that she awoke to a little girl -- with no face! -- standing in front of her. After that, no amount of money would make me babysit for Kathy overnight again!"

 "The Phantom Fire"
 (By Mike @ your true tales)

"When I was 21, I was going to college in Baton Rouge and had just moved into a new apartment. It was literally new – newly built, new carpets, paint, appliances, everything. I found this a bit strange because all the other buildings in the apartment complex were obviously older, and the monthly rent in my building was significantly less than that of the older buildings in the complex. However, I never said anything or asked any questions because I was happy to be getting what I thought was a good deal on an all new apartment.
It wasn't long before I noticed that something was wrong, though.
The first night I stayed in my new apartment, I awoke in the middle of the night – around 3:45 a.m. – in an absolute panic. I flew out of bed, frantically slapping at my body with my hands. I felt like I was engulfed in flame, burning all over. After a few seconds, I regained some composure, realized I was not on fire and told myself it had just been a dream. But I could not deny how real the feeling had been. Just a few seconds ago I had been completely sure that I was about to die, burned to death. I never was able to go back to sleep that night.
In the following months that I lived in this apartment, this scene was repeated dozens of times. I would awake in a flash, flying out of bed and beating at the phantom flames that surrounded me. Occasionally, I would have friends or girls stay over, and they were invariably quite unnerved to see me leap out of bed in such a panic. Strangely, when this happened, it was always at around 3:45 a.m.
Besides the fiery wake-ups, other unexplained things happened in my apartment. Dishes would come out of the cabinets on their own and shatter on the floor when I was in the other room. Anytime I set a cup on floor and left the room, I would come back to find it spilled. Within a few weeks, the new carpet was a rainbow of multicolored stains. Once I ejected a tape from the VCR and it flew – literally – 10 feet across the room. Posters and pictures would fall off the walls. The toilet would flush on its own and the TV and radio would come on without my touching them. Fire alarms would go off all over the building.
But the most troubling thing was the noise that came from upstairs. I had lived on the bottom floor of my previous apartment and was accustomed to hearing noise from the neighbors above me. For this reason, in my new apartment, I never took much notice of the sounds that came from upstairs. But sometimes it would get really loud, with things crashing around, heavy footsteps and stomping, even occasional screams. I just figured that the people upstairs were a bit wild, but didn't think much more of it.
One night I was studying and the noise was particularly bothersome, with heavy thudding and crashes. I was tired from a long night of studying and finally got pretty angry with my unruly neighbors. I decided to go up and say something to them. My apartment was on the second floor, and with a realization that hit me like a ton of bricks, I remembered that THERE WAS NO THIRD FLOOR IN MY BUILDING. All the other buildings in the complex were three stories, but mine was only two!
That night I left and stayed with friends. At the end of the month, I cancelled my lease and paid nearly $1,000 for breaching the contract, but I could not stay there anymore.
A few months later, I ran into an old friend who I had not seen in a while, and who had lived in the same apartment complex years before. As we talked and caught up, I told her about my experiences in the apartment and that I had moved out. As I told the story, I expected her to nod politely, with a touch of patronization and disbelief, as most people did when I told my tale. Her face, however, turned to stone as I told about waking up "on fire," things breaking and the third floor neighbors that weren't there.
When I had finished, she looked at me sincerely, without a trace of deception, and said, "When I lived there a few years ago, that building burned down early one morning. Two people on the third floor were killed – burned as they slept. You really didn't know?"
Even now, thinking back on her words, I am completely covered in goose bumps. I've never even gone near that building since."

"The Phantom Tenants"
(By Thirstytears @ your true tales)

 "I had nearly forgotten this strange incident until I read the Phantom Fire story from 2004. About four years ago I was renting a tiny apartment on a college campus. The rent was a bit high for such a small space, but it was on a really nice block with a big park across the street, so I couldn't really complain. My roommate had gotten sick and had to be hospitalized for a few months. A good friend of mine had gotten evicted from his apartment, so I invited him to stay with me for a little until he got back on his feet. I set up my futon into a bed for him in my room.
The apartment was on the second floor and, for some reason, we could hear everything that was going on in the rest of the building through the vents. For the longest time, the apartment above me remained vacant until one day my friend and I heard raised voices above us. It clearly sounded like a man and a woman having an argument. This lasted all day and eventually stopped at night. A few days later, we heard footsteps above us and what sounded like furniture being moved across the floor, so we assumed we had new neighbors. The only concern I had was that they seemed to argue a lot and I didn't want to have to be the neighbor that calls the cops whenever there was a domestic dispute, but I needed my sleep, too. I had work to do!
One day, my friend and I were taking a nap in my room when there was an extremely loud BOOM! directly above us. It shook the entire house! We both sat up, wide awake and looked at each other, waiting for any kind of sound through the vents. About five minutes went by and the most terrifying scream I have ever heard rang out through the vents. Scared that someone had gotten hurt, I quickly ran up the steps and tried to enter through the door, but it was locked. So I pounded on the door, but nobody answered. At this moment, my friend downstairs was already dialing 911.
When the cops arrived, I directed them upstairs. They got the door open and went inside. A cop stayed downstairs with my friend and me and asked us questions. I remember telling him we had never met the new neighbors, but they often would get into fights and we were often awakened at night. After about five minutes, the first cop returned downstairs looking extremely confused. He asked if I was absolutely sure that's where the noises were coming from. Of course I was sure; I had heard these noises and voices day in and day out for almost two weeks now. My friend confirmed my story.
The cop said, "Well, I think you need to see something" and motioned for me and my friend to follow him. When we got up the stairs and into the apartment, we stopped dead. There was nothing and nobody in the room! In fact, there was nothing in the entire apartment! My friend and I sputtered out the rest of our stories about what we had previously heard, but it didn't matter. There was clearly nobody there.
Confused and dismayed, we thanked and apologized to the cops for their wasted effort, and sat in my little TV room trying to figure out what had happened. I ended up calling my landlord and asking him if there had been any new tenants upstairs, and he assured me that I and the Chinese family downstairs were the only ones in the building. I soon moved out. About a year ago, I traveled down that same road, only to see that the house was gone and a gas station had been put on that exact same spot. I still wonder why they tore it down.... Did the next tenants experience the same things I had?"


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December 6, 2011

Trippy Tales #48..."Childhood Paranormal Experiences"...(Part 5)

Hello & welcome back to the playhouse!

If you've been following my blog this week, then you know we've been discussing "Childhood Paranormal Experiences"...and some of my very own experiences as a young child.

To bring you up to speed, here's a recap from part four:

This frightened me a bit, but it didn't disturb me as bad as the house on Kelsall Avenue...

The house on Kelsall Avenue, has been the source of many of my nightmares over the years, and still gives me the shivers just thinking about it.  It was in this house, that I felt a very real sense of PURE EVIL!!

There was something about my bedroom closet in this house, that really frightened me. 

Perhaps it was because I would see the doorknob turn at night...or because I could hear things sliding across the floor in it...or because I could just feel the evilness coming from it. 

After a while, that evilness came out of the closet, and made itself heard and felt in the room as well. 

I remember hiding under the covers with my fat orange cat Marmalade, listening to my toys moving around in the room, and holding my breath, to try and fool the "presence" in to thinking I was asleep. I know it was silly, but as long as I had the covers all tucked around me, I felt so much safer than if I'd not had them.

Until the night the evil came under the covers with me!
This was a night like all the others.  I was sweating under my blankets with my big orange cat Marmalade, and holding my breath as I listened to the sounds moving around my bedroom.  A footstep here, a bump or a knock there, toys sliding across the floor, something was there! 


But as I peeked out of one small hole in the corner of the blanket, I saw nothing.  But I wasn't fooled. I knew "it" was there.  IT had been there for a very long time. Much longer than I had been there, and somehow, I just knew it was feeding off my fear.  Fear made it stronger. Fear is what it thrived off of, like a vampire thrives off the blood of his victims...It needed fear to exist.


Suddenly, as if it knew I was looking, all the activity stopped...all the noises ceased.

I still didn't dare take my head out from under the blankets, though I was literally dripping with perspiration, and Marmalade wasn't much better than I was...she wanted OUT!
I believe it was at this point, that the entity was trying to lure me in to a false sense of security...to make me think the terror was over for the night.  


And I'll admit, I was very tired. Sleep had become a thing of the past in my house.  My grades were suffering at school and I'd already been hospitalized for a raging ulcer. I needed rest!
Just as I let my eyelids close and attempted to drift off to lala land, I was awakened by the most hideous, blood-curdling, terrifying laugh I had ever heard, and to this day, I can still hear it in my mind... 


And the worst part? 


The worst part, was that IT was under the blankets WITH ME!!  

"MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!" RIGHT...IN...MY...LEFT...EAR!!

I could feel it's breath! 
UP CLOSE...AND PERSONAL!!


At this point, there was no keeping Marmalade under the blanket any longer.  She'd heard it too, and she literally shred that cover to rags getting out from under it, then took off out of that room like a cat out of hell with me right behind her. 
I flew from my bed to my parents' room, and I don't think my feet even touched the floor. I hit my parents' bedroom and pounced on their bed in one big swoop!
Now were it not for me being so terrified, it would've been quite hilarious, seeing my step-father fumbling for his glasses with his hair stickin' straight up like a rooster...but I didn't have time to laugh...there was SOMETHING in my room! 
Daddy was NOT amused, and he quickly informed me that he knew of something ELSE that better be in my room, in about TWO SECONDS!!   


And I'll tell you what folks...the walk back to my dark and foreboding bedroom that night, was the longest walk of my life! I felt like the condemned, walking his last mile to the execution. I stood at the door facing in to my dark bedroom, willing myself to cross the threshold, and when I finally did get up the courage to run back to my bed, as if to mock me, as I threw the covers back over my frightened little head...I heard the knob to the closet door turn...IT was still there. 


Years later, as an adult, I was delivering pizzas one day, and the house on Kelsall Avenue just happened to be on my route.  I had noticed many people moving in and then right back out over the three years that I worked for Dominos.  It was always like that. No one ever stayed for long. But one day, feeling brave, I just had to have a look at my old bedroom, so I stopped.


As I crept up to my old bedroom window, I almost expected something to jump out at me.  But then I felt foolish. I was all grown up now.  It couldn't hurt me anymore.

Could it? 

For a moment, I was confused.  Was this the right house? Sure looked like it! And then I realized...the closet had been completely covered with sheetrock...as if there had never even been a closet there. Someone had tried to enclose the evil!

But I knew better.

I knew there had been a closet there.

And I knew there had been something IN that closet.

And though the closet was no longer there...I could feel that IT was still there.

Watching me...and laughing...FEEDING off my fear.

And by the way...

Marmalade ran away that night so long ago...and we never saw her again.

I only hope IT didn't get her...and I'm very thankful that IT didn't get ME.

But in a way...it did.

And even after all these years, it still comes to visit me sometimes.

 In the dark closet of my childhood nightmares...
~Queenie~




December 5, 2011

Trippy Tales #48..."Childhood Paranormal Experiences"...(Part 4)

Welcome back to the playhouse!

So we've been discussing childhood paranormal experiences, and as promised, I'm gonna wrap up this topic with some experiences from yours truly.

I lived a most peculiar, and haunted childhood. From as far back as I can remember, very strange things happened that I could never find a logical explanation for. I have theories of course, but no solid proof of anything.

One of the very first things I remember "out of the ordinary" was the day I heard my grandad's voice...when he wasn't anywhere around at the time!

I guess I must have been around 4 or 5 at the time, we were living in Tennessee and my parents were divorced.  My mother worked long hours, so I spent most of my time with my grandparents. On this particular day, my grandmother and I (and her chijuajua "lil bit") were sittin' on the couch watching "Hee Haw"...(one of my grandma's favorite shows) while my grandad was at work. Roy Clark & Buck Owens were a pickin' & a grinnin', and everything seemed quite normal. 

That is, until...from the back bedroom...we heard my grandpa's voice calling to my grandmother!  

"PAT?" it called.  I say "IT" because even though "it" sounded just like my grandpa's voice, there was no way it was him...because he was miles away at the time! 

I remember the dog becoming very disturbed, as were my grandmother and I.  And to this day, I still can't explain it.  This was only the beginning of the weirdness...

Fast forward a couple of years...

By now, we had moved from Tennessee to an island off the coast of Georgia, called "St. Simons Island"...we lived in a house that had once been the site of a large cotton plantation.  

 It was in this house, that every night after everyone was in bed, I would hear a small bell ding (like the kind you would see at a hotel check-in desk) and immediately following this ding, I would hear what sounded like people furiously cleaning the kitchen. Sweeping, mopping, washing the dishes, etc.  Never any voices, just cleaning sounds...night after night, after night. 

It wasn't until many years later that my step father revealed that he too, had heard these ghostly sounds...with never a "living" soul actually in the kitchen. 

(Perhaps a few dead ones though!)

This frightened me a bit, but it didn't disturb me as bad as the house on Kelsall Avenue...

The house on Kelsall Avenue, has been the source of many of my nightmares over the years, and still gives me the shivers just thinking about it.  It was in this house, that I felt a very real sense of PURE EVIL!!

There was something about my bedroom closet in this house, that really frightened me. 

Perhaps it was because I would see the doorknob turn at night...or because I could hear things sliding across the floor in it...or because I could just feel the evilness coming from it. 

After a while, that evilness came out of the closet, and made itself heard and felt in the room as well. 

I remember hiding under the covers with my fat orange cat Marmalade, listening to my toys moving around in the room, and holding my breath, to try and fool the "presence" in to thinking I was asleep. I know it was silly, but as long as I had the covers all tucked around me, I felt so much safer than if I'd not had them.

Until the night the evil came under the covers with me!

And I will tell you about that in part five!


 
~Queenie~