Ever since then I have noticed a lot went on in that house, i could be there all alone and I would hear people walking around in the next room whispering and when I would tell my grandmother she would just chuckle and tell me not to be scared that it was just family and they would never hurt me. I can't say I felt the same calmness when it came to the basement. It wasn't the basement itself that scared me like you would think, I mean what little kid isn't scared of a basement but it was when I got to the stairs and had to go back up. Its like i could feel someone directly behind me with every step, it got so bad that I would run up the stairs at top speed most times.
I didn't really experience anything else until we moved in with my father in the next town over. I never felt scared in the house but my sister tells of washing the dishes one day and feeling someone tap her on the shoulder. I was in the next room watching tv and she yelled at me for trying to scare her, when she walked to the door way and saw my confused look she realized it wasn't me. She went on to say that she would always feel like there was someone in the kitchen with her but always ignored it. That was the only experience we ever had in that house but we eventually moved again to a farm that had been in our family for 100 years.
My great uncle had lived in the house previously and when he died it was decided that we would move in. I have to say I have always been more of a home body and loved hiking in the woods so I was really looking forward to life in the country. The house was built in the 1800's, an old 2 story farm house that my family had bought from the first owner. After purchasing it the family built a larger barn that is still in use along with a summer kitchen and then a one room school house, that was later converted into a second home and then sold.
Now I must explain that just like every other family we had our share of skeletons in the closet, one of which is my family has roots in the klan, something I wish I could erase. When we were cleaning the attic out we found an old hood and I wanted to burn it on the spot my my uncle wanted to keep it for family history but ANYWAY lol, not long after that my mother saw something strange. We had a golf cart that my uncle had used to get around the farm since he had leg troubles, my sister and I would joy ride around the pastures behind the house in it. Mom was sitting on the back porch watching us and then suddenly called us in and asked us who was in the field with us. Confused we said no one and she told us that she had seen a all white figure run across the field between us and her and wondered if it had been a hunter or something. I told her that I had kept an eye on the house and that I hadn't seen anyone.
Now I am a night owl, I like to write and think I do best when the house is quiet so I often go down to the kitchen for a glass of tea in the middle of the night and started seeing what I thought to be a woman. I would always catch it out of the corner of my eye as I walked into the kitchen. She was always in the same spot in a floor length skirt and I want to say a blue blouse, the moment I would notice her and look up she would be gone. My mom began to joke that it was auntie, my great great aunt, that lived here before my great uncle.
I was really used to all this until the other day when I was outside working with the animals. We raise goats and around 4pm everyday I got out and give them corn and hay. We have them seperated at the moment so I have to walk through the lot where we have cattle during the summer and as I was walking back through it I saw a man just beyond the water troff. He was in a green plaid shirt and jeans, kind of generic farm wear lol but I only really caught him for a second and he was gone. All of this has really made me thrist for paranormal knowledge, I love Ghost Hunters and have really gotten into Paranormal State. I also believe that I might be able to sense them but thats a story for another day lol.
Edited by onyx_angel, 09 January 2008 - 01:16 PM.