The home where I grew up in had more than one ghost in it, one lived in the basement, and there was at
least one in the upstairs. The one that lived upstairs, didn't like for me to come up to the upstairs during
the day, if I did I would hurry so much that I believe that one of them would give me a little push down
the 13 stairs as I descended down, which in turn I would fall all the way down and hit the door at the
bottom of the stairs, this happened quite often, I was the only one that the upstairs ghosts picked on, but
now that I think about it I was always the one (Only one) that was told to go upstairs during the day
and evening before bedtime, I can't think of another person that would travel those stairs after dark
before bedtime. The upstairs ghost, One night my sister Jane woke me up in the early morning hours,
and whispered to me that there was a man standing across the room by the closet looking right at us, he
had a hat and a suit jacket on, he stared at us all night long and we stared back at him, so scared we
were afraid to breathe, when daylight came, everything became clear that our Dad's suit jacket and hat
was hanging on the closet door. Of course that didn't clear up the fact that maybe there wasn't a ghost
wandering around in our bedrooms, it was just to real.
The basement ghost...now this was a different story, I believe my Mom knew about him but just
wouldn't say anything about it cause she didn't want to scare my sister and I to the point where we
wouldn't want to go down there. My sister Jane, was sent to the basement one day and came screaming
back up the stairs, said she seen a confederate soldier crouched down in the back of the basement, I
never actually seen him, but could feel a presence hovering over me as I walked to the front of the
basement room to get to the light string, ( we didn't have a flashlight) it was so scary even to this day.
My brother moved to this house after my Mom and Dad moved from there, one day his grown kids
were there and I mentioned about the basement and one of his daughters, said see Mom I told you that
basement is haunted!!
ANOTHER HOUSE ANOTHER GHOST
wouldn't say anything about it cause she didn't want to scare my sister and I to the point where we
wouldn't want to go down there. My sister Jane, was sent to the basement one day and came screaming
back up the stairs, said she seen a confederate soldier crouched down in the back of the basement, I
never actually seen him, but could feel a presence hovering over me as I walked to the front of the
basement room to get to the light string, ( we didn't have a flashlight) it was so scary even to this day.
My brother moved to this house after my Mom and Dad moved from there, one day his grown kids
were there and I mentioned about the basement and one of his daughters, said see Mom I told you that
basement is haunted!!
ANOTHER HOUSE ANOTHER GHOST
The house I lived in a few years later after I had gotten married, my Mom and Dad had lived there until
my Father's death. I moved there a year or so later, My Dad actually had died in the house,
everything was pretty cool for a while there until my husband and I was getting a divorce and he had
moved out, I was lying in bed one night just thinking about what was going to happen to me and my 3
little kids , I felt like someone was in the room with me and I opened my eyes and my Dad was
standing at the foot of my bed looking at me with such sad eyes, It scared me really bad, I closed my
eyes really tight and I was afraid to move for the longest time. When I finally opened them again he
was gone. Later on in years I ask a card reader to ask my Dad why he never did come back to see me
again, and she said that he said that he didn't want to scare me again like he did before. I don't
remember seeing anymore spirits in that house.
my Father's death. I moved there a year or so later, My Dad actually had died in the house,
everything was pretty cool for a while there until my husband and I was getting a divorce and he had
moved out, I was lying in bed one night just thinking about what was going to happen to me and my 3
little kids , I felt like someone was in the room with me and I opened my eyes and my Dad was
standing at the foot of my bed looking at me with such sad eyes, It scared me really bad, I closed my
eyes really tight and I was afraid to move for the longest time. When I finally opened them again he
was gone. Later on in years I ask a card reader to ask my Dad why he never did come back to see me
again, and she said that he said that he didn't want to scare me again like he did before. I don't
remember seeing anymore spirits in that house.
