In honor of Halloween, and the fact that I wrote all this up for another board anyways, I thought I post some of my personal ghost stories. My family has several ghost stories that have been told for at least my mother's generation. Let me see what ones I can remember.

1.
When my mother's great grandmother died, she was well into her 90's. She was a very spry and healthy old lady who even had all her own teeth. She was such an advanced age that my mother remembers her quite well. She even took care of several women she referred to as old ladies who were in fact younger than her. Her cause of death was that she had spent several hours in the snow chopping wood for her fireplace so the other ladies wouldn't get cold. She caught a chill and her health went down hill very fast. A very clean and particular housekeeper, she was upset during her short illness that her house wasn't clean to her standards. In fact, several people said she was rather obsessed with it because of the number of people coming to see her and her house in what she felt was a mess.

Well, when she passed away, the viewing and funeral was held there in her house too, as this was still the time when you were allowed to do that. Afterwards, you can imagine, the kitchen and dining room were an enormous mess because of the amount of food involved in a large funeral and family get together afterwards. Now, this story is told the same way by several relatives, all who witnessed it when they went back the next morning to clean up, since they'd all decided they were too tired and worn out to clean the night of the funeral, as the gathering had lasted well into the night. But, as you can probably guess, the kitchen was spotless when they showed up. The house had been locked, since they didn't want anyone coming in to walk away with anything because people of course knew it was empty that night, nothing was unlocked when they got there and things had been put away in the exact way the old lady had always done so.

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When my mother's uncle Bill died, he owned an old red hound hunting dog. This is no Lassie story, the dog wasn't known to have any more devotion to Bill than any other dog but when they phoned the house to tell his wife Bill was gone, as he went suddenly at a young age of a burst heart, the dog ran out of the house and disappeared. Bill's younger brother is a dog lover so he recalls hunting for the dog to take him home with him, as Bill's wife didn't want him, but they couldn't find the dog. He only reappeared the day of the funeral when he sat in the middle of the road and forced the hearse to stop then again when he appeared at the funeral and ran under the legs of the pallbearers carrying the casket. He was chased then by people trying to either catch him or chase him off for his freaky behavior, but this time when the dog disappeared, he never reappeared.

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This one is sorta two parted but it's one of those time of death tales. When my dad's grandmother died, her son's were all gathered in her house and they heard an enormous crash. Being logging men, they all agreed they just heard a tree fall and ran outside to make sure no one was hurt and to find out what had caused such a thing. But they never did find any tree or anything to account for the sound. One of the men even noticed his pocket watch wasn't working and thought he'd broken it at some point while they were trying to find what crashed. They didn't discover till later that their mother had passed away roughly at the time the crash was heard and the watch stopped. The watch still exists somewhere in the family of the relative who owned it at that time.

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A distant relative of mine, I don't need to go into the twist and turns of it, told this one personally to me. We were discussing ghost stories one day and since I was a strange kid who preferred talking to the elderly instead of my own peers, as far as I know and since I take his word on it, I was the first person he'd told it to since the time it happened to him. I admit I'm maybe confusing this story with other's I've read, since I was very young when it was told to me... Carl was a young man visiting some friends when they noticed a horse running up the road. It was a big white animal and they spent a few moments discussing who owned the horse and how mad they'd be when they found out it was loose. Well, they couldn't think of who the animal could belong to so they discussed catching it, whether it would be worth the trouble or not.

Carl's friends wife came out of the house then calling for their kids to come to supper and they turned to talk to her a few minutes when they all noticed the loose horse was running up their drive way. They gave chase, following it around the house, where it jumped a fence, and into the backyard where it seemed to disappear. But that's about the time someone else on the property discovered that their youngest boy was dead. Now, I can't recall exactly how the boy died, I want to say he'd someone how pulled the chicken coop on top of himself by climbing on it, but that's where I can't remember if that was from this story or the one I read. It's always stuck in my mind though because I have heard from several people that seeing a white horse running before the death of a child is not uncommon.

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These stories are several personal experiences. When I was about 16, my brother's best friend was murdered. He had a seizure at a party and some people he'd fought with earlier in the night roughed him up before or after that happened, then at some point, either accidentally or intentionally he died. A lot is unknown but it is known that to cover things up, his body was placed on the train tracks where it was run over by the train. There was a lot of mystery to his death and a lot of botched police work, as to be honest, at that exact same time the detective supposedly working his case was being filmed for another case on Unsolved Mysteries. To say the least, he was distracted and did a poor job and when he ultimately decided to rule it a suicide despite glaring evidence other wise many of Robby's friends got together and were doing some detective work of their own. This is what I think caused all the activity at our house during this time, as it was ultimately discovered the people who did the things to him were of a dangerous drug dealer sort.

Anyways, one of the first occurrences was the day of his funeral when we had a missing and reappearing hair brush all day. As with a lot of young girls and the friends of her brother, I had a sorta spat and argue friendship with Robby and I had a particular hair brush I didn't want anyone using. And since everyone was getting ready for the funeral, we were in constant search of the hair brush. It would be in the bathroom, you'd turn around and then back again and pop! gone. You'd know for absolute sure you'd just put it down, no one took it, you turned your back then gone. Everyone would do a search for it, not find it then it would reappear in an obvious place, like the middle of my bed or the kitchen table. Then later on in the day, as everyone was leaving, I walked around the corner of the house and in the middle of no where with nothing above or around me, something smacked flat on the top of my head. Now, this was a common thing Robby did to me when he walked past me any time I was sitting. Not a hard or hurtful slap, just a pop on the head as a general hello. The thing is, people in the house were watching me walk around the house through the window and saw me react to the slap but nothing had hit me. So I didn't imagine that.

Second thing. Robby was a diabetic so, not to be gross, but he had really strong smelling urine. And the habit of not flushing when he first began coming to our house. So there was a constant shouting thing to him to remind him to flush anytime he went to the bathroom. After his funeral, for a long time, at least once a week the toilet would flush by it's self. And always when it was just me and my mom. My dad, who wasn't a plumbing illiterate, even checked the toilet over once for us since we insisted it was doing it. It only flushed once or twice when someone else was present.

The toilet didn't stop flushing on it's own till we stopped actively pursuing information on his death, since his mother asked us to stop. She had, on her own, consulted a psychic who told her that's what he was attempting to do, get my brother to get out of the investigations, which it really freaked us out when his mother came over to tell us about that. We hadn't told her a thing about the stuff we felt Robby was doing at our house after he died, because I mean, we didn't want her to get any more upset that her son's spirit was possibly hanging around someone else's house and not her's. But she said herself that he was happier hanging out at our house, especially on holidays because of his family situation. Still, the toilet stopped flushing then, and with nothing being replaced or repaired on it, so I'm inclined to think he was doing it.

Also, we had a picture of Robby placed on top of our stereo and no matter where you put it or braced it, every time you left the room and returned, the picture would be found laying down. The thing with that is, we had a small house in which sound carried but you'd never hear the frame fall over. This continued until my mother had a necklace break and she hung the necklace with it's pendant of an angel on the picture frame. It never fell over again.

I'm trying to remember all the occurrences that happened that we felt were tied to Robby. We'd never had any sorta activity before his death, so it was all stuff that stood out but I have to say it was rather less shocking or even scary to be able to know who was doing it. Oh, we found his initials very wobbly like written in the dust on our TV screen. That was interesting, as my brother, who is very into the paranormal, even hunted through his stuff to find something Robby had written so we could see if it matched the writing. It didn't, but then it was written in dust on a TV, so it's not the greatest thing for hand writing analysis.

When we were kids, my mom took us all to Boardwalk and Baseball. A year to the day after Robby died, we found a receipt for our trip just laying in the middle of the living room floor. My mom keeps a clean house and I know that receipt wasn't just laying around for 7 years unnoticed. Also, we had the phone rings often attributed to a haunting. We even bought caller ID to see who was calling it happened so much but the ID would either fail to show a number or so number not listed.

But, as I mentioned before, all this activity stopped when my brother stopped trying to find out more about Robby's death.

Weird... I don't know what else to say.

Weird, for from my experiences most spirits are after justice being done.... Even odder that the picture incident stopped with the pendant of an angel being placed over the picture frame.

Ah, well to be blunt, and I am dead serious, for a while I was an amateur paranormal investigator. I attempted to find out things using EVP and the classic 'polaroid' technique. And went to a couple of places and even did a fair deal of study... (More into that than my actual classes at times :P)

To any that would mock me for doing such, I have always been one curious of the there-after. I myself have had very few paranormal incidents but there are many family stories. But there is one that stays with me to this day...

My Incident- I was about four years old if memory serves me right and my parents had headed off to the store. Next to our living room is a porch that was converted into a room, but we still had the window to look outside.

Our house is one of the oldest in the town. Made in the mid-19th century, we even still have that fancy tin roofing stuff common in the richer houses of the day. But I digress to the tale instead of the details.

I was sitting there in the living room watching some kind of show (can't remember that), but then I saw in the window this being of pure shadow. I can honestly think of no other way to descirbe it. About 5'10" and was just darkness. Walking across the room.

Needless to say, it scared the living Hell out of me.

My sister has had more incidents, claiming to have heard the sounds of a man and woman arguing downstairs when at home alone sometimes. And my father was at one time standing in the kitchen, getting a late night snack, when he heard the voice of a little girl say 'Daddy?' (this was before my sister could walk or talk by the by)

The Reaper Comes - My Uncle was over with my parents, paying a visit and play some cards with my mom and dad. When they heard exactly 13 knocks on the door. No one was there, but the knocks kept coming until they tolled that number. Also, my Uncle's watch froze at midnight.

The next day he was in a fatal car crash.

Decew's House Ghost - My grandparents live in the home of the founder of their town, Captain Decew. (They live in a village called Decewsville) And when my Dad was a kid, he and his siblings would always tell them about the scary things they heard at night. Well, about 8 years ago, my grandparents found out they weren't lying.

My grandma would be awakened some nights by the sounds of heavy boots coming up the stairs, and then would be lightly jostled. This normally happen 10 minutes before 6. And my grandfather, one night, saw a hand of spectral hands reach down from the ceiling, as if trying to reach for something.

The investigations I launched (I did a video recording of the staircase, an EVP recording of the bed-room where the most activity has occoured, and a Polaroid sweep while doing the EVP recording) were inconclusive but I have terrible luck :P

Irtar, if you can't tell, I also believe in the paranormal :-p

And you thought those were all :)

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My uncle Warren and his friend Jimmy went to Ohio on vacation with my grandfather when they were teenagers. This happened to them when they went to visit with the same Carl in the white horse story. Being bored with sitting around with the old guys just talking, Warren and Jimmy hopped into my grandfather's truck and went for a drive in the woods. They were about 15 or 16 I think so weren't driving on the roads yet. Anyways, they drove for a long while till they couldn't get the truck through the brush any more, this being pretty much mountain country in the backwoods of Carl's property. So they got out and walked then, just wandering around. Well, they'd walked a good ways when they saw this really old run down cabin in the woods. Both of them talked about it and discussed walking up there, but being teenage boys they really weren't interested. But then they heard this little girl singing.

Now, my uncle always refused to talk about this ever since it happened and I know of only two occasions in which he did. Jimmy, of course, was the opposite, so I've heard the events in order many times.

Hearing the little girl singing, they got worried about why a child would be in such a run down place. So they walked over and looked in the window. Now, both guys have admitted the place was covered in dust and none of it disturbed or tracks in it or nothing. Cobwebs and the like everywhere, so they were whispering and talking to themselves wondering where the little girl was in all that muck. Now, I should point out, that Jimmy is of the excitable type. Some where at this point the singing stopped and two tiny feet in white little girl shoes, Mary Jane's I'm assuming from descript, and at this point both of them say that the hair stood up on their arms and such. Neither can tell you why these little feet scared the crap out of them but they did. At this point, the little feet start coming down the stairs.

Two steps down and Jimmy was gone. He hauled butt and left my uncle there. Warren finally told later that he held out till you could see the little girls knees and the bottom of her dress. In his description everything about her was white white white. White shoes, socks, skin, skirt. As said, when she came far enough down the stairs that you could see her knees, my uncle gave in and took off running. He caught up with Jimmy a good distance away where he had to stop for breath. They stood there a few moments talking about it and wondering why it scared them, when, I can't remember what was said, but I think my uncle made a boast about not being that scared when a large limb hit the ground directly behind them and just inches from hitting them all together.

This was the nail in the coffin. They took off running again and didn't stop till they got to the truck. I should point out that they did go back as far as the limb and it wasn't a dead limb, but green wood and looked like it was just snapped off the tree and of considerable size. Both guys were medium sized guys and they couldn't put both hands around that limb.

Funny side note to the story. When they reached the truck, both boys jumped in a different door, but when Jimmy went in his side, the long saw grass around the truck went in with him and he sat on it. So when Warren floored the engine, that grass whipped out from under Jimmy and he knew it had him! He climbed into the air and wrapped himself around Warren like a snake screaming it got him. And that's how they came out of the woods, the truck going so fast it was hitting General Lee like jumps and Jimmy wrapped around Warren so tight that he was fighting him off just to be able to steer. Needless to say they were rather excited when they stopped the truck. My grandfather and Carl had built a bonfire to sit around while the boys were gone so when Jimmy sprang from the truck, his feet hit the ground once, and he had to leap over the fire to get to my grandfather, whom he then proceeded to sit on top of until he calmed down.

Anyways, all attempts to get either of them to go back and show you were the cabin is fails. But Carl said he thought he knew where they were talking about and said the man who owned that property was very odd. I think he did pass the story on to someone else because they felt maybe, just maybe, there was a real little girl up there and they wanted it checked out. Someone did head up that way to see and said the place hadn't had any one in it in years. They found some toys but no little girl.

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After my great grandmother died, there was several things that happened that convinced my mother that her ghost went home with her aunt. Ernestine, the aunt, went into the hospital to sit with her mother's body after she died and, in a trance like state as described by her husband, got up and went to the truck. He didn't think anything about that, because of the shock of her mother dying, but he said when she got in the truck, she scooted over next to him real close and sat there for a very long time with her door still open. Then, she leaned over and around, like someone was sitting next to her other side and shut the door. She sat right next to him for the whole ride home. From then on, weird things happened in her house. Cabinet doors were opened and left open, things like that. Well my mother was going through some old papers of her grandmothers and found some strange medical records that, needless to say, shed some suspicious light onto the death of her grandfather. Spending the night with her aunt, my mom spoke about them to Ernestine and mentioned that if even half the things that her grandmother did were true it would make a great book and she thought about writing it. Well, from the moment she said that, my mother said it felt like a huge weight just sat down on her chest, stomach and face, like someone had laid out completely on top of her. The pressure didn't let up and my mom got so bad, they took her to the hospital where they said they couldn't find a single thing wrong with her. But my mom says as soon as they took her out the door of the house, she felt better. She didn't think of the connection between Ernestine's insistence her mother came home with her and what she'd said about the book.

Also, after her death, in the trailer she used to live in, people were known to walk in and find all the doors of the cabinets open as well.

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Most recent one. My cat, Clarence, who was in excess of 15 years old, had to be put to sleep. Ever since then, my mother says you can see him on our porch. In fact, it's such a common thing and freaks her out so bad, she stopped using the door that takes you out onto that porch. It's one of those, for a second, until you blink and out of the corner of your eye thing that it's startling. I mean, he was a fat lazy cat so it's not a scary thing, like he's out to get you or anything, but it is startling because your like hello Clarence then wait, your dead.

We had a cat called Tiger that whenever he'd eaten his dinner would jump up ontop of the tele and lay there for a good couple of hours. He was a fairly fat cat and whenever he jumped up the T.v. casing would creak really loudly.

Last year he had to put down and ever since then about ten minuutes after we feed the cats the T.V. creaks really loudly, and occasionally the picture we have of my family above falls off the wall as if something has brushed against it.

My mum swears blind that it's her cats ghost.

Okay, here's one for you.

My mum's father died when she was young, victim of a work accident, so I've never met him. However, shortly after I learned to speak, I apparently told my mum I had an invisible friend called John. Now, John was my grandfather's name, and when my mum asked about him I'd describe to her a man with ruffled black hair, suspenders, an old cigar, and a strange throaty laugh. This apparently fitted the description of my grandad, and more then once I'd told my mum to not sit somewhere because "That's where John's sitting". My aunt, who's frankly batty but believes in wicca and various spiritualities, apparently said she got a strange feeling, like John was still alive, when I was around - before she was told that I had an invisible friend called John.

Then, one day, I just said that John didn't need to check up on me any more, and that was that. My aunt stopped getting the weird feeling, and to this day I can't remember any of it - me being too young at the time anyways. My mum, dad, and various other family members agree strongly on this tale, which is just all the more worrisome.

Now, I'm generally a very, very, rational person. It's entirely possible my aunt just wanted to put the scare into my mum and told me to do the John bit so that she could pretend to be detecting ghosts. Or maybe I saw a picture of my granddad and made him my invisible friend, since I got along so well with my grandmum. Maybe my grandmum told me about it? She's fairly religious, so she might have said something to the effect of 'Grandad's watching you from heaven' or something and I took it to mean he's just hangin around. Despite this, the whole thing still seems a little weird.

Creepy.

I just remembered another one I've got.

When my grandmother was alive she hated smokers with a passion. When I started smoking I knew that if I told her I'd get the biggest pounding of my life so I kept it a secret.

Three years after I started smoking she died while I was away. Unfortunatley I couldn't get back until a week after the funeral had taken place. As soon as I returned to England I went to pay my respects and say my goodbyes.

It was a really warm day and there hadn't been any wind at all. As I turned to walk away I lit up a fag. As soon as I took my first drag of it a very sharp and short wind caused me to swallow the fag and then knocked over a flower pot ontop of my grans grave, and I couldn't help but think of my grandma and her seeing me smoking.

I'm probably making something out of nothing but I still believe that my Gran caused that wind.

I spoke with my mother today and we brainstormed to remember further family stories. The biggest of which I can't believe I forgot! It goes like this:

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About 8 years after my brother's friend Robby was killed, things were really quiet concerning anything to do with him. After all his friends stopped trying to question people about his death, anything that really considered a haunting by him had stopped. One night, my grandfather was taking a nap in his chair when the door opened and Robby stepped in. Now, my grandpa is one of these guys who turns all his lights off after dark except for the TV, so that was the only lighting in the room. Being a person who doesn't wake up quickly, my grandpa says he was real groggy and his brain registered he was looking at Robby but he wasn't awake enough yet to remind himself Robby was dead. So this image of Robby asks my grandpa, "Where's Rob?". Which, by the way, is my brother since they were both named Robert. So my grandpa says, "He's outside." Robby says 'Ok.' And then steps back out the door, shutting it behind him.

Now, the interesting part of this is by grandpa wasn't the only person involved. My brother WAS outside, standing with a group of friends talking. Since he lived in a trailer, my grandpa has this long ramp that runs the entire length of the the building and my brother's group was standing just to the side of the end of that, around the front of the trailer. Since they couldn't see the door where they were, the whole group only heard the door open, then close really loud. They even groaned and made comments because they thought my grandpa had gotten up to come be nosy and see what they were doing. Well, my grandpa at this time had gotten up and came to the door, which took him awhile as he's partially paralyzed and walks heavily with a cane. The group outside, expecting to hear him walking loudly on the ramp had come around to see where he was since he hadn't appeared. So basically my grandpa was opening his door to look out at the same time the boys outside were looking up the ramp to see where he was. They asked him why he opened the door earlier and my grandpa said, 'No reason.' Then shut the door.

He didn't tell them anything about it till later when someone mentioned that the very night it happened was the anniversary of when Robby died and that one of the men most associated with his death had went into the jail recently.

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Second Robby occurrence I can't believe I didn't remember. This one happened just randomly a few years after the one of my grandpa's. And I'm assuming it's associated with Robby because he is the only haunting we ever had at our house till my father and uncle passed away recently. Anyways, I was sitting outside in our swing and my mother was inside watching TV, when suddenly we both heard the loud bang of our heavy back door being shut. Now neither of us really moved all that quickly, since we both assumed the other person had done the sound. Me, I was wondering what my mother was doing and didn't get up until I began to worry maybe she tripped and fell into the door, since I could obviously see it hadn't opened from where I was at. Now my mother, she couldn't see the door and was wondering why I had opened it and not come further into the house. Side note, from where I was outside, every dog in the yard, five at the time, was staring at that door so I knew I hadn't been mistaken thinking the sound came from there. Anyways, at about the same time I got up to go make sure my mom hadn't fallen, as unlikely as I felt it was, my mother was jerking open the front door to ask me why I'd just opened the other door then not come inside. When we both realized it was neither of us, we went to the backroom to make sure nothing had fallen but the room was clear. Considering the dogs reacted to the sound and not just us, we always felt it was Robby making sure we didn't forget he was still around.

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As previously mentioned in story 1, my mother's grandmother Myrtle died rather surprisingly after getting chilled in the snow. Her son, Bob, had never been kind to her in her life and was always trying to force her to give him money. He even once had her in the floor choking her to try and make her consent to giving him cash. Well, during her short illness she was known to have told him, when he came to her death bed in order to again try to get money, that she would make sure he would never rest for all the wrong he did her. She was from an era that very much believed in cursing someone and for all the pain he put her through, I guess Myrtle felt he deserved it. Now, that in it's own is just a tale, but either because he believed it or because she was really haunting him, Bob did have some things happen to him. He tried to move into his mother's house after her death in order to claim it before his siblings and get what money he could out of his mother's posessions but he only lived there for a week. When asked why he was leaving rather quickly like he was, he said he had to get out of that house because his mom wouldn't let him sleep. She kept running her hands over his face all night long or any time he tried to sleep and was in her house.

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The first of these stories I had never heard before. I guess my mother just never thought to tell me about it, or simply just forgot but when her younger brother, Warren, passed away after a long illness there was an instance of what most people call a death omen. The night of Warren's death, every one had gathered either at my mother's home or Warren's, which are right next to one another. My mother, at her house, was sitting with friends and suddenly heard a loud boom and the sound of something sliding down the length of the roof. Since my mother has a tin roof on her house, you can imagine this was a very loud sound. Only a few seconds after this sound ended, the door opened and my mother's other brother came to tell her Warren was gone. Even though the group who brought her the news had to be right outside at that moment, none of them heard a thing, just the people inside.

Second story is when my great grandfather, Art, passed away. Everyone was in the house and heard, to their ear, what sounded like snow sliding off the roof and hitting the ground outside. The problem was it was in the middle of spring. A short time later the doctor came from the bedroom to tell them Art had passed.

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After my father passed away in 2000, there was several times unusual things that happened that we felt we're him. The first one was my brother saw my father in the rear view mirror of his truck. My dad was a diabetic and to get his exercise, he'd plotted a track around the field behind our house. Then he figured out how many times around the track equaled such and such number of miles and he walked this every day. It was not unusual to see him out there at any time walking about this track and this was where my brother caught a glimpse of him. He was pulling out, looked up to check the mirror and was so startled he hit the brakes but when he turned his head to look with his own eyes, there was nothing there.

Another instance was when my mother, having decided to do some home repair from which she is banned because of general clumbsy bad luck, had gotten out the sledge hammer. She headed out to knock down parts of a little building that was a chicken coop but before he passed away my dad had told my mother to leave this alone because she'd never get it done herself without hurting herself in some way or another. But she started on it anyways, but says at a point where the head of the sledge hammer bounced back and almost hit her, she so strongly smelled my dad's shaving lotion she felt that if she turned around he'd certainly be standing there.

Also on many occasions, my mother has experienced seeing my dad out of the corner of her eye standing in the kitchen, and even once saw him fully leaning against the edge of the sink. Another time, my mother had lost her keys and even though every one searched the house, yard and all over for them, no one could find them. Not until my mom, in frustration, sat down and said Please help me find my keys! did she stand up and walk straight outside to pick them up off the bumper of her truck. She says she felt my dad was showing her where they were.

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I mentioned my mother's uncle Bill before, his dog was the one who held up the funeral prosession, but there was a couple other things about him I hadn't known. One was the night before he died, there was a whipperwill that was heard by most, if not all the family, to holler all night long. This wouldn't be so weird if it wasn't for the fact that they all didn't live in the same areas. The next day, they learned Bill had died the night before.

Also, Bill's daughter Alicia, who was very young when he died, tells a story of something that happened when she was older. She was at her mother's house, just home from school and she was in the bathroom. Being one of those people who leaves the bathroom door open, Alicia was doing her thing when, as she describes, her father walked past the bathroom door. His image was very clear and it was obviously him, as Alicia describes it. The weird thing I find is that the family was no longer living in the home they did when Bill died, so this seems more of a vistation than a haunting to me.

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I didn't mention this one till now, because I thought it was probably a haunting other people had heard before. In Ohio, in a little place called Denver near Chillicothe, there's a cemetary well known for a red ball of light that floats through it, which is believed to herald a death of someone the viewer knows any time you see this ball. I don't know the legend behind where this ball is supposed to be coming from but until my mother told me this I hadn't heard of a personal family connections. Carl, the relative I mentioned before, lives just up the road from this cemetary and has seen the red ball numerous times, as his house looks right down on it. In fact, his family used to own the land the cemetary is on. Anyways, there was a night Carl said he saw the ball hovering all night in what seemed one spot, which he didn't really think anything of since he'd seen it so many times before. The thing is though, the next day Carl learned that his son, Junior, had died in a motorcycle accident and it came to be that the place where his grave was laid was the exact area the ball had hovered at all that night.

My mother has also seen this light once, being at Carl's after dark, but she says the person who passed away was a friend of the familes she wasn't really familiar with and only vaguely knew, being a kid at the time. So it's not always someone close to the viewer.

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When my grandpa first moved to Florida, he bought a property on five acres of land and a house right in the middle. They didn't find out till later that the reason it was such a good price for it was the family was trying to get away from there because the husband, wheel chair bound after Vietnam, had shot himself in the hallway while his kids were outside playing. This wasn't really a problem to them, as nothing seemed to come from it, but over the years there's been weird stories of things happening in the house, only it doesn't happen all that often. I personally have been in the house and known I was the only one there but hear repeatedly someone walking up and down that hallway. My mother and several others also witnessed this.

My uncles, Warren and Robert Allen, were known to tell of having their covers tugged at night and a particular hunting knife would disappear and reappear in weird places. Also, both of them claim that as boys, they were repeatedly frightened by the site of the torso of a man leaning out the attic opening that was in the cieling of their closet. It would creep out, hang there a few seconds then crawl back inside. Their mother also claimed to see people, most rememberally a time when she scared my mother and brother quite bad.

They were all sitting in the living room having a chat, when all of a sudden Lenore sorta sat up straight, pointed and said, 'There he is! There's that bastard devil peeking out of the closet!' and pointed to where there was a small closet next to the fireplace. My mother said instead of finding it funny and just looking, all the hair on her body stood up and she said she just knew if she looked there would be something over there hanging out of that closet. My brother said he had the same reaction but he did look, finding nothing. But they both said nothing and instead got up and walked out the door farthest from the fireplace.