This is one of the weirdest and strangest moments of my life ever that I
am about the share with you. Please do not think that I am insane or
making it up. I really am not either one of the two, actually, I am a
very level headed individual who had a strange experience which of I
have never spoken before. Here it is:
I have been with my husband for ten years now. I met him in July, 1989,
and I had never met his father, as he passed away in December, 1989. I
have however seen many photo's of this man and would know him if I met
him on the street.
A few years after my husband and I had met I started College to expand
my career. I had three children already and wasn't prepared to have
anymore at the time, I did, however become pregnant in 1993. This was
four years after the death of my husbands father. This is where it
get's a little crazy for me:
We had decided through a lot of tears and torment to terminate the
pregnancy and went ahead with it. (It was the worse decision of my
life) anyhow, about two days after I got home from the hospital I woke
up from a very hard slap across the face, chest and felt my breasts
being fondled. I thought it was my husband but he was sound asleep and
rolled over on his side of the bed, it could not of been him. I know it
wasn't, because I saw a figure hovering over top of me when I woke up
which looked exactly like his father had in the photo's I'd seen before.
He then slowly almost floated to the doorway of our bedroom and left. I
was so freaked out that I woke my husband up immediately, he thought I'd
dreamed it, but I know I didn't, I was wide awake. I sat up in bed
frozen stiff, I will never forget how scared I was. I could not sleep
for weeks, the nightmare's still bother me to this day.
I believe that my baby that I'd given up intentionaly is with his
grandfather in heaven being looked after. Apparantly this man hated
death and loved children immensley. This man was in world war 2 and did
not believe in murder or harming anything or anyone and I think what I
did was disgusting as did he thinks too.
While this is just one of my experiences in this house, I have to add
that my daughter was six at this time and complained a lot about having
a bath there. She would freak out and start crying often that the
shower curtain would fly up and all over the place.
We had many of these strange things happen to us in the past years since
my hospital stay. Somedays I will be having a little nap after work and
I wake up to whispering and soft noises. I swear that I hear them. Am
I nuts? This has followed us no matter where we live, I think we just
have a guardian angel in a sense perhaps. Nothing has ever harmed us at
least. If anything as bizarre as the first incident ever happens again
though I will be sure to share the experience with you.
This story was handed down to me from my grandmother and she would get highly
upset when my brother and I would fight and get angry with each other and
utter those words that weren't allowed in my house. "When I die I'm going to
come back and haunt you."
It all started back when my grandmother was a little girl of 3yrs old.(Yes
she still remembered it up until the day she passed on.) My grandmother was
born half Cherokee Indian and my great grandmother was a full blooded Indian
married to a "whiteman". Back in those days it was unheard of for this to
happen and so they all faced ridicule in the community.
My great grandparents did own a general store and did a good business. The
problem arose in a mild competition between my grandmother and her next door
neighbor. They would always try to top each other as far dressing up and
showing off their daughters. This was something the next door neighbor could
not stand. Even though next door had more of the wealth, my grandma was
always dressed to the nine.
One day the next door neighbor took ill from pneumonia and my
great-grandmother went over to make amends with her because she was at
As usual the two got into an argument and the last thing that the next door
neighbor said was "When I'm dead I'm going to haunt you."
Well, the lady did die and a few days later (after the funeral my grandmother
could always recall it as if it were yesterday) the family was awoken by a
huge ruckus downstairs. She would tell us how her mother came running into
her room and picked her up bring her to the staircase and shouting into
creaking steps, "This is an angel of God and if you should harm one hair on
her head may you forever be damned to hell!" She then would tell of how as
my great-grandmother finished that sentence the creaking on the steps stopped
proceeded to head down the other way with more ruckus down stairs in the
store and then the front door blew open.
The next day they went down to the store (there was no way they were going
down there that night) and found 50Lb. flour kegs thrown across the room,
shelves pulled down 100Lb. kegs of nails thrown about like they were cotton
Till the day she passed on she would always remember that night and would
always argue with my brother and I when we would bring up that saying. She
would never let us sleep until we swore by God that we took it back and that
we didn't mean it.
My cat, Daisy, had to be put to sleep after she developed feline leukemia.
Not long after her death, she came back for a few short visits. I was lying
in bed one morning, awake, but not ready to get up. I felt her familiar step
at the foot of the bed. She crept up the bed and finally settled on my
knees. Then the feeling was gone. My father told me that he had similar
experiences with kitty paws walking on him. My mother, father and I all saw
her sitting in the hall. We would almost trip over a cat that wasn't
physicially there. I am glad she came back to let us know she was all right.
Ghost in my Home
By: email@example.com O-board story
I had bought a Ouija Board when I was in grade six or something (approx. 7
years ago). Me and my friend played it constantly. We were completely
addicted to it. It was like an obsession. It was fun. We got a kick out of
being able to talk to ghosts. Never again will I touch it. And I have no
nerve to throw it away either because I am afraid that if I do, horrible
things will happen. I will tell you why.
Me and my friend would play it for hours on end. We talked to so many
"spirits" and were amazed by the fact that this board was actually working.
On one incounter, I was in my bedroom playing it with her and we asked it
to do something to show it was there. Stupidest thing I ever did. I asked it
to make my CD that was playing to skip. Now this was a brank spankin new CD.
No scratches. It started to uncontrollably skip. I was so scared and so was
my friend. The cursor (I don't know what its called) started moving rapidly
on the board. It calmed down eventually. We put the board away and even
after that, kept on playing it. Every weekend, sometimes during the week.
Lights in my house would go on and turn off by themselves. It didn't really
bother me too much because the lights were self touch lamps. All you had to
do to turn it on was touch it. So I fugured they were just getting old. I
had stopped playing the board for quite a while because it was just scaring
me. I had pretty much forgotten about I guess you could say and then saw it
in the hall closet. I left it there, and then one day it was under my bed. I
didn't put it under my bed, so I am still wondering how it got there. I try
not to let these things scare me though because ghosts or spirits like
people they can scare. Thats the way I see it anyway. So don't let myself
seem scared when weird things happen. Like if I feel a presense in the room,
I try not to look around. Or if I sense something out of place, I will make
it seem like I didn't even notice. Nothing weird had happen for a while.
Then we moved. Family friends moved into our old house. They told me that
some weird things had happen when they first moved in. They were eating and
listening to music and the stereo went off by itself. That is impossible
because for it to go off you have to flick a switch. Then another day they
were eating dinner and the stereo went on by itself when they were watching
TV. They told me about it, not knowing I had played the board in there. I
told them about it though. I said that they probably have a ghost. Ever
since I said that, nothing has happened. Now weird things happen at my new
house. Did it follow me home?
One day I was on the phone and when I was done the phone would not hang up.
We only have 2 phones. So I unpluggedt he phone frome wall and plugged it
back in and it still wouldn't work. There was no noise. Just silence. It
worked again 10 minutes later.I was scared, but didn't show it. Then about
two days later the phone rang and it was my friend. Then about 1 minute
later my phone call display said "extention in use" whic means someone was
on the other phone. Well my mom was the only other person home and i asked
to to get off the phone, but it turned out she was standing right behind me.
She wasn't o the phone. I just remembered that my phone was in my room.
(Cordless phone). I went up to my room to turn it off or see what was wrong
with it. When I creeped into my room, My phone was right beside my bed. I
grabbed it and it was off. I went down stairs and the call display no longer
said extention in use.
It kind of makes you wonder doesn't it. Is there ghosts out there? In my
home, or in MY room?
An Interesting Evening
About three months ago both my mother and I decided to take a vacation, after
visiting your website I thought that it would be interesting to visit some of
the places that you listed in your section of Haunted places in America.
Both of us decided to go to Louisiana, because we love the state. We left Ft.
Worth TX And drove to Baton Rouge, where I convinced my mom to make the trip
to St. Francisville LA. We stayed the night at the Myrtles Plantation, this
is how our night went.
After we went to the store to get some food, we came back and sat down on the
back porch outside the entrance that would lead upstairs to our room. Now
both of us were nervous, because we were staying at the "Most Haunted House
in America" there were a few animals running around the grounds, one was a
gray cat and the other was a golden retriever puppy. We fed both of them
roast beef that we got at the store, but when we tried to coax them into the
house with it, they wouldn't dare come close to us. My mom actually picked
the cat up and brought it upstairs, when she set it down it dropped onto it's
stomach, laid it's ears back and ran out down the stair staying as close to
the wall as possible. This wasn't a very comforting action, it wouldn't have
bothered me if that was all that happened.
Around ten 'o clock while my mom was resting, since she didn't think she
was going to get much sleep, you could very faintly here a piano. In the
morning we checked the piano to find out that it didn't play in tune, and
half the keys didn't play at all, but the music during the night was
beautiful. Also you could here the creaking footsteps of someone walking
upstairs, and since my mom and I were the only people staying that night it
kept us awake.
I think that the most exciting thing that happened from the trip, was when
the pictures were developed. In the main entrance there is a large mirror,
and if you take pictures of it, more often than not there is something in the
mirror that's not there when the picture is taken. We developed a little
girl, one of the daughters that died in the house. But there are two spots on
the picture that I have questions about. I don't have a scanner but I can
send the picture to you so that you can verify if there is something in it or
not. If you could please respond with an address that I can send it to I
would appreciate it. I hope you liked the story,
feel free to post it on your site.
My name is Brenda and I have a story that you
may find interesting. As I begin to type it out..I have to wonder to myself
where I should begin. I'll start off by saying that I have been used as
some type of 'portal' for spirits for about 13 yrs now. It all began when
I was about 17 years old and while my parents were going through a
divorce. The first couple of incidences that occured didn't really phase
me ..I moreless dismissed them as some weird kind of dream. But, later I
realized otherwise. The first incident happened while I was sleeping and I
had the distinct feeling that someone was 'tickling' my feet. I shrugged
it off and fell back asleep. The second night this same thing happend once
again. It was till morning that I remembered that strange experience and I
thought to myself..wow..I remember someone tickling my feet..hmm..weird I
thought to myself. Then went about my day as usual. That next night..I was
terrified for the first time at what transpired. I was dreaming and in my
dream I was disturbed by an angry male spirit I saw myself looking down at the
rest of my body ..neckdown, and felt this male spirit straddled across my
stomach. I felt instantly that this was no normal..bad dream or
nightmare..but that I could actually feel this presence and even felt the
pressure of his knees burrowing in my bed matress. This was all happening
in a sleep-state yet I was fully aware of the sensation occuring on the
mattress. I said in my sleep..Please God help me..help me..The
spirit in turn responded..in an evil laugh..Hah ha ha!!! NOBODY IS GOING
TO HELP YOU!!( I get goosebumps as I remember all of this).
Well, I was 'helped' because I was instantly woken up and released from his
presense. From that night on until this day. I have been bothered by
spirits but only in a dreamstate. In the past 3 or 4 yrs I have been bothered
less frequently I am glad to say. But if I have a bad day or have an arguement
with my husband..they come to me again and bother me. The ways they have
bothered me are always physically in a dream state..squeezing my sides..or
poking me with a finger,etc.
Occasionally there will be a spirit come to me
in a dreamstate and try to 'lead me away'.To where? I don't know..because up to this point
I've been able to distinguish it as being a spirit and I've been now
able to take control in my dream and make it let go of me by simply refusing to
let it have it's way. Once I decide I know what it is and what it is trying to
do..I've been able to wake up immediatly. Every night is the same ritual for me
I say a prayer to be protected by God and ask for the Lord to encircle me with
the holy white light so that no evil spirits may bother me while I sleep. I draw
an imaginary 'cross sign' in the middle of my forehead while I lay in bed and I
also sleep with scissors under my pillow. This sounds crazy and I wouldn't tell
anyone about these things unless they too have experienced something similiar. I
strongly feel that I 'air' some type of attraction to spirits good and
bad. This is not something that I want ..I wish I could close the door to
them and seal it shut. Maybe you can tell me what I can do to make them stop
visiting me and tormenting. I don't want to spend the rest of my life sleeping
with scissors, after all I'm only 30 yrs old..Thank
My Grandma recently moved out of her house into a new house. At her old house though, there
would be weird things that would happen. We belived that her house was haunted by something.
It really wasn't an old house and was built by her so no one lived there before her but her
house and the house next to hers both had weird things happen in them. For example, her house
had a garage connected to it and the door opening from the garage to the house always drug on
the carpet and was hard to close. They would come home sometimes and the door would be open.
The door that was on the outside of the house was closed and locked and since the door was hard
to open and close the wind couldn't have blown it opened. Also, they had an old record player
that was inside a chest like thing and it had pictures sitting on the top of it. In the middle
of the night it would start playing and they would go into the living room and all the pictures
would still be on the top of it and no records would be inside. Things like that happened inside
that house for a long time and as far as I know up until they moved.
The house next door to my grandma's also had some weird things happen. The one thing I can
remember happened before I was born. The neighbors had a little girl who at the time was about
two or three years old. She was sitting on the floor playing and my uncle was baby-sitting her.
They had a little dog and it sat up and started barking. My uncle did not think a thing of it
and told it to be quiet. Then the little girl was staring into the kitchen, which was right
next to the living room where they were, and was looking as if she was staring at someone and
started saying, "HI". He asked her if there was someone in there and she said, "Yes". He asked
, "Are you sure?" and she kept saying, "Yeah". He went in there and there was not a sign of
anything being in there at all. She said it was a man that was in the kitchen but they never saw
it again or found out what it was.
The Evil Portrait
Years ago, when I was about 13 I was spending the summer at my
grandparents. They lived in a neighborhood that had no kids save one, a
girl near my age, about eleven or so. We took turns spending the night
at each other's house and hung around the big back yards. Kim's house
was this big victorian number next door to my grandma's. Nothing about
the house bothered me per se, except for this one painting that hung in
their upstairs hall. When you came up over the stairs Kim's room was
directly across the hall with her brother's room and the bathroom to
the right and her parent's room to the left. When you went into her
room and turned around, there on the wall right by the bathroom door
hung a 20x13 Margaret Keane portrait. (She's the lady that paints those
kids with the HUGE black eyeballs.) At the time I knew nothing about
art and had no idea who Margaret Keane even was, all I knew was that
picture gave me the creeps. Just thinking about it still does, I know
now, many years later, that that picture was far different from any
other Keane I would ever see again. Done with a charcoal background,
the picture showcased a solitary figure - a girl about fifteen - from
the shoulders up. Her hair was brown and cut very, very short, she wore
a bluish-gray top with a white collar and her expression was somber. .
.not to mention the eyes were huge and dark, big black holes in the
middle of this kid's face. It was creepy and one always got the feeling
that they were being watched whenever they were in Kim's room or going
down the hall. Her brother refused to even sleep upstairs because the
picture gave him the willies. The last time I spent the night there -
and I will never forget it because it scared the living crap out of me
- we had stayed up late watching some movie and fell asleep in the
living room. I awoke near dawn and had to go to the bathroom. Not
giving much thought to the fact that I'd have to pass that picture to
get to the toilet I headed up over the stairs. I was four steps up and
turning on the landing when I felt terrified. I looked up to see a
shadow on the wall by Kim's door. I stood there, wondering if it was
Kim's mom, Judy, or was it something else? The call of nature made up
my mind on whether or not to continue and I cautiously made my way up
the stairs, hoping and praying it was Judy. In the early morning light
I found the hall empty. Scared to death I slipped into the bathroom and
clicked the lock as quick and quietly as I could. I did my business and
wondered how the heck I was going to get back downstairs without
scaring myself again. I had just finished washing my hands when I saw
it - the knob was turning slowly back and forth, as if someone was
trying to get in. I froze for a minute, then, telling myself it was
probably Kim, I flipped the lock and opened the door way to an empty
hall. I looked up at that picture to find the eyes CLOSED! At this
point I was ready to cut and run, especially when I saw that damn
shadow again, reflecting on the wall from inside Kim's room. Something
was not right and I wasn't about to stick around and find out what it
was. I ran back downstairs, hiding beneath a blanket until everyone
else got up. I made my way back upstairs to collect my stuff to find
the picture's eyes were again open (I knew I wasn't seeing things,
those eyes were gigantic, it would be impossible to mistake them being
open or closed). As I was coming out of the bedroom I stopped to stare
at that evil picture, I don't know how I knew, but I knew that it was a
terrible portrait and there was a lot of evil behind it. Judy came up
behind me and commented on how sad the girl looked, and then she stated
on why she'd bought it: "the poor thing looked like it had lost its
very soul". I had to agree, it didn't have a soul all right! The look
in those eyes was the darkest, most evil glare I could ever recall
seeing and it made every hair on my body stand upright. That picture
was looking right at ME and it felt like I was being PULLED towards it.
Judy spoke to me again and the pull stopped, I turned to talk to her
and felt whatever it was watching me. The phone rang and Judy went to
answer it, leaving me with that horrid picture, I turned back to it to
find two tiny pinpoints of red in the middle of those dark, black eyes.
I'd seen this picture hundreds of times at this point and I knew there
was no red in those eyes. That was it for me, I told Kim I had to go
and I got the hell out as fast as possible. I never spent another night
with Kim after that, we grew up. . .we both got married and had kids,
seeing each other on occasion. One time, after Judy's death, I made it
a point to ask Kim what had happened to the picture. She told me that
when they'd built a house in the country when she was in high school,
they'd hung the picture in their new living room and it didn't seem to
apppreciate its new home. The picture would never stay up, constantly
falling to the floor. Finally, tired of rehanging it, they put it into
storage and weird things started happening - footsteps in the attic,
things moving around up there by themselves - a highly suspicious and
old world Catholic, her father took the painting - a Keane original
purchased at the start of the artist's career - and attempted to burn
it in their field. Only thing was - it WOULDN"T burn. They doused it
with gasoline, stuck it in a grill with charcoal - it didn't even get
soot covered. About that time her brother, Mark, hosed the picture
down, frame and all, bagged it up, weighted it down and threw it over a
bridge. After that all the strange occurences stopped and her mother
refused to purchase any more paintings. This was twenty odd years ago
now, and I've seen hundreds of Keanes over the years. They were the
rage of the seventies and early nineties. People even have sites
dedicated to the artist - but I've never seen a copy of that picture,
nor have I ever gotten the same bizarre feelings of paranoia around
Keane portraits. No one knows where Kim's mom purchased the painting,
nor do they know the history that accompanied it - all we DO know, is
that it was evil and carried something unexplainable with it.
WHO WAS THE GHOST?
This story is a bit different than most storys. My father died March 31st 1985. My story
happened in June of that yr. I had been playing around with astral projection
But not on this night. I was in bed asleep. when I felt like I was sucked out of my body,
and I was floating by the ceiling. I could see the whole room. I noticed the clock read 2:30. Then i was
I was sucked out of my house and ended up in my parents living room . It was
dark so I turned on the light. And I saw my father looking out the front
door. I asked him what he was doing ? He said waiting for the dog to
come in. (my dog had died 2yrs. before my father. At this point my Mom woke up . And I asked
her if my Dad knew he was dead ? She said sure he does . Then she asked me why I was at her
house at 2:30 in the morning ? And if there was something wrong. I said no ,
but asked her why my dad was there again and if she saw him. Her answer
was yes again . She then told me when I left to turn out the light in
the living room. And went back to bed. Next thing I knew I hit my bed with such force it woke
my hubby ( which is almost impossible) Ok so I was confused to say the least.
The next morning I went to my Moms house. And my Mom asked me what I was
there for at 2:30 in the morning? SO I asked her what clothes I had on?
Well she told me exactly what I had on , so I told her what she had on
too. But she didn't remember seeing my Dad. But she was a little mad I
didn't turn out the light like she had asked me too.
My hubby told her I hadn't left the house and how I bounced on the bed
enough to wake him up at 2:35 and how upset I was when he asked me what
was going on the night before. Well I guess the light being on
proved to my Mom I was there plus each desribing the others clothes as
well. But my
question is which one of us was the ghost? Or were my Father and me both
ghosts??? If anyone has any answers I'd love to hear them!
There really isn't much to my story, but here it is.
The first time I saw my '"ghost" was nearly 17 yrs ago. At the time, I
was a newlywed 20 year old. My husband was working the night shift, and
I was home, alone, as none of our children had yet been born.
It was just a feeling of being watched as I lay in bed trying to fall
asleep. When I peeked from the corner of my eye, I saw the figure of a
man standing beside me. His facial features were quite clear. Not
knowing who or what he was, I swung my fist at him and yelled, "What do
you want?!" He was gone before my fist was back at my side.
After that, I never saw him until about two to three years ago. Now, l
don't see such distinct features, more just a sense of movement going up
and down the staircase every now and then. But, about three nights ago,
my keys, which had been beside me on the same table for several hours,
suddenly fell over. There was no one here with me. And, I had been
seeing the shadow on the staircase again that night.
As a point of interest, the first time I saw him, after he left and I
thought about what had taken place, I realized that the facial features
I had seen looked just like my husband's grandfather. I never knew the
man personally, he died in 1976, and my husband and I didn't meet until
1981. However, what I saw, resembled a picture we had of him in our
living room at the time. He used to live in this very house, and did
many home repairs in his lifetime, it was like a hobby to him. I think
he's back and wanting to do more.
He never causes any harm, and no one but me ever sees him, which l find
interesting since I never knew him, and his own grandson doesn't see
I guess that's all there is to tell. I don't quite know what to think
of it. Is it real, or just my imagination?
Ghost in my Bedroom
When I was a child of about nine
years, 1972, my family and I lived in an old house that is located in the north
end of the city. This area of town is now called The Garden
District and just about every home in this district is 100+ years
old. The home in which we lived was built
in 1865 by a rather wealthy man. It was built as a gift to his new
bride. I'm not sure of how it later exchanged hands but at the time we
moved in, the house had been sub-divided into apartments. I would guess
that originally the home had somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 or 40
rooms. Massive to say the least. Behind this mansion the new owner had
placed a couple of mobile homes to rent out in addition to the apartments in the
main house. My father was a mechanic and didn't make much money so he
opted to rent one of these trailers for us. We did later move in to the
main house but that's another series of stories. One day after about the second month
we were there, my father took me, my two brothers and our mom to spend the day
at the beach. I suppose it was a Saturday because my father was never home
during the week and usually slept all day Sunday. I recall coming home
late that evening with the worst sunburn I had ever experienced. No one
was spared from that misery. My brothers and our mom and dad were cooked
also. I mention this fact because my father used this extreme
sunburn as the excuse to downplay what happened that night.Let me just say this: I am a very
cynical person and I was just as cynical and jaded at the age of 9 as I am
now. I am what's known as a critical thinker In other
words, if you can't prove it to me and if it lacks all logic and reason, then it
just ain't so. I had zero imagination as a child. I had no invisible
friends and I never partook of the typical silly kid's games that my peers
seemed to so much enjoy. On this Saturday evening, after a
good rub down with butter for our sunburns (I know but we didn't know any better
back then) my brothers and I were off to bed. I'm guessing it was around
8:00 PM. My brothers were totally exhausted and they quickly passed
out. I, on the other hand, decided to lay awake and listen to the little
party my parents had going in the living room. They had invited a few
friends over. Now my brothers and myself all slept in the same bed.
My father couldn't afford to run air conditioning so we would open the window
above our bed to allow the breeze to flow through our
room. As I lay there that evening listening
to the snoring of my brothers and my parent's party, a very stiff and cold
breeze blew through the window over my bed. This was like July or August
in Louisiana and that wind felt like something from Alaska in mid-winter!
Very icy cold. It blew so hard that it made the curtains slap hard against
the ceiling. This breeze lasted for about 5 seconds. I took note of
its unusualness and went back to listening to the party.Have you ever been in a bed when
someone walks by it and just bumps it? Well that's exactly what the bed
did. It shook ever so slightly. Like someone had just brushed up
against it. I looked at my little brothers thinking that maybe one of them
had moved in their sleep but they were motionless. I paid it no
mind. Then, a few minutes later, it happened again but this time it felt
as though someone had basically kicked the bed. It shook very
violently. This frightened me and once again I watched my little brothers
closely. Keep in mind that the bedroom door was closed and no one could
have come in there without me seeing them. As I lay there and watched my
brothers, the bed began to shake very hard. So hard that the headboard was
knocking against the wall. My brothers weren't causing this. I could
see them laying there totally motionless. Out of total fear I whispered
very forcefully stop it and the bed stopped. About 30 seconds
later it began to shake again and again I said stop it and again,
the bed stopped shaking. I was on the verge of tears when it began to
shake again but this time when I said Stop it it kept on
shaking. The bed shook quite violently for about a minute and then
stopped. Then....the really scary part. As I lay there in total fear
and confusion, I heard soft footsteps walking along the edge of the bed.
Before I could react, I saw the edge of the mattress next to my head depress as
if someone had sat down on the bed. Before I could react, something
brushed my forhead. I sat bolt upright in the bed and began to scream for
my parents. Suddenly the cold breeze that had blown the curtains against
the ceiling was now blowing them hard against the screen as if IT
was leaving very quickly. Of course my parents, along with
their fellow partyers, held me and babied me but they didn't believe a word of
it. My father said that I was just hallucinating from the effects of such
a violent sunburn. Yeah, right In my defense, once we moved into
the main house, they believed every word of what I told them that transpired
that evening. They began to experience unbelievable things in that
house. But...that's another story or stories.