Frightening Vision
My husband and I were looking at the right side of a duplex for rent. It had fresh paint, clean windows, and to him, looked very attractive. But the instant I crossed the threshold, I wanted to run away . . . for just an instant, inside my mind, on my ―personal movie screen‖, if you will, I saw the following scene - I was on my back in a bed in a dark room, facing the door, which was half-open. A figure was standing in the door, backlit, and was approaching the bed. All I could tell was that it was a man wearing a long coat and a hat. Creepy, huh?
My husband noticed nothing, and couldn‘t understand why I said ―NO‖ to the place. Then, a year or so later, our neighbor next door to the trailer we then rented, told me about a duplex she rented . . . that was haunted by a little old lady she kept seeing . . . but when I started describing my experience, SHE freaked out. Her neighbor in the duplex described waking up one night exactly the same way! What are the odds . . . it was the same duplex.
Ongoing Disturbances
There are so many stories it is hard to decide which is the best. The other thing is that this is ongoing even today. We moved into a new house on Hwy 40 on the east side of Indianapolis when I was in the 6th grade. Strange things began to occur almost immediatOne evening while myself and some girlfriends were all upstairs talking we heard the rocking chair downstairs squeak as if someone was rocking in it. I thought maybe it was my sister and that maybe she had come in the back door. I got up and as I headed down the steps, once I got to the flat, the squeak stopped. I went on down but no one was there so I turned around and headed back up the steps. Just as I got to the top the squeak of the chair started again, so I went back down the steps only this time I turned the chair upside down.ely. The house is a tri-levelAnother story, my sister and myself shared a bedroom and one night she woke me up and told me her bed was shaking. I didn‘t believe her at first but then later when it happened again I felt it shaking too. Mine was steady and not being bothered so she slept with me that night. Another story, my brother had a friend of the family spend the night with him and his friend was woken by someone coming up the stairs, turning down the hallway, and coming into the room and stopped at his bed. He was so frightened that he never came back.Another story, my mother thought we had played hooky one school day. We had an intercom throughout the house. She was doing dishes upstairs in the kitchen when she heard through the intercom children laughing coming from the downstairs. She went downstairs and there was nothing. We were all in school. These stories go on and on. The house is still haunted but they typically do nothing but make noises, crying, laughing, walking into the rooms, oh and yes they love to turn the TV off or on. They have sent pennies flying across the floor, and even sat down on the edge of the bed. the end
My husband and I were looking at the right side of a duplex for rent. It had fresh paint, clean windows, and to him, looked very attractive. But the instant I crossed the threshold, I wanted to run away . . . for just an instant, inside my mind, on my ―personal movie screen‖, if you will, I saw the following scene - I was on my back in a bed in a dark room, facing the door, which was half-open. A figure was standing in the door, backlit, and was approaching the bed. All I could tell was that it was a man wearing a long coat and a hat. Creepy, huh?
My husband noticed nothing, and couldn‘t understand why I said ―NO‖ to the place. Then, a year or so later, our neighbor next door to the trailer we then rented, told me about a duplex she rented . . . that was haunted by a little old lady she kept seeing . . . but when I started describing my experience, SHE freaked out. Her neighbor in the duplex described waking up one night exactly the same way! What are the odds . . . it was the same duplex.
Ongoing Disturbances
There are so many stories it is hard to decide which is the best. The other thing is that this is ongoing even today. We moved into a new house on Hwy 40 on the east side of Indianapolis when I was in the 6th grade. Strange things began to occur almost immediatOne evening while myself and some girlfriends were all upstairs talking we heard the rocking chair downstairs squeak as if someone was rocking in it. I thought maybe it was my sister and that maybe she had come in the back door. I got up and as I headed down the steps, once I got to the flat, the squeak stopped. I went on down but no one was there so I turned around and headed back up the steps. Just as I got to the top the squeak of the chair started again, so I went back down the steps only this time I turned the chair upside down.ely. The house is a tri-levelAnother story, my sister and myself shared a bedroom and one night she woke me up and told me her bed was shaking. I didn‘t believe her at first but then later when it happened again I felt it shaking too. Mine was steady and not being bothered so she slept with me that night. Another story, my brother had a friend of the family spend the night with him and his friend was woken by someone coming up the stairs, turning down the hallway, and coming into the room and stopped at his bed. He was so frightened that he never came back.Another story, my mother thought we had played hooky one school day. We had an intercom throughout the house. She was doing dishes upstairs in the kitchen when she heard through the intercom children laughing coming from the downstairs. She went downstairs and there was nothing. We were all in school. These stories go on and on. The house is still haunted but they typically do nothing but make noises, crying, laughing, walking into the rooms, oh and yes they love to turn the TV off or on. They have sent pennies flying across the floor, and even sat down on the edge of the bed. the end
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