10-31-2002, 02:30 AM
one of my best friends house is haunted by her late great uncle.
this all started back in 1995, when we were freshman in high school. her great uncle passed away, and their parents inherited his van. they drove it all the way back to jersey from flordia, and apparently, they took his spirit with them...
the strange happenings started about a week after her uncle had passed.
her and i were sitting in her kitchen, as we always did, and we heard the front door open. the metal on the bottom of the door scraping across the foyer's tiled floor and then slammed with great force. since it was right after school, we figured it was her younger brother coming home from school. she called out his name. no answer. i tried. still no answer. we then heard heavy foot steps running up the stairs to the second floor. we then looked at each other like what the fuck was that about? so we then got up and went up the stairs to see why her brother didn't answer us. (he was only 11 or 12 at the time, so we went to check on him) we get to his room, he's not in there. checked the other 4 rooms. we find no one. scared out of our minds, we slowly walk back down stairs and go back to the kitchen, trying to convince ourselves that it didn't happen. we then hear the front door open again, at this point we are about to cry out of fear. i call out her brothers name again. no answer. 2 seconds later he appears in the kitchen doorway, we scream, causing him to scream and run the other way. now that part was pretty funny, but we still had that eerie feeling about what had just happened.
a few nights later, my friend was in bed watching television when she fell asleep. she was half asleep, and facing the wall so that her back was to her open room. she then heard her door open, then close.
she heard someone, or something trip over something on her floor (she's a messy grrl) then shut the television off. figuring it was just her parents shutting off her tv. she closed her eyes again, thinking nothing of it. but then it hits her...she never heard the person open and close the door to leave her room. at that exact moment, she felt her mattress go down, as if someone had sat on the edge of the bed. she is now paralyzed with fear and her eyes are shut so tightly. she then hears a faint voice say "shhhhhhhhhh" and gently start rubbing her back. she told me that she just couldn't move. she wanted to scream, she wanted to run....but she couldn't. after the rubbing had stopped, she some how fell back asleep. the next morning, she waked up, her television is still on. confused by all of this, she is trying to add it up to just being a bad dream. later that morning she asked her entire family if they came in her room last night shut the tv off, and sat on her bed. they all said no, that they were in their respective rooms all night. i wouldn't have believed this story unless i was there to witness the first "haunting"
over the next few months, their entire family had heard strange noises and such, except for her father. he didn't believe in ghosts and spirits and such. until something happened to him.
for this story you will need a visual. so try and follow me. in her parents bedroom as soon as you walk in their room there bed is to the left. the wall straight ahead is a wall of mirrored closets, so that if you lay in bed you can stare straight in to the mirrors.
one night he was laying in bed reading and waiting up for my friend, his daughter, to come home. he had heard the front door slam and someone heavily run up the stairs, but didn't hear her shut her bedroom door. so he is staring in to the mirrored wall to see if she was going in to the bathroom, or coming in to his room to say goodnight. as he is staring in to the mirror, he sees a figure that is way too large to be his daughter. now a little scared, he stares harder in to the mirror to see who this person is. he then see's his uncle staring back at him. he then blinked and his uncle was gone.
from that night on he was a believer, and finally believed all of us and the things that had happened to us. after her father had seen that it was the uncle that was "living" with them, the hauntings happened less and less. guess he just wanted to let them know he was there, watching over them.
this all started back in 1995, when we were freshman in high school. her great uncle passed away, and their parents inherited his van. they drove it all the way back to jersey from flordia, and apparently, they took his spirit with them...
the strange happenings started about a week after her uncle had passed.
her and i were sitting in her kitchen, as we always did, and we heard the front door open. the metal on the bottom of the door scraping across the foyer's tiled floor and then slammed with great force. since it was right after school, we figured it was her younger brother coming home from school. she called out his name. no answer. i tried. still no answer. we then heard heavy foot steps running up the stairs to the second floor. we then looked at each other like what the fuck was that about? so we then got up and went up the stairs to see why her brother didn't answer us. (he was only 11 or 12 at the time, so we went to check on him) we get to his room, he's not in there. checked the other 4 rooms. we find no one. scared out of our minds, we slowly walk back down stairs and go back to the kitchen, trying to convince ourselves that it didn't happen. we then hear the front door open again, at this point we are about to cry out of fear. i call out her brothers name again. no answer. 2 seconds later he appears in the kitchen doorway, we scream, causing him to scream and run the other way. now that part was pretty funny, but we still had that eerie feeling about what had just happened.
a few nights later, my friend was in bed watching television when she fell asleep. she was half asleep, and facing the wall so that her back was to her open room. she then heard her door open, then close.
she heard someone, or something trip over something on her floor (she's a messy grrl) then shut the television off. figuring it was just her parents shutting off her tv. she closed her eyes again, thinking nothing of it. but then it hits her...she never heard the person open and close the door to leave her room. at that exact moment, she felt her mattress go down, as if someone had sat on the edge of the bed. she is now paralyzed with fear and her eyes are shut so tightly. she then hears a faint voice say "shhhhhhhhhh" and gently start rubbing her back. she told me that she just couldn't move. she wanted to scream, she wanted to run....but she couldn't. after the rubbing had stopped, she some how fell back asleep. the next morning, she waked up, her television is still on. confused by all of this, she is trying to add it up to just being a bad dream. later that morning she asked her entire family if they came in her room last night shut the tv off, and sat on her bed. they all said no, that they were in their respective rooms all night. i wouldn't have believed this story unless i was there to witness the first "haunting"
over the next few months, their entire family had heard strange noises and such, except for her father. he didn't believe in ghosts and spirits and such. until something happened to him.
for this story you will need a visual. so try and follow me. in her parents bedroom as soon as you walk in their room there bed is to the left. the wall straight ahead is a wall of mirrored closets, so that if you lay in bed you can stare straight in to the mirrors.
one night he was laying in bed reading and waiting up for my friend, his daughter, to come home. he had heard the front door slam and someone heavily run up the stairs, but didn't hear her shut her bedroom door. so he is staring in to the mirrored wall to see if she was going in to the bathroom, or coming in to his room to say goodnight. as he is staring in to the mirror, he sees a figure that is way too large to be his daughter. now a little scared, he stares harder in to the mirror to see who this person is. he then see's his uncle staring back at him. he then blinked and his uncle was gone.
from that night on he was a believer, and finally believed all of us and the things that had happened to us. after her father had seen that it was the uncle that was "living" with them, the hauntings happened less and less. guess he just wanted to let them know he was there, watching over them.