Home Sweet Home - Round Three

A few more stories...then we'll move on to somewhere different tomorrow. Promise.

Little Children Everywhere:

Its not just ghostly adults that haunt our property...its children too. Although we've never actually seen these children, we have heard them on occasion.

The first person to ever hear the children was my Mom (big surprise, huh?). It was Christmas Eve and everyone was out the road at Ida's for our annual Nunn Christmas Eve Shindig. Mom had come home early to do the dishes from all the yummy food she had made for the gathering. She had gathered up some old dish cloths and was going to put them in Daddy's truck so he could use them for grease rags. She took them to his truck across the road and when she shut the door she heard children talking and laughing below the hill. You know, below the hill where no one lives and out in the woods? All the kids were at Ida's and were inside because of the snow, but yet she heard them, a boy and a girl, over the hill just talking and laughing away. Needless to say, she didn't wait around outside to see who it was.

Mom never told anyone about that night until years later when I had my little run in with the children. I had taken off from school that day because I was sick. I think I was about 12 at the time. I was sleeping so nicely until the scratching under the bed started. That woke me up pretty quickly to say the least. Too afraid to throw my feet over the side of the bed (at that age I still wasn't sure there really weren't monsters under there. Come to think of it, I'm still not sure there aren't.), I just laid there paralyzed and weighing my options. That's when I heard the voices out on my front porch. It was two little kids talking and giggling. One boy. One girl. I stayed wrapped in the covers until I heard them leave, then I jumped as far as I could toward the door (careful not to let my legs get to close to where the monsters might be hiding) and ran for Ida's. When I made it out there I was still in my gown and panting for breath. I cried the whole time I told them the story. There were no children at my house. None except for me. Maybe it was a mouse under my bed, but that didn't explain the voices on the front porch. When I told Mom about it, she finally told her story about hearing the kids on Christmas Eve all those years ago.

I've not heard the children since and to my knowledge no one else has either. Maybe they were just passing through. That's happened before...in fact, its happened with a whole group of ghosties before. Which brings me too...

The People in the TV:

Of all my haunted stories this is the one that seems to freak people out the most (well, ya know, not counting the "demon stories" but those are stories I don't like to share too often, so those won't be told here).

When I was little, I saw people in the television.That wouldn't be a problem if I were watching a show, but no, these people were only visible when the tv was turned off. I saw these people until I was around 12 or 13, then one day they just stopped showing up. Or so we thought.

The way it worked was I could be sitting on the living room couch for example and I would be in the room by myself, but when I looked into the dark tv, I saw people all around me. Some standing, some sitting, but all of them looking back at me through the tv. They never moved until I looked away, but when I would look back, there they would be again...just in a different position. It got so bad that I refused to be in the same room with the tv if it was turned off. To this day it still creeps me out, even though I no longer see the people.

At any rate, one day the tv people were there and one day they were gone. Never to be seen again, at least not by me.

Years later when we stopped talking about the tv people, my cousin Dillon came to live with us. He was around three at the time when he came to stay permanently. When he was still really small Mom used to get him to go to sleep at night by lying with him on the couch in the living room. She would turn off the lights except for the lamp and turn off the tv and see if she could get him to sleep. One day, he raised up from the couch and pointed to the tv. Mom asked him what was wrong. He said, "DaDa (cause that's what he calls her...even to this day) there is a man in the tv. He's looking at me. Make that man go away." Mom said that she immediately thought of all the stories I had told as a kid about the people in the tv and she had never believed me.

Mom asked Dillon, "How do I make him go away?" He told her, "He says that if you will go upstairs and turn on the light in April's room, he'll go away."

Mom didn't try to get him to sleep on the couch anymore...at least not with the tv turned off. I don't think Dillon ever saw the man again. At least if he has, he's too macho of a teenager to tell about it now. But something must have stuck with him, because even now, at 15, he still sleeps with the tv on in his room at night.

One for the Road:

And the final story for the night and the final one about my house, is really just a simple little thing. At least this one had other witnesses.

I had been seeing a white blur going around my living room and kitchen windows at night from the time I was a small child up until I was at least 14 or so. You could never quite get a good look at whatever it was that was peeping into the house, but you could still see it clearly enough to creep you out. It started at the front door. When you noticed it there, it would move to the kitchen window, when you noticed it there, it moved to the living room window, and so on and so forth. Making a circle around the house. Figuring that it was just another ghost to add to the growing list of haints at my house, I never told anyone about it.

When I was 12 or 13 I had a sleep over and me and the girls all stayed in the living room that night. Everyone was asleep except for me and my bestie, Crystal. We sat on the couch watching tv and eating popcorn. I had noticed the white blur for awhile, but didn't say anything because I didn't want to scare Crystal or have her think I was crazy. Finally, she turned to me and said, "I know you are probably going to think I'm crazy, but I have to tell you this. I have been seeing a white thing looking in the windows all night long." Then she described exactly what I had been seeing all those times. It was scary but it was at least a comfort to know I wasn't the only one seeing it.

I told Mom about it the next day and pitched a fit until she went out and bought blinds for every window in the house. That took care of my ghostly peeping Tom. But that was years ago and the blinds are gone now. I don't know if the white thing is still there or not, because when I'm alone at night in the house, I just avoid looking at the windows altogether. Ya know, just in case.

More tomorrow!