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inspired to share MY ghost story

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posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 07:26 AM
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So after reading another post on here I was inspired to share my own. I really haven't talked about what happened too much, but I figure on here is a good way to do so. Everything I'm about to post actually happened to me and my family. The only margin for error may be in the timing/sequence of some of the smaller events events, as it was several years ago. It is a fairly long story, so bear with me and I hope that at least a few of you make it to the end. Any names used are not the actual names

My family (two kids still in diapers, ex wife, and me) moved in to an older house in the middle of town. Very nice single family home. Big yard, two car garage, big porches/patios, etc. Very stately. We were renting, and we allowed the people who were living there before us to leave some of their stuff in the garage as they moved into their new house. Shortly after moving in, we were watching TV one evening when the doorbell rang late in the evening. I went and opened the door and nobody was there. Assuming it was the wind or something, closed the door and went back to the TV with just a "huh...that was weird" thought. Over the next several days, the doorbell rang once or twice an evening and we started getting annoyed with it. The prior renters stopped by and we asked them about it. They said the homeowner had sent an electrician out to the house who found nothing wrong with the doorbell, so they chalked it up to "Mrs. Rogers." We asked who that was, and they explained that Mr. and Mrs. Rogers were the original owners of the house, had lived there for decades, and that both had passed away (peacefully) in the house about 15 years apart. They asked if anything had happened with the garage door yet, to which we replied no.

At the time I was working evenings, so I would get home very late/very early and sleep during the morning hours. The doorbell ringing continued, and within a week or so I was awoken to the sound of the garage door opening. I was highly confused, as it was far too early for my ex to be getting home, so I got up and went to see what the deal was. I entered the garage via a door in the house, and saw the door wide open with nobody around. Sigh, guess Mrs. Rogers is branching out again or something.

My father in law moved in with us due to some pretty severe health issues. He brought oxygen tanks and those air machines that plug into the wall. He ended up taking a hard turn for the worse, and passed away in the house. In the 24-48 hours leading up to him passing away, he continually talked about seeing somebody sitting in his recliner (nobody was), and that it was a "little old lady" who was "just watching me (him)." He talked about seeing black figures moving around his room, to include sitting on his bed, in the chair, going in and out of his bathroom (attached to his room), etc.

A few days after we got done with all the funeral stuff, my oldest child started waking up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder. I, or my ex, would go in and see what the problem was, and he would be sitting up in bed with his little back pressed tight to the wall, his blanket pulled up to his face, screaming away. Meanwhile, my youngest was sound asleep in his bed not 5 feet away in the same room. He wasn't old enough to really articulate what the problem was, but it was pretty plain that he was scared pretty bad so my ex started letting him sleep with her/us. That seemed to work for a few nights, but then he started waking up screaming again and was inconsolable for the better part of an hour to two hours, each time. All through it, my youngest never had any issues.

One day I had come home after working a double shift and nodded off on the couch (please, no parenting comments; I already know I screwed up there). I was awoken by the doorbell being rung over and over and over again, one "ding-dong" right after the other. I jumped up and saw that the front door was open. Tore through the house to find my oldest (youngest was asleep) and couldn't find him, so I ran outside. There he was at the bottom of the driveway, dragging his little blanket along as he walked. I got him back inside and thanked "Mrs. Rogers" for waking me up.

A few nights later I received a series of texts from my ex, describing an incident at the house: she had been in the kitchen with the oldest who was playing on the floor. They heard a knocking coming from my father in laws room. My kid stood up and went into the hallway and the knocking stopped. He stared at the door to FIL's room and made the little kid approximation noise for "grandpa?" The knocking noises continued for the next few nights, along with some other things I will get into in my next post.

Part One....



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posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 07:44 AM
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Part Two...

A few nights later, I was off and we were again all watching TV. By this point, we were only going to the lower level of the house to do laundry. Nobody was sleeping down there, despite that being where all the bedrooms were except for FIL's and the guest room. We were sleeping on the couch mostly, with the kids in the guest room. While sitting on the couch watching TV, we heard a loud thud from the kitchen. At first I just chalked it up to the cat knocking something off the counter, but I realized the cat was asleep on a floor vent (it was winter at this point) so I got up and went to the kitchen. A small box of FIL's belongings (very small box, about the size you'd need to ship a pair of Christmas ornaments) had been on a computer desk belonging to FIL. That box was now in the middle of the floor in the kitchen. As close to dead middle as possible, which was about 6 feet away from the desk. I looked at the computer, which had been "asleep" for a few weeks without ever being used by now, and it was awake, with wordpad open and a string of random gibberish characters. Again I chalked it up to the cat, because I didn't know for sure how long the cat had been on the vent, but I couldn't explain the box.

My kid's night terrors continued more nights than they didn't. There was one evening that at about the same time my ex was going in to gather the kid up to sleep with us, the doorbell started ringing again. This time it was accompanied by the occasional loud "knock-knock" on the front door. I was sufficiently freaked out at the timing that I grabbed my gun (for those reading this that aren't aware, I am a police officer) and threw open the door pretty violently. The storm door was wide open and I stuck my head outside. I swore then (and still do) that I could hear somebody running through the snow around the side of the house, so I yelled to the ex that I was "gonna get this effer" and that if she heard me yelling, to call 911 and get me some help. I took off around the side of the house, yelling at whomever I was chasing to stop. I could see what appeared to be footprints and followed them around the side of the house into the back yard. I never did catch up to anybody, but our back yard was wide open and whomever/whatever it was, I should've been able to see them unless they were an Olympic track star. I backtracked to the front of the house, and confirmed that there was at least a smattering of what appeared to be footprints.

A couple of weeks later, I was off again. In the intervening days, my ex had been awoken by the knocks, the alarm going off on the air machine, which by this point had been unplugged and turned off for a month, the garage door, the doorbell, all of it continuing unabated. This particular evening, we were watching TV again when my youngest began screaming from his room. We tried to let him go back to sleep on his own, but after about ten minutes or so there was a very loud, very persistent banging coming from the bedroom they were sleeping (or not sleeping) in. It sounded like somebody was trying to beat their way through the door. I got up and went to the room, my ex coming with but a few feet behind. When my hand contacted the door knob, the banging immediately ceased but the screaming continued. I tried to open the door, but it seemed to be a little stuck so I had to push it open forcefully. When I opened the door, I froze in the doorway. I could feel, and my ex could see, all the hair on my neck stand up straight. All the hair on my arms stood up. I saw that my youngest was sleeping peacefully in his bed. My oldest was in a corner with his blanket over his head. My oldest was about 12 feet away from the door. In my opinion, it would've been physically impossible for him to beat on the door as hard as it was being beaten, and then make it back across the room to that corner in the time it took me to get the door open. We snatched the kids up and everybody slept in the living room.

My ex had a friend over who claimed to be "sensitive." We hadn't told her anything about what was going on. As she was leaving, she blurted out that our house was inhabited by at least three entities. Mrs. Rogers, the FIL, and "something else." She described the "something else" as something patently evil and dark, and that the FIL and Mrs. Rogers were still there to try and protect us.

We moved out within two weeks.

Believe it, or not. Up to you. There's my story. I lived it. I still get freaked out thinking about it and talking about it. Thoughts or comments (as long as they aren't about me falling asleep in the middle of the day :p ) are welcome.



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 07:47 AM
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Interesting, you should set up audio recorders and cameras to see if you can catch something.



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 08:09 AM
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a reply to: YouNeedMe

He said this happened a couple years ago, he moved out within two weeks of the last event.

Op, good story, sounds believable to me as I've got experience in these things as well. Mine is from way back though, almost 40 years now. I still remember everything though, although I try to push it out of my mind.



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 08:24 AM
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a reply to: YouNeedMe

My ex took a video of the air machine alarm going off. Unfortunately that was several cell phones ago and I no longer have it. It didn't really show much other than the machine being unplugged and the audio of the alarm. Obviously isn't concrete evidence of anything, but that machine had been off and unplugged for quite a while. No plausible reason that I know of for the alarm to suddenly go off, as the battery backup was well exhausted by that point.

But it was several years ago and we moved out shortly after the last couple of events, and haven't had any contact with any subsequent residents.
edit on 19-12-2014 by Shamrock6 because: Typos. Freakin autocorrect man



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 08:26 AM
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a reply to: wtbengineer

Yea I don't like to think about it much either. Typing that all out was enough to give me goosebumps again. The worst part was the impact on my kid.

As ex military and a LEO I felt like I was up against something that I couldn't physically confront and protect my kids from which just made it worse.



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 08:38 AM
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originally posted by: wtbengineer
a reply to: YouNeedMe

He said this happened a couple years ago, he moved out within two weeks of the last event.

Op, good story, sounds believable to me as I've got experience in these things as well. Mine is from way back though, almost 40 years now. I still remember everything though, although I try to push it out of my mind.


I replied before he has posted PART 2



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 08:40 AM
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a reply to: Shamrock6

It's funny how bold you can be when it comes to the safety of your little ones isn't it? Things that I used to hide my head under the blanket from when I was a kid I now will face with rage and fearlessness if I feel they threaten my babies. Just the other night I awoke to see something walking around my side of the bed. It had a long trenchcoat and a tall wide brimmed hat and I'm pretty sure, but not completely, that it was just something left over from the dream state and not really there. But it looked real, anyway, the point is, I jumped straight up out of bed and flew into this thing throwing punches and just straight up kicking it's ass. Whether it was in my mind or not, I didn't take the time to decide, I was just seeing red.



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 08:42 AM
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a reply to: YouNeedMe

Yeah, no worries man, it's all good. I don't mean to be that guy that has to point things like that out...



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 08:50 AM
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We moved out within two weeks.

Best decision. Alarm bells should go off any time the children are being bullied. I lived in a haunted house, the activity was from a woman who also died there according to a neighbor. Lots of renters came and went , some reporting the same things. Some up and left suddenly without their stuff or reclaiming deposit.

The activity was mostly benign compared to what you are recounting. Especially the "something else".

I am intrigued by the door bell ringing, does anyone else wonder if maybe (like vampire lore) the spirit has to be allowed in to enter? Maybe thats what was happening every time you opened the door.

Ding Dong---

Who's there?

Just us 'no-bodies'.



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 09:12 AM
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a reply to: intrptr


Ding Dong---

Who's there?

Just us 'no-bodies'.


You gotta know that's funny! tee hee.



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 09:47 AM
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That's something I wondered about. Maybe the lady couldn't manifest enough energy to do anything else so she rang the doorbell? Opened the garage?

Maybe I was hosting a demonic house party and nobody bothered to tell me about it?



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 09:49 AM
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yep! I'm not ordinarily a shrinking violent when it comes to confrontation, but I never did figure out what I could do about any of this other than leave (and even that's no guarantee, going by stories you hear). I was more than ready to throw some blows with something, just couldn't find anything to throw blows at.

Freakin' jerks.



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 10:03 AM
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a reply to: Shamrock6

Yeah right? Chickensh1ts! They always disappear.



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 10:17 AM
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WOW!!! that is quite the story you lived through!!

THanks for sharing with us. I beleive you without a doubt as I Have lived some freaky ones myself...

If you weren't aware, Sled has a very long thread (ongoing for over a year or 2), there are hundreds of similar stories so if you would like to share it there, I think it would get a lot of attention.

Thread



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 10:34 AM
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thanks, it was quite a experience yes lol.

I'm not sure what the etiquette would be here on ATS. should I post a link in that thread to mine or just post the entire story over there? I feel like it's rather bookish to insert into another thread....



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 11:21 AM
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originally posted by: Shamrock6
a reply to: Teye22



thanks, it was quite a experience yes lol.



I'm not sure what the etiquette would be here on ATS. should I post a link in that thread to mine or just post the entire story over there? I feel like it's rather bookish to insert into another thread....


You have a point, I dont know either how it should be done...I only mentionned it because I have read most of it and posted many of my experiences on there as well.



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 11:40 AM
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originally posted by: Teye22
WOW!!! that is quite the story you lived through!!

THanks for sharing with us. I beleive you without a doubt as I Have lived some freaky ones myself...

If you weren't aware, Sled has a very long thread (ongoing for over a year or 2), there are hundreds of similar stories so if you would like to share it there, I think it would get a lot of attention.

Thread


Thanks for the support, Teye22. Good to see you again.

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OP, S&F! What an amazing story! Glad you got out before things became "dark"!!!!



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 11:50 AM
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My pleasure Sled,

I always have loved reading the stories you are gathering on there! its good to hear from you too.

I have PM'd you btw...

a reply to: sled735



posted on Dec, 19 2014 @ 11:57 AM
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originally posted by: sled735

originally posted by: Teye22
WOW!!! that is quite the story you lived through!!

THanks for sharing with us. I beleive you without a doubt as I Have lived some freaky ones myself...

If you weren't aware, Sled has a very long thread (ongoing for over a year or 2), there are hundreds of similar stories so if you would like to share it there, I think it would get a lot of attention.

Thread


Thanks for the support, Teye22. Good to see you again.

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OP, S&F! What an amazing story! Glad you got out before things became "dark"!!!!


Thanks, Sled. I'm glad we got out also. I'm happy to report that my little dude doesn't seem to remember a thing about any of it, so all's well on that end!



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