posted on Jun, 24 2018 @ 07:32 PM
Ghosts have always been in my life.
I'm gonna do this chronologically, for continuum and other reasons, as will be explained below.
When I was a toddler, I would play with my imaginary friend. I named this friend ''Freddy''. Turns out this was my great grandfather on my mom's
side. I realize this is easily explained by hearing the name from the adults.
As a child, I spent weekends and school vacations w/ my grandfather (I'll deal with my grandfather in another post for another day, lets just say he
was an interesting man), at his farmhouse on the state line outside of Lake Village, Indiana. The property was a swampy area, and there was a village
or pioneer settlement there at that time. Found on the property were many indian artifacts, many old foundations, etc. we even found an almost
complete blacksmiths kit when digging out the hod pen to expand when I was 12 or 13 (we did it by hand)-several anvils of diff sizes, tongs, remains
of a fire/charcoal pit, etc. I would literally not go a week without finding some type of man made artifact during childhood summers.
There is a protected area on the property we discovered, in 1978(?), about 15 burial mounds we found alonside a old creek/ditch line. Remained hidden
until we burned off the brush there....so thick a small child couldnt enter it. I personally, before the state placed it off limits for anything but
visiting, found many arrowheads, ax heads, a few beads, etc there (NO I didnt dig, I knew those were grave mounds, and I am/was respectful of them.
The house began as a log cabin pre civil war, then added onto over the years. It had the first in-ground swimming pool in the county (1925 I think?),
and like many locations in the NW Indiana area, was rumored to be an Capone outpost/brothel/speakeasy. (By the turn of the century, the swamp had been
drained by the Army corp of engineers). Only, there is truth to the rumors:
---the attic of the barn was lined with mirrors, on the slanted inner roof, and there were sections where there had clearly been partitions
---In a nailed over hutch/shelf I found a wrench that G'pa told me was part of the tool kit for a Model A
---When sanding and refinishing the the upstairs bedroom doors of many years of grime and layers of paint, we found several bullet hole of varied
caliber, and 3 slugs which we were told were old 25 caliber bullets.
---in digging up the dirt floor basement for a potato cellar when I was a teen, we found buried several cases of moonshine wrapped in oil soaked
---in the summer of my 15th year, the paving block front porch collapsed. it was about 30' wide, 10 foot deep (front to back), and 1 ft high.
Underneath was a further 3' below ground hollow space. It held skeletal remains of a man, but only from the pelvis down. Rumor has it that a man was
killed there for various reasons, including killing one of the prostitutes, stealing from Capone, etc...... No idea where the rest of him was.....I
remember the sheriff telling us the remains were between 50 an 80 years old (in 1984). Also, there was a 2' x 2' trap door that when opened, the
tunnel had collapsed/been filled, near the area of the moonshine find.
Sitting at kitchen table during summers as a kid, the staircase was behind a normal door. We would hear steps coming down the stairs-nobody there.
Several times waking up to use the bathroom at night, I would walk thru the kitchen turning on the light as I went. It wasn't unusual to see an old
man, in old time farmers clothes, sitting at our table. He would acknowledge someone else in the room, the disappear.
Twice I saw a hooded figure. Both times, same warm summer season. I would wake up, could see my breath, and smell something like sulfur, or that odd
smell all elementary school kitchens in the area seemed to have back then.
First time, it turned to face me, but was gone before I saw its face.
2nd time it faced me, and pointed at me. *****There was nothing inside the hood or the sleeve*****. I'm ashamed to admit, but I was so scared,
I wet myself......at age 15.
I told my grandfather the 2nd time, He said to ignore it, then he called his pastor, the went into the kitchen, and said loudly,''I can't make
you go away, but the boy is off limits. Leave the boy alone''
In 1995, I had an aunt commit suicide. I believe she was part of the Prozac thing in the new around then.
Since then, whenever Im upset, a few times a year, I'll smell her scent (eucalyptus) and feel her pet my shoulder, which she did while alive.
I've seen a ww1 era soldier (smokey bear style hat). A friend saw me on the road, told me he saw the soldier in my passenger seat.
Besides my aunt, there is an old lady that I call Edith that likes to peek around corners. Just a glimpse, and she's gone. She also has a cat,
judging by my 2 cats' reactions (Greeting the 'new' cat, hissing, etc) My wife and I have felt the cat jump on the bed.
Now for the scary part:
Sometimes we fall asleep w/ closet door open. I see nothing, but there's a feeling....har to describe. Inner cold (make sense?), fear,
foreboding,hatred directed toward me.....Doesnt happen a lot, but enough to make me nervous. These manifestation have not been a harbinger of
I kinda believe that the demon/hooded figure/whatever I saw as a kid is following me. But why?
I welcome any comments and insights.....