posted on Oct, 2 2007 @ 03:57 AM
We heard my friend Kay's little girl crying from her room. She was saying, "Mommy, I don't want to sleep in here. I keep hearing a baby screaming
and crying. But it's dead!" Whew! We figured that the kid must have heard us telling ghost stories earlier and somehow it had gotten into her
dreams. So, Kay decided to go to bed with her, and it was decided that the guys would sleep in the den, and me and sis would sleep in her room. We
hadn't much more than laid down when all of a sudden, the most awful calamity broke loose. It was as if everyone hit the floor and the light switches
at the same time. There were clothes hangers literally flying through the air, non stop. I was more prone to think that one of the guys was doing it
trying to scare us. But the problem was; they were huddled in the den, screaming also. Suddenly, the phenomena just stopped. So, we all went back to
The next thing we heard after we were nearly asleep again...was Jerry. He had decided to stay awake a little while and read the bible that he had
taken from the room; with the old granny spectacles on his face. He fell asleep reading, and had a very traumatic experience.
We could hear his screams from our rooms. By the time we got to the den, we could see him in a partially raised position on the couch, and with a
mighty bellow and toss, it was as if he flung something off him. In pretty much the same motion, he also ripped the glasses from his face. When he got
himself off the couch, he was out the front door and gone. We never saw or heard from him again. He didn't bother waiting for a ride from the guy he
came with. And by this time, his friend really didn't want to leave us there until he knew what was going on. AND he had a BIG crush on my sis. So,
By this time we were far from sleepy anymore and had regathered in the den. My sis was a neat-nik and began picking up bits of newspaper clippings
from the floor, where they had fallen, when Jerry flung the bible and glasses from himself. She began reading through the old yellowed-with-age bits
of paper. We couldn't help but notice that her eyes were as big as saucers and she had gone pale. Of course Kay and I screamed out, "What!?" in
unison. She just handed over the clippings. Kay and I could hardly believe it either as we read one unbelievable article after the other.
The first was about an obituary on an infant that died of pneumonia at this address. Somehow Kay's daughter had picked up on that. Then, there was
the the article with the picture of a soldier in a world war II uniform. He was murdered at this address. We both looked at Laura as if to ask, "Was
this him?" But we knew.