posted on Feb, 23 2005 @ 06:18 PM
One of my first memories is from driving with my mom, grandma, and greatgrandma to Loudon, NH from the NH seaside. My family can trace back to that
town for 6 generations. When night fell on route 106 we heard "Open the window and let me in," in an adult male voice, which I thought was some
kind of joke, but the women were scared. As we turned off on to Loudon Road there was a large dark figure in the road with no features, which my
grandma swerved around. Greatgrandma told her to drive until we got to the house (farmhouse at the time). This was about 1979 or so and it was dirt
roads and farm roads at the time. I'll never forget that crap. There are other things that happened in NH, Maine, Mass, and RI that I haven't
heard of or sensed in other states. New England is pretty haunted if you ask me.