posted on May, 25 2004 @ 11:52 AM
I can say, I definitively believe in ghosts. Since I was born basically I have spent time at my dad's best friends house in rural Alabama. He had
three kids about my age, and every other weekend I would spend the night there when they were visiting him as terms of his divorce. Well I dont
remember the "first" time something happened there but I do remember many "events". They are not in chronological order because thats not how my
brain remembers things. Its more like I think "ghosts" and every instance I remember of such activity floods my mind.
Background: My dads friends house is very old, possibly late 1800's, plantation era hre in the south. It was built by his great grandparents and
given to him by his father when he married. It is in the edge of the woods and there are several "sheds" bordering he property that were misc. work
I remember at a very young age being told that the noises I heard at night were ghosts by my dads friends oldest son. He said his dad told him that
they were his great great grandparents. The ones who built the house. But I never knew why they didnt move on.
One time myself, and my dads friends two sons were playing hide and seek in the cabinets of the house when a bottle of apple cider came off the top of
the fridge floated across the kitchen "20 ft" and crashed into the wall. It didnt fall off it hit the opposite wall. And we were all too short to
reach it, it definetly floated.
Once we were in the living room, when we heard "marbles" rolling around on the kitchen floor. We ran in there and there was nthing there,
One day we were sitting in the living room watching TV when my dads friends camcorder turned itself on as it was sitting on a nearby table. We saw the
red light turn on, then off. We took the tape out and put it in the VCR...July 4th beach trip...static...us sitting in the living room staring at the
The TV flips channels when the remote is sitting on the table and if you leave a light on in a room youre not in, it turns itself off.
My dads friend sleeps in his recliner because the ceiling fan in his bedroom rocks during the night, it used to be a screen porch that they framed
One time we were horse playing, I jumped on my friends back, and he slammed my but through his bedroom wall. That night we saw blue and orange
"lights" in the hole.
The floors creak like footsteps all the time.
And most importantly every day when my dads friend leaves for work he pushes all the kitchen table chairs in, but when he comes home the two end
chairs are pulled out. No one else lives there, as I said he is divorced and his kids only come over every other weekend.
In all my years visiting the house I have never had anything try to hurt me and I have never felt "in danger". What do you think?