Fright Friday Redoux

I entered a time warp and finally found my way out. So I hope you will enjoy last weeks article today.

The HORN HOUSE:

Our dream had been fulfilled. Our first home was a beautiful yellow brick with four big bedrooms, fireplace, an amazing quaint bathroom with a perfect claw foot tub, in a quiet little town. It was with great joy we painted and decorated our new living space.

Our daughter, now a little over one, had a cute nursery painted in vivid colors and everything was simply as perfect as could be.

Before long another child was soon to join us and Amy moved out of the nursery into her big girl room across the hall. Things started to become strange after that.

Often we would hear a loud sound: as if a giant box was held in the air and dropped to the ground. We searched and searched but never found the source of the noise.

Frequently we heard footstep coming up the stairs, but no one was on them at the time.

One day, during the winter, we opened the door to our master bedroom to find it totally filled with flies, some dead while other buzzed around annoyingly.

One day upon entering the foyer, I heard something say,"here she comes," and the sounds of many little feet scattering was clear. I could also sense them running about.

Frequently we would hear a strange sound from the corner of the hall, near the bottom of the staircase which I can only explain.... as if hearing a tight giant metal string let go, creating  resounding, "ping".

But the most frightening event was the time our 18 month old was found at the bottom of the stairs, blue and lifeless. I rushed her out the door to the doctor on the street above us. Thankfully she is fine! But she will tell you to this day that a scary old woman, "pushed her down the steps," which we have no reason to doubt.

We moved from that home and over the years have heard others refer to the Horn House as being haunted.

It was also in this house that in 1972 we experience other unexplained encounters with UFO's and Men In Black....but that is for another blog.

Fright Friday Is Back!

This is the second story of my encounter with spirits lingering the earth.  My husband had joined the air force and was in basic training. It was 1967.

Finances forced me to return home to my parents; until he knew where we would eventually be stationed. They were renting a small home on a nice little street which happened to have a finished third floor. My new bedroom.

The wooden stairs went straight to the top. There was a room to the left, currently used for storage, and my room to the right.

Frequently I would hear my name called, but no one was ever present. Once, I hear someone holler out, "watch out!", again I was alone.

But the scariest part was the feeling I got every time I walked down the stairs. I felt a presence of an old man behind me, close enough that it made the hairs on my neck crawl. Several times I would have sworn he wanted to push me down the stairs and felt a pressure upon my back. I learned to hold on to the railing to deter finding myself at the bottom of the stairs in a heap.

Someone told me later an elderly person had in fact fallen to his death on that staircase, but that remains a rumor.

Other than that, life was rather normal for me and soon we were able once again to have our own place.

Of course, it also came with unexpected company, but that is for next Friday!

Fright Friday!

Every Friday it is my intent to relay actual ghost stories, starting with the first time I remember "bumping into" one.

My grandmother had died and her loss was profound. We had become quite close;  I sat with her, holding her hand in mine as her spirit soared into heaven.

It wasn't the first time I had dealt with death, but it was the first time I had lost someone so close to me.  Since I was seven death had become almost too familiar, but this was different.

Of course there were personal belongings to take care of and somehow my mother inherited grandmother's beautiful bed. I always looked at it with wonder. I was quite please it was mine to enjoy, since it now resided in my bedroom.

But no one told me she would come along with it. Every night she appeared, standing patiently at the bottom just looking at me. I don't remember her ever saying a word. Perhaps if she did I blocked it out.

Although I loved her very much, seeing her every night like that was more than I wanted to deal with. I asked her to please stop visiting me, and she did. But I never felt comfortable sleeping in her bed again, so shortly after she left...so did the bed.

Today if that were to happened I'm sure things would have been handled differently. I sometimes  wonder if she was disappointed that I was so afraid of her. Hopefully she understood.

I don't remember where the bed went, I think a cousin may have gotten it. But I often wonder if she went with it.

Love you Grandma!

Next Friday- The Spring Street spirit that tried to push me down the stairs.