Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

One family, one house, many victims, many tragedies and fallen coins. What do they all have in common?

It’s been about 26 years ago, when I was 17 years old, that this unexplainable event occurred. I was a senior in high school, participating in the work program, which meant I would leave school at 10 am and report to my job as a secretary, where I worked until 5 pm.

On this evening I was sitting at my desk listening to the weather broadcast on the radio, they were forecasting severe thunderstorms and there were tornado warnings as well.  At approx. 3 pm my phone rang and it was my grandmother whom my mother, brother and I had lived with since my parents divorce. My grandmother advised me that my uncle and his wife who happened to live not far from where I worked, were at a hospital about 40 miles away with their oldest son who suffered from muscular dystrophy.  My grandmother requested that when I left work that I go to their home and sit with their youngest son who would be getting off the school bus at approx. 4 pm.  I left work at 5 pm, taking note of the very hot/humid weather, and the black, stormy skies. I drove as quickly as I could to get there so that I could get the child bathed and fed before this storm commenced.

Upon my arrival, my cousin who was 9 at the time, was sitting at the table with his books opened, watching cartoons and eating a snack.  I quickly unplugged the television as my grandmother had advised that I unplug everything due to this being an “electrical storm” as she called it.  I hurried him up from the table and into the shower, as I went around the house unplugging appliances and putting windows down.

Before I tell you what happened next, let me give you a little background on this house and family.  As they were in the process of moving into this house, they’d moved some of their household items that winter, and had to wait between snows to move the rest of their furnishings in.  After the snows, my uncle went there with a load of furniture and observed that the door was unlocked as he entered.  He found a man, presumed to be homeless and a wino, lying dead in the kitchen. He had crawled in through a window, I assume to have a warm place to rest, but had frozen to death instead.

Now it was a crime scene until the investigation and autopsy report were completed, which delayed their move even later.  Thus, allowing them to find another home, right? Right! my thoughts exactly.  But they didn’t, against my cousin’s protests, there were 4 children in all, they proceeded to move into this house.

That following spring the next to the eldest boy who was 17 at the time left home with a friend on a Friday evening telling his mother that he would be home by 11 pm.  He didn’t return that night and they’d heard nothing the next evening and went to the home of the friend.  The friends story was that he and my cousin had gone to this less than reputable bar to play pool.  My cousin and he were drinking and betting on pool games, the friend lost and didn’t have any money left to buy drink with and my cousin wouldn’t loan him any money so he refused to take him home and my cousin left walking.  No one heard from him until Monday evening when the local paper was delivered.  His sister went out to retrieve the paper and on the front page was a hit and run victim, unidentified and the body was shown covered in a sheet.  She recognized his hat and boot that were also shown in the photo laying in the ditch.  Needless to say no one was ever charged with his murder.

Now only a few months after his death, the youngest son, whom I was sitting with on this evening had moved into his deceased brother’s bedroom which was also shared by the eldest brother who had muscular dystrophy. The hit and run occurred in May and then in July, the boys were asleep in the front bedroom when a car veered off the road into their front yard, where it struck a tree before crashing into the boys bedroom where it came to rest upside downwards with 2 dead men inside. Neither were wearing seatbelts and the oldest brother who slept closer to the front of the bedroom awoke, unable to get out of bed with this car sitting in the bedroom, when he turned the light on he saw that the driver’s head had come through the windshield and was almost completely decapitated and his eyes were bulging.  Once again this family made headlines, the eldest brother was treated for shock as well as some cuts and bruises, it was two days before he spoke.  The youngest boy was unharmed.

Now, back to this stormy evening, which took place the following summer.  I don’t recall now the exact month, I would think sometime early June.  Anyway, back to him in the shower and me putting windows down and unplugging appliances.  I entered into his bedroom where I unplugged 2 bedside lamps and an alarm clock, the windows there were already down, I just made sure they were locked. (I forgot to mention that after the accident the insurance paid for repairs to the house, the living room was enlarged as well as the bedroom, but it was still pretty much the same room and in the same vicinity of the house.)  As I did this I observed a bunch of coins; nickels, dimes, pennies and quarters laying on the younger boys nightstand, but thought nothing of it at the time.  I proceeded out of the room and shut out all of the lights.

By the time his shower was completed the storm was well underway.  He and I were sitting on the sofa in the living room with his school books and I had lit an oil lamp for light while waiting out this storm.  Suddenly there came the sound of what appeared to be clashing glass, and it came from his bedroom.  My first thought was that a tree had crashed into the window on the side of the house as the tree in the front was no longer there.  I went into the bedroom and cautiously opened the door only to find that both windows were intact, but I could still hear something rolling across the floor, when I tried the lights I found that we had already lost power.  My cousin was standing right behind me asking, ” what is it?”,  I told him to go get the oil lamp so that I could see. I was really trying to buy time to logically figure this thing out without scaring the daylights out of the kid.  There was enough light filtering through the windows that I could very well see what had made such a noise.  Every single penny, dime, nickel and quarter that he had laid on his bedside table had been tossed onto the hardwood floor and a few pieces were still rolling around when I opened the door.

When he returned with the lamp, I had stepped inside and was picking up the coins, no longer attuned to the storm outside but the thunder sounding in my ears as my heart galloped about wildly.  Never one to be overly scared, never a believer in ghost, always curious I’ve been and sure that there was a reasonable explanation for everything. But this, I’ve never been able to rationalize, and as I write this I still try to believe that somehow the storm was related to what happened, but I still fail to believe that.  I even explained it to my cousin on the drive to our granny’s that evening, no, I didn’t wait for his parents return. I told him that the lightning had struck through the window causing the change to fall to the floor, he didn’t buy that at 9 and doesn’t now.

They continued to live in that house for another 5 years. My uncle became a hopeless alcoholic, my aunt threw herself into work and completely ignored the kids and the house.  The kids became drug addicts, yes, even the one with MD, though mostly his addiction was alcohol and marijuana, he died of natural causes at the age of 48.  His sister however, stayed strung out, attempted suicide several times, had six illegitimate kids at the time of her death at the age of 33. My aunt and uncle eventually divorced, which I’m unsure if that led to them leaving this home, or this home led to all the tragedies that occurred then and are still occurring now. 

My aunt has since passed, but she was preceded in death by her daughter, two sons, and one grandchild.  The  eldest grandchild was a girl that belonged to her daughter.  She died in 2003 at the age of 19, already with two kids that were in foster care, her strung out on meth, and ironically she died at approx. 5:30 am on a backroad, hit and run accident they said.  She and her boyfriend were walking and arguing.  It was rumored that he was affiliated with gang activity and she had been witness to a shooting. At the time of her death she had been refusing to see him anymore until she was seen leaving with him the night before.  No one was ever charged with her murder, his account was that their car had stalled, they were arguing and they got out to walk a short distance to a friends house.  He stated that he put his arm around her, she shoved him away and stumbled into the road and was hit by a car that never stopped and he couldn’t identify.

Her grandmother died 2 years after her.  By this time she’d become a very unhappy person, which she’d been for many years.  She had never been a loving person, but through all the tragedy and heartbreak she grew even colder.  She did look after the grandchildren, but not with affection, she instilled hatred in them with beatings and words that no one should ever know.  I called social service several times to no avail, they would send a case worker once a month, who would always call to schedule an appt. in advance. 

After her death the two youngest grandkids were adopted into great homes, the youngest is 16 now and doing great. He is working towards earning a wrestling scholarship to college.  The only son of my aunt and uncle that is still surviving has spent more time in prison than he has out.  And the last tragic thing to occur was on April 2nd, 2009. Of the grandkids the girl, Kimberly is already dead at 19.  After her there was a boy, who turned 21 in March, 2 twin boys who are now 20, a girl who is now 19, and the baby boy who is 16.  The boy who turned 21 in March, died on April 2nd, after hanging himself in his brothers backyard.  He cut a tire from a child’s swing, pulled a chair up, tied the rope around his neck and was found by one of the twin children the following morning at about 6:30 am.  He left a note in his pocket apologizing to his family for taking the “easy way out”.

Okay, enough talk about it, I only told this family’s tragic tale, to say that I believe there is a dark, evil spirit that lingers with them from this house, and I don’t think it will rest until all of them are dead. I also think that this all started long before the coins fell. Please tell me what you think, can you rationalize this for me?

Written by Sassy, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com

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