I am 16 years old and when I was younger my family used to move a lot. By the time I was 12 we had lived in 6 different houses and were looking to buy another; my dad had just got promoted and we were looking for something a bit spacier now that we could afford it. At first I didn’t want to move as I’d have to leave my best friend Ellie behind, but when I saw the old-fashioned house I changed my mind instantly. It was situated in St. Francisville, Louisiana. It was beautiful there. The population must have been small as it was a quiet place to live and the place we moved to was exceptionally remote with little country roads and patches of green. I settled in instantly.
There wasn’t really a lot of talk amongst the neighbors and everybody sort of kept to themselves. It was also hard to find a family with children my age and I often wondered about Ellie and whether she’d gotten a new best friend; silly things like that. It must have been the 8th or 9th day living in the house that our phone rang- this wasn’t unusual; we’d just moved and it could be anyone ringing to check up on us. I hoped it was Ellie. It rang around midday and my little brother rushed to answer it. “No, she doesn’t live here, sorry, bye!” I think were his words and my mom darted in to see who it was. My brother said “A lady who wanted to speak to Mrs. G Barnett about 11″
“11?” my mom had said. “11 what?”
My brother shrugged his shoulders and ran off into the garden.
The next couple of days went quickly as the build up to school was at it’s peak. At about 10pm, the phone rang again. This time my mother answered it. “No I’m afraid not, who’s calling?” she asked. She apologized and hung up. “It’s that woman again asking for Mrs. G Barnett! If she calls again we better tell her to stop ringing the wrong goddamn number” were her exact words and after she had said them something crashed from upstairs in the study. I rushed up the stairs and into the room to see what it was. I froze as I came across the shattered phone on the floor with it’s batteries scattered across the carpet. My mom cleaned it up and decided my little brother had gotten over excited and knocked it off (when in actual fact he was playing outside at the time.)
It was the night before starting at my new school and I was organizing everything into drawers and cupboards, when the phone started to ring. I picked it up immediately and I felt shivers down my spine as the cold feminine voice cooed through the phone: “Good evening, you wouldn’t happen to know if Mrs. G. Barnett is available to speak?”
Silence.
After a few awkward seconds I decided to reply: “No one by that name lives here. You have the wrong number…”
“Oh- I see- well if you do happen to see her please tell her that we need to urgently talk about 11. Thank you.”
I swear to this day that right before I hung up I heard a demonic laugh faintly in the background of the phone call. I decided to check caller ID as soon as she’d gone. The number was ‘unknown’. Perhaps It was a prank? It was getting too sinister to be an everyday wrong-number situation.
The next evening I’d gotten in from school and my mother’s face was a pale white. She was sitting at the counter with a phone in her hand. She told me: “The woman called again. She asked for Mrs. G Barnett like she’d never spoken to me before and I had to hang up as I was starting to wonder whether it was that Ellie pranking us again. But as soon as I hung up on her mid-sentence, something screamed from underneath the floorboards.”
I didn’t really know what to say at all. Who was the woman asking for Mrs. G Barnett and why was she ignoring us when we told her she wasn’t here? My mother decided to consult the previous owner of the house. He was a kind, bubbly man and he got on well with my little brother when he visited. We chatted and had biscuits and then my mother launched the situation on him.
“Recently we’ve been getting repetitive calls to the house asking for a Mrs. G. Barnett. The woman sounded very well spoken…”
The man’s face went a pale blue and he coughed; biscuit crumbs flying onto the carpet. “I haven’t heard that name in 30 years.” he said.
We all looked at each other as if he was some sort of crazy psycho guy from a horror film. His words were true, though.
“I grew up in the house. My mum and dad gave me the house for my 20th birthday and I often let my girlfriend at the time move in. Each girl broke up with me in a terrible state because a woman had rung the phone whilst I was at work and asked for a Mrs. G Barnett. When my girlfriend had asked why, the woman always answered “He made love to her.” and the girlfriend had thought I was cheating on her, so I was lonely for a while. Then my fiancé moved in and I had told her about the haunting woman who asked for a G. Barnett on a daily basis. We moved when my fiancé fell pregnant.
We were all flabbergasted and disturbed by what we had heard. The next thing my mother and the previous owner did was to search the ownership records for the house. They scrolled down the page all the way into the 1960s and still there was no sign of a G. Barnett. However, my mother still wanted to check further and she did. It wasn’t til she’d reached the date 1929 that she’d come across the name “Mrs. Georgina Barnett, 1895-1940.” The record said she had lived in the house for 11 years before she had passed away aged 45. 11. Could that be what the woman down the phone was talking about? I raised the question: “The woman had mentioned a number 11?”
“Yes.” the man said. “There’s a room below the floorboards that was boarded up in the early 1920s called ‘room 11′. My mother and father used to tell me that there was a secret stairway from the walk in pantry down into the room and that the owner used to store stolen money in there. We never found a stairway.” We thanked the man for his time and he left abruptly.
We moved from the house as quickly as we could to the city and have not been bothered by the ghostly calls from 1929. Sometimes, though, I wonder what the woman wanted to talk about and really if there was beneath the floorboards, a room called number 11.
Sent in by Maddie, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com
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Maddie, I like your story a lot. Quite interesting….
If I were you, I will definately carry a good conversation with the woman on the phone and see what she wants. If she says—is that so and so, I’d say —-yes, what can I do for you and see how she acts.
same here
That was weird and I would like to investigate the rom 11 like try to find it and see what is up but then again with all the things that are happeningto youir family and you I dont think that its such a good idea now. But yea I do agree carry on a conversation with her and ask hertons of questions and try to keep her on the phone.
agree like ask her for a wiining lotto number!
Wow that’s pretty spooky, getting a phone call asking for a woman that had infact died long ago. I would of moved out too. Though if everything seemed so perfect and the place was beautiful/peaceful I would miss it.
that is definately creepy, i wonder wat is in “room 11″ if its real…and i kinda thought that was a lil funny bout wat happened to the guy yall got the house from, glad it dont happen no more, wouldnt mind investigatin that, findin “room 11″ might be fun lol
thats good you found out what it was.why wouldnt the guy tell you in the first place?just a heads up?do you know if anyone is living int the house?thanks for the story.
Because he wanted to sell the house. If he told everybody in this world what was going on there, then he would never sell it, right?
this was a errie story…reminded me of something but i cant place it exactly, i wonder why the woman told the man’s girlfriends he was cheating..perhaps the voice was attatched to him in someway, and about that room…anyways great story!!!
I just want to say if I live in this house and receive a phone call like that everyday, I will definately tell the old lady I am the person she wanted to talk to and see what she want to say. I am very curious what the old lady ghost wants.
i was thinking the same thing when i was reading the story.
You stole that out my mouth lol I was going to say that but you got it like just prented that she the Dead lady.
Very spooky.
Maddie,
I live in St. Francisville and was just curious to know which house this happened in?
“…a woman had rung the phone whilst I was at work and asked for a Mrs. G Barnett. When my girlfriend had asked why, the woman always answered “He made love to her.” This is farfetched, but…maybe the woman spirit calling was the wife of the man who was making love to Mrs. Barnett…and she was alerting the person who answered the phone of this. Also, Mrs. Barnett died at age 45 — was she murdered because of her philandering ways? Did the caller murder Mrs. Barnett for sleeping with her husband? My mind races!!!
My family and I discussed everything you’ve mentioned! I did wonder about these things but after a while I decided it wasn’t healthy; I began to frantically search the internet for things and got obsessed for a while. I also had nightmares for a long while after moving out, but everything is fine now.
Thank you to everyone for reading this and sharing your views!
To the person who lives in St. Francisville: I’d really like to share it with you but I wouldn’t like to upset the current owner of the house by presenting their address on the internet. I’m not sure who lives there now… I think my dad may have told me It was another family of four. I’ll let you know if I hear anything!
Maddie: Thank you for the reply. I understand not putting an address on here. Just thought maybe a landmark or maybe the name of the road it was on would be ok? If not, I would understand.
i really like this one! what a mystery. i wonder if the new tenants get the same phone calls?
Hmmm — is there such a thing as residual spirit phone calls? The woman does call and say the exact same thing every time.
….After a few awkward seconds I decided to reply: “No one by that name lives here. You have the wrong number…”
“Oh- I see- well if you do happen to see her please tell her that we need to urgently talk about 11. Thank you.” —- Not residual coz the spirit interacted with the writer.
great story it was real intresting. its a good thing no one got hurt
This was in fact a great STORY.. but that’s all it is, a story. Props to the author for a great imagination!
are you calling this story fake?
first of all this is creepy!.. and this cant be a residual haunting or calling coz the spirit interacted with the writer.. Great story tho..
that was a great story, i wouldov been very frightning…i wouldov never went back in that house
you should go back there!!!
Wow very Interest story, I like that story and By the way i live in Baton rouge but go to Francville to passing through there to Winnsboro to see my family there didn’t know there a House there Make me wish to check it out but i did gone to myltes Planation home there.
Thank you for shareing. Your story gave me chills. Makes one wonder how many wrong number calls we recive that we just shrug off and dont even think about it.