The Haunted Mansion

September 8, 2008

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I’m now 36, this happened a long time ago I’ve never really told anyone my story except for my husband Richard, but I think its about time. All of this is true but its your opinion against mine.

I was eleven when I started to realize weird things in my aunt Lorain’s house but no-one ever believed me. My aunt’s house was old and had been built in the middle of a forest where they had a well where they tested witch chronicles. Okay, so lets get started.

I gave a smile as I walked into my aunt Lorain’s mansion, she had lived there for seven months now and she seemed to be fitting in quite nicely. I looked up at the ceiling and saw two beautiful glass lights that sparkled over the whole room, they were my fathers. My father passed when I was eight. My father and aunt were very close and he left his most centered possessions to her.

“Come in my darling, come in” Aunt Lorain said as she grasped my shoulder, “Uncle Chris is in the sitting room.” She patted my head and then pointed to the living room. I smiled and then walked on. Looking through the glass door I could see my uncle sitting on the sofa watching the TV. I didn’t really get on with my uncle so I avoided him as much as possible. “Lorain, I’m going to put my bags in the guest bedroom” I said whilst walking up the stairs. She nodded at me and then carried on chatting to my mother.

I walked slowly trying not to wake my Aunt’s baby who was fast asleep in her crib on the landing. I walked in to the spare room and put my bags down, and that’s where the weirdness began.

“Night Lorain,” I said kissing her check, “sweet dreams Chris,” I said whilst walking away from him. I headed up the stairs for bed when I heard little creaks from the crib on the landing. Lilly, my aunts baby was moving around in it, she seemed very distressed “Aunt Lorain!” I said running back down the stairs “Lilly’s not sleeping very well, she’s moving about everywhere in her crib.” I said to my aunty. “Emma, Lilly’s in her room fast asleep, your tired, your imagining things, go get into bed” she spoke to me in a way as if I was crazy. I walked back up the stairs heading for bed and as I looked in the crib, Lilly wasn’t there. Maybe I was imagining it. I reassured my self.

After that I was more aware of weird going ons in that house. One time I went down stairs for breakfast when an old man was standing in the kitchen. I didn’t know him but I thought he might have been a neighbor, he had a short beard and string glasses around his neck “I want to go home, I want to go home” he repeated over and over. I ran into the sitting room and closed the door. No-one else was in and I had to look after the house, so it was my job to get the man out of the kitchen. I walked back in and saw him standing in the same position “I want to go home” he said again. “Who are you? Why are you here,” I asked him from the other end of the room. “I want to go home, Jim Cowlin wants to go home,” he said again and with that he walked out the backdoor.

I locked the door and went into the sitting room to see where he was going. The man was standing in the middle of the garden, he smiled and with a blink he disappeared. I couldn’t believe it, my heart raced faster and faster, I thought I was going to drop dead.

“What do you mean you want to go home?” my aunt said whilst looking at me confused “I just don’t feel right, I want to go home,” I said to her pretending to be missing my mum. “Okay I’ll give her a ring, go check on Lilly for me please.” My aunt said walking over to the phone, “Alone?” I blurted out. “Yeah,” she said giving me another confused look. I was terrified to walk past the kitchen to Lilly’s room ever since the experience I had but I pulled my nerve together and walked to my little cousins room. There she was fast asleep in her crib, “she’s fine!” I called out.

As I walked out of her room I heard my uncle Chris shout. I raced in and asked him what was wrong. He was watching the news and I sat next to him. “They’ve found the body Lor!” he called out. “Who’s body?” I asked interested. “Just this bloke he went missing on his way back from the pub about three weeks ago,” my uncle said. “Yes yes, but what’s his name?” I asked. “Um, Jim something I think.” “Jim Cowlin?” I cried. “Yeah, yeah that’s it,” my uncle said smiling, “What’s wrong ‘em?” he asked looking at me. I didn’t answer. “Emma your mum’s on her way, aw maybe next time love,” my aunt Loran said walking into the room. “I want to go now, please” I burst into to tears and fell onto the floor.

My Aunt cooled me down with a drink and within the next 35 minutes my mum had arrived. I jumped in the car as fast as I could. “Thanks Lorain,” I called out. My mum said thanks and then got in the car. As we drove down the road I saw a man chopping wood in the forest. As I watched he looked at me and started running away. I was confused and then I looked at my mum. “You know Ems, there’s a story about a wood cutter who died in the lake over there whilst running away from savages!” I looked at her and my heart started pounding.

Well since then I have took up tarating and I’m quite good but I’m glad to say my aunt sold her house and apparently 14 people have sold it since! It’s good to get this out of my system. Thank you so much for reading. it means alot.

Written by Emma, Copyright 2008 TrueGhostTales.com

Rating 3.50 out of 5

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Comments

7 Responses to “The Haunted Mansion”

  1. willz on September 8th, 2008 6:54 pm

    That was a good story. But It seems a bit too much of a coincidence that you would see this man just before your mum tells you there is a tale about a man who was killed in the woods.

  2. ghost_girl on September 8th, 2008 7:28 pm

    Wow, I really think it is better when you tell people about things like this. I did to my friends and family and I was less scared.

  3. Warrior Priestess on September 9th, 2008 1:27 am

    ewwe, gross…. **Wink** The strange thing is that not too far from the house i live in now there was a guy who died in his truck alongside the road, he pulled over to sleep and died for breathing in fumes because he left his heater on and he died that way. it took a week before they looked in the truck and found he was dead. It was next to a big patch of woods (Nolonger there now) and before these woods were plowed over and deforestated, the most evil dark vibes came from that forest as soon as the sun began to go down, and God only knows what it would have been like at night. Its weird that you saw this stuff before you heard about it, its called a premonition, you were also seeing the past before you were told of it in the present.

    PLease write about any other newer expiriences youve had, i’m interested in hearing them.

  4. nate on September 11th, 2008 4:21 am

    the way u said it it sounded unreal but i belive al ghost stories no matter wat

  5. CMF on September 24th, 2008 5:15 pm

    I dont buy it.

  6. Stephy on September 25th, 2008 2:40 am

    Something about it seems unreal. I am not saying it isn’t real, I am saying that you have it a little too detailed for something that happened long ago. I must admit though, it was very well written, something I tend to do, people say my story was too detailed, but I had it written the night after it happened, I didn’t want to forget the weirdness of that night. But I can’t say if it’s a lie or not, I wasn’t the one to go through it.

  7. cindy on October 11th, 2008 10:06 pm

    good story.glad to see an adult write a story.usually it seems alot of kids write about when they were little(they still are!) and it’s a little harder to believe them.so i usually weed through the stories by stopping reading when i come across stories that start off as”when i was little” me and my brother/sister”,iam now 17″,when i was at my grandmas,”me and my friends in school”etc.
    maybe they should make a section just for teens.so we know not to read them hehehe.yes i know it may seem “mean” but i assure you it isn’t that at all.

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