True Ghost Tales

From the time I was born or the ever since I can remember my family and I lived in a house in The Dalles Oregon. It was a three story house with a basement the main floor and a attic. The main floor is about 10 feet off the ground since most of the basement was above ground and the house set on top of it. I was born in a kinda of a small town/city in Eastern Oregon about 300 miles east of Portland. (The time and type of town where you could leave your doors unlocked and open at night in the summer without the worry that people would come in it was just something everyone did.) It was the early eighties back when Michael Jackson was King of Pop, and MTV actually played music. Along with Pee Wee’s play house. I’m sure you get the picture.

Anyway about the time I was 3 or 4 I would wake up in the middle of the night to wake my mom up to get me something to drink since I was not tall enough to obtain glasses and reach the sink. My brother and I shared a bedroom at the back of the house that had a bathroom between our room and my parents room. So I would go through both doors and go into my parents bedroom and wake my mom up to get something to drink.

Well a few nights when I first crossed the threshold of the second door and into my parents bedroom I stopped cold in my tracks and my heart began to race from an image outside of the second window in my parents room on my dad’s side of the bed. The image at the window was that of a glowing white skeleton that seemed to be missing it’s head. I was frightened to move for a few moments but at that time seemed like forever. Then once I could gain movement I ran as fast as I could the short distance to my moms side of the bed and shook her as fast as I could and when I looked up the thing was gone. Remember at the beginning when I mentioned the height of the main floor.

I don’t know how something other than a ghost could over at the window which itself was at least a foot to two feet off the ground. So in total would be 11 – 12 feet off of the ground. A while later after the first encounter after some uneventful nights of waking my mom for something to drink I became calm and after not seeing anything for awhile I began to think that maybe I just imagined it. Then one night as usual I woke in the middle of the night as was routine and went to my parents room and again was frightened to see a big glowing white oblong shaped head with big black eyes and a small mouth at the same window that the previous thing had appeared. (It wouldn’t be till many years later that what I had seen resembled almost exactly the many depictions of what aliens look like.) Again once I could move I raced to my mom and woke her up and again the thing at the window disappeared when I looked up after my mom was awake.

Now about a year or so after that my sisters got new bunk beds since my little sister was getting older and able to have her own bed but the beds wouldn’t fit into their room at the front of the house by the front porch. So we had to have our beds to their room at the front of the house and they would have our room at the back of the house.By now I was about 5 – 6. Still in the habit of asking my mom for drinks every now and then not every night anymore. : P I would wake up and not wanting to traverse in the darkness of the living room and then to my parents room. I would just turn on our bedroom light and open the door and call my mom until she came.(My brother could sleep through anything even when one time the bunkbed fell on him when we had switched bunks.) Well a few times after she had given me a drink and I was 100% positive my mom had turned off the light when I was tucked back in my bed.

I would wake up with a weird feeling and the light would be back on then I would run really fast and turn it back on cause I was a little spooked. I thought at first it was my brother but I would look up at my brother on the top bunk and he would be snoring away. I would even call his name to see if he was just faking but he wouldn’t wake up and kinda of just mumbled in his sleep and kept snoring.

Then one hot summer night I was awakened to some really creepy voices that at first I couldn’t tell where they were coming from but they started to get clearer and clearer. Saying in a ghostly creepy voice ” Cccchrrrissss Ccchrisss we have the piano that you ordered.” This kept repeating till I found the source was coming from the front porch and I looked out the one window in our room which is on the right of the front door from the inside but would be on the left if you were on the outside.

I could see the area in front of the front door by looking at an angle on the far right of the window looking left and I saw two ghostly apparitions solid white with dark outlines where a shirt and pants would be and my heart started beating even faster. As they repeated the same thing again and got to the part about the piano that I ordered and I just thought to myself what piano? Then this bright white piano with black and white keys appeared on the porch out of thin air. At this point I’m freaked out of my mind not only were there two ghosts on our porch that new my name and could make a piano appear out of thin air at exactly the same time I was asking what piano, (mind reading ghosts) but I also remembered that it was the summer time. I remembered that our front door was not locked and slightly ajar fortunately not completely open. As I was contemplating running to the door to close it and lock it the piano vanished and the two ghosts started laughing then they turned and ran down the porch steps and then to the sidewalk and into the middle of the street and went left toward the stores across the street but still running down the middle and then they disappeared.

When my older brother older sister, little sister and I would be alone in the house or if my dad was in the basement building models. We would hear footsteps and noises in the attic with nobody up there. The only way to get into the attic was through a small trap door in my parents closet which I’ve seen my parents closet and they had boxes stacked to the ceiling. So not a easy place to get up there unless you made a huge mess.

The other entrance is on the back porch which was another door in the ceiling that you would need a ladder to reach. I never went up there the whole time we lived there and my dad rarely went up there, and neither did the my brother or sisters. so this would freak us out quite a bit.

Then one night out of the blue toward the middle of the night my dad woke up everyone in the house because he couldn’t find his RCA adapters for his VCR. My dad liked to record movies off HBO and Showtime at night so we could all watch them later. He would record two to three movies on blank tapes that you could buy back then. We had hundreds of movies after many years of him doing this.

I still don’t know why he needed them or what they were for but I believe it was the red and white adapters or they both may have been white. Anyway my dad had a temper and this was back when parents still believed in spanking and whipping you and my dad was no exception. All of us in fear of a spanking and all of us looking at each other with questioning gazes to see who was dumb enough to take them and piss off dad but when each of us looked at each other with that sibling knowing question we all shook our heads. Finally after literally turning everything upside down in the house after searching for hours the last place we looked was under my little sisters dresser and back in the far right corner underneath my little sisters dresser there were the adapters.

Now like I said us kids were not dumb enough to piss off dad but again none of us were strong enough to lift up my little sisters dresser alone. Since it was quite heavy. My dad who is 6’4 and quite muscular at the time had a bit of difficulty lifting it with adrenaline running through him since he was already irate. So I thought whatever the entity was that kept turning my light back on when my mom used to turn it off after giving me something to drink played a joke and got us into trouble.

One of my dads birthday’s we had went to the pound to get him a dog with my mom. He got a little Chihuahua that we named Chico. Now this little dog was little but had a lot of bark but no bite. Anyone came to the door he went crazy barking and barking and barking till the person went away. Like wise after my sisters and my brother switched rooms again and we were back in the back room across from my parents room. Chico would be sleeping at the bottom of my parents bed with his own blanket from the bed draped over the back for him to lay on. Being the middle of the night and me tiptoeing into my parents bedroom in the middle of the night he thought I was a burglar.

Then he would start barking and wake my mom up my dad would just sleep through it but this eliminated the need for me to go to my and shake her to wake her up. After Chico would hear me whisper his name and told him to be quite he would recognize my voice and quite down so he wouldn’t wake anyone else up.

Well one night I had a dream in which I had just let Chico out the back door since he was scratching the screen to go out which is usually the sign that he needs to go to the bathroom. So I let him out and went back into the living room and went back to what I was watching on T.V. A few minutes later I hear a little dog yelping like he’s in pain coming from the street out front. I thought that it couldn’t be Chico since I let him out the back. Just in case I ran to the front screen door and looked out in the street and seen Chico laying in the middle of the street. So I ran to the basement and yelled to my dad that some how Chico got out into the street and that he had been hurt. So my dad went running out to the street and the next thing I knew he was carrying Chico in with blood dripping and his tail was bent the wrong way from the top and seemed to be hanging by some skin. (My dad rushed him to the vet but back then there was nothing they could do and they had to put him to sleep. A Cable truck not seeing Chico laying in the middle of the road catching some rays ran over his tail bone.)

A while after this dream and forgetting it as a nightmare which most of us don’t remember for much longer after we wake up what our dreams were about. I got this weird feeling when I was sitting in the living room watching T.V. When at the back door Chico started scratching at the backdoor like he always does nothing unusual but yet I still had this strange feeling and like I had done this before but still not remembering the dream I hesitated on letting him out. Then he just looked up at me with his brown eyes like hey are you going to let me out so I can pee or not. I couldn’t resist even with this weird feeling. So I let him out and all the things in the dream played out with me just feeling like I was in a daze. Being that young I didn’t know I had just experienced my first case of deja vu. Except it was more like a premonition but since what I had dreamed came true except that I didn’t remember the dream until afterward. Since then I’ve had many dreams that I’ve gotten that feeling later on that I had done this before and have even been able to predict exactly what someone was going to say and say it in my head a few seconds before they say it. As like a directors sometimes do in a play behind stage saying the words before the actors do.

I’ve had few experiences since leaving that house but not as much as I had when I lived there during those years. I hope you all have enjoyed these true stories that I have told to friends and family since they happened and now sharing it with you all. My apologies for any misspellings or typos but I only have a few more minutes till I’m done for the night for work. I may submit some more stories in the future. Thanks again for looking and sharing your stories as well.

Written by Chris Loffler, Copyright 2009