Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This is a continuation of the Haunted House in Greensburg, Pennsylvania, a true story.

I had been continuing to hear noises in the house everything from foot steps above every floor that I was on to items being moved around. Even though I was alone in the house, it felt like I was being watched by someone who stayed just out of sight. I was more intrigued than I was scared after I had gotten somewhat use to the weird things that had happened in the prior months.

After I had done the research on the house is when I became more interested in what was happening and I really wanted to see if I could find out as much as possible or maybe even help by making contact with whomever was there. I knew that a little girl and her mother and father were in there, but I was really wanting to help the girl and her mother most. After all from what I had read and seen it was the father who had took their lives in such a brutal way.

I would hear little sobs almost daily from the small room located at the back of the attic, which I discovered belong to the little girl. This room was directly above my youngest sons room and the stairs were located at the entrance to my sons room. He told me many times that he would hear noises from the attic, but I told him it was small rodents that were in there and he had nothing to fear. He never described to me the sounds he heard and I never asked him, I had just made the assumption of it being rats, mice or maybe the fact of it being an old house and they creek a lot from my experiences.

I was wanting to find out why things happened only between the months of April and June, like I mentioned in the beginning. The rest of the year was calm and nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. What I found out was that the killings had taken place during the month of May, but hauntings have a period of building up and then slowly fading away and that seems to sound logical to me.

I remember on one day that I came home after work and found pictures facing toward the wall and I had assumed that maybe the cat had knocked into a few of them. So I let it go at that, until a few hours later when I went upstairs and noticed as I went into the bedroom that a picture that was on the wall in the hallway was hanging backwards and then it hit me that the cat could not have done that, so I was now thinking that the kids had done it to play games with me after I told them of the things I had noticed about the ceiling fan being on with the switch off, and the slicing sounds with the knife that I had mentioned to my girlfriend.

It was at this time when my son came to me and he described the sounds that he had heard from the attic room, he had told me it sounded like someone whispering to him, but he could not make out what was being said, he was never scared from it and considered it a new friend as he told me. I never heard voices like he told me he had, I had only heard foot steps and slicing sounds and it was never racking at first to be alone and hear someone walking in the next level above my head and knowing that no one was home at the time.

I was only able to make contact when we held a séance in the attic and I had passed out for the second time and felt like I was not in my body anymore, but was someone else looking at my friends who were there and I could not control what was being said and that was the last time I had done anything like that again… I was afraid that I would have opened up something that I didn’t want to know about. It was very scary after that. I tried to stay calm and remain optimistic about what was happening, but I was now becoming not as comfortable has I had been earlier.

I continued to hear foot steps daily and on occasion my oldest son heard them also, but he is not a believer at all in the supernatural and he would say things like it was the neighbors walking around in their house which was adjacent to ours, but that didn’t explain it when they were not at home or that they seemed to stay one floor above me and every time I would go to the next level they would happen on the next level and always ended in the little girls room at the end of the attic. I continued to find things out of place almost everyday for those few months and then it was quiet again.

I was never able to help those spirits, but maybe my youngest sons friendship with the little girl gave her some peace, and maybe who ever lives there now has been able to help them. I do hope that who ever lives in that house now has a small child to befriend… the girl… and maybe her and her mother can find some peace at last.

Sent in by Chuck Thompson, Copyright 2010