Submitted to us by Mandy
This story is very true. My Aunt had moved into a house in Louisa Kentucky, it was beautiful.
One summer I went up there to visit her and my cousins. When I got there my cousins were in school, so I was helping my aunt clean her living room. Well, she was dusting the TV and the pictures on top of the TV.
When we were done we went into the kitchen to get a snack and a drink. After I had gotten my drink I followed my aunt back into the living room. When I looked up the pictures we had just got done cleaning were all laying in the floor and some were even laying on the couch. We just looked at each other. They were all laying face down so you couldn’t see the picture. So we picked them back up and sat down and finished our snack.
While we were sitting there she started telling me stuff that had happened to her while she was living there. She said she had just gotten home from work and her 2 daughters were home and they were fighting and wrestling and they had heard their dad yell at them to calm down. So they went into the kitchen to find him and he wasn’t there. They looked around the house to see if they could find him and they couldn’t. They called his cell phone and he answered it and they asked him where he was and he said he was still at work and that he would be there in about 30 minutes.
In their back yard there was a family graveyard but there was only 5 tombstones and they were all broken up so you couldn’t see what they said on them. That’s just what we insisted on it to be – a family graveyard.