In 1984 my brother was a senior at Woodstock High, located in Woodstock, Illinois.� He had two months before been in the hospital because a man named J. Greenham had beat him brutally until he ended up in the hospital near death. But he pulled through and ended up getting a blue dodge charger from our dad Richard for his 17th birthday present. It was a 69 charger with a hemi.
Sean took me, my mom and my little sister Carol riding in his car.� Sean became very daring, while driving he passed a semi truck with us in it and barely made it. Later that week an Illinois State Trooper drove to my parent’s house and told my step father Richard, “his son was taking chances.”� I told my brother to stop driving like that, he told me to shut up.
Me and Richard my step dad did not get along especially because he did not like Ken my boyfriend so I moved out. On January 7, 1984 I ended up at the Woodstock Motel. Me and Ken struggled to find work and a daily meal.� We had some friends in another room and we hung out.� But one night I feel asleep and ended up in a semi sleep state.� Then I woke up, I woke up seeing my soul rise above my body.� My soul was floating above my body.� I saw Ken sleeping next to my body. I heard a buzzing noise.� My soul levitated for about four hours in a this state.� I was screaming but no one could here me.� I was screaming in a spirit world not of this world so no one could hear. My soul finally went into my body and I went to sleep.
When I woke up Ken I told him what happened but he could not seem to comprehend what had happened to me. On January 14 1984 at about 4pm I got an urgent knock at my motel door. It was the Asian owner, “you have a phone call it’s a family emergency.”� I ran to the phone.� Richard, my step dad, was on the other end crying. He said Sean your brother died in a car accident.� My mind went into shock.
Marene Lanz drove to the motel about half an hour later.� She drove me about 10 miles out of town to my parent’s house.� When I arrived at my parent’s house it was so surreal. My mind was in a fog.� The house looked like a funeral parlor.� Everyone was crying.
My dad was really flipping out.� He drove into town and he picked up a hitchhiker. The hitchhiker came and spent the night. Richard came into my room and said they were gonna do a s�ance.� I told him not to.� I thought they were crazy. I did not believe in spirits or anything like that.� I fell asleep.
The next day I heard footsteps outside my bedroom window.� I opened up the window and there was no one there.� Ken and Carol said they also heard the footsteps in the snow. I went outside in the January snow and there were no foot prints.
That night I fell asleep in my sister’s room and I heard banging, and loud moans, and doors slammed and shut.� I could heard all kinds of spiritual activity.� I asked the other family members if they heard anything, they said no. Only my mother smelled toast being made with no one there.�� The haunting went on for about six months.
I finally gathered enough courage to go into my brother’s bedroom. The room looked like he had never left.�� I opened the door and it smelled like blood and death.� There was his desk and bed just the way he left it. There was a garbage bag. So I opened it up and it had Sean’s bloody clothes in it.� The parts and pictures of the smashed car were in his room.� I think the hitchhiker told them to put that stuff in Sean’s room to bring up his spirit.
I begged my parent’s to get the clothes and car parts out of his bedroom.� Then that night I fell asleep.� In the dream Sean was lying in his brown coffin with the lid open.� He sat up in the coffin.� He said Carri where am I?� I told him Sean you died in a car accident.�� He started crying. “No I can’t be dead I’m only 17.”� I told him again I was sorry but he was dead.� He shut the coffin and then I woke up the next morning. The haunting finally stopped.
We finally moved out of that house but my step dad bought a house about a half mile down the road.� His reason for doing this is he could never leave his son’s spirit alone.� My dad died several years later in the house near Jankowski road.� He lived on route 14. When he died his house was foreclosed and developers grabbed the house.� But in all that rush for greed what the developer did not realize was that the two houses are haunted.� I’m sure my dad and brother are haunting those two properties in Woodstock. Those two houses are spiritually connected.
One of the houses is on Jankowski Road the other is about one fourth of a mile from the other house, both properties are haunted.
Sent in by Carri, Copyright 2008 TrueGhostTales.com