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Pleasant Grove a Haunted City

Posted on June 19, 2011

My name is Megan, and i live in a haunted City.

I have lived in a little town called Pleasant Grove for over 15 years. I am 22 now, and have been dealing with paranormal ever since i can remember. I was six when my family and I moved here. Our first house was big and it looked just like all the other homes; play yard in the back, big beautiful trees, which our city is known for. We moved in excited, and ready to explore our new home.

The first night we slept there, my sisters and I were crammed into one of the bedrooms, since we hadn’t yet unpacked all of our stuff. My older sister, who was 11 at the time woke me up, saying that there was someone walking up and down the hallway. Me, being only 6 at the time started crying. My mom walked in upset that my sister had woken me up. Ever since that night the paranormal activity just got worse and worse.

Me and my siblings would tell my mom everything that happen. The cupboards and doors would open and close. The bathroom faucets would turn on by its self. Plates would be flung across the room and break. It started to get real scary when we were remodeling downstairs. We had some guys working on the bathroom when one of the men came running saying he swore he saw a tall dark man standing in front of him, and then he was gone. My younger sister, being 5 walked over to the bathroom door and shouted “Leave him alone” the man didn’t come back to work on our bathroom again.

I remember waking up from a bad dream one night, and not being able to breathe. I looked around me, and saw a pure black sheet all over me. The pressure on my chest was too much for me to bear.

My dad built a new home just in the backyard, and we finally moved out. Our new home doesn’t have much paranormal activity, but we still eventually have footsteps across the floor, or people talking. I have to have one of my laundry buckets up against my closet door, so i won’t be woken up from it opening and closing.

The paranormal activity in my home now doesn’t have a bad feeling like it did in my old house. It is just annoying. Just the other day I was getting ready for work and was walking up the stairs. when i looked up, there was small boy standing at the top of the stairs just staring at me. He looked to be probably 7 or 8. he had dark hair, and looked like an Indian. he didn’t saw anything and then flashed away as fast as lightning.

I used to work at a small, family owned grocery store. It was an old building. probably over 200 years old. I asked my boss if he knew what the building used to be before his family bought it. he said: “Well first it was a barber shop, and then they added onto the building and made it an Army reserve building. I remember sitting there on a slow day and hearing a lady talking. I walked around the store, but there was no one there, i asked my manager, Bridget, if anyone was in here. I told her i heard someone talking. She smiled and said: “We get a lot of ghost who used to shop here. They walk up and down the isles as if they were shopping” As she was telling me her experiences, we saw a can of beans fall to the ground. I worked there for almost 2 years, and had some sort of activity happen everyday. One day I was walking a gallon of milk to back when it was pushed out of hands. The store closed shortly after.

There is a park here that is known for it’s creepy happenings. One night Me and two of my sisters went up to investigate. We were told to go up after 10pm. As we started to cross the small bridge, we started hearing crying, scratching, and banging noises. We ran out of there so fast. The next morning, we went back up. There is a plaque that tells a story of an Indian woman who’s son died in the river. she was later killed in the same park. The park is called Kiwanis Park. i wouldn’t suggest going. I was overcome with a lot of fear. The feeling that was there was pure evil, and I’ll never go up there again.

These are my stories from living in a haunted city!

Sent in by Dolphin girl, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com




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