Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

When I was younger I spent the summers with my grandparents. They had bought a house in the mid 80′s and remodeled it so it could be lived in again, the house was built in 1920′s by a man named Peoples who lived down the road, he was still alive then but really old I remember my grandmother taking him plates of food on the holidays. He had warned my grandparents about the house. He had told them that it was built on bad ground, although this was never talked about with the kids I only found out about it after both of my grandparents had died, 20 or so years later.

My uncles and aunts had many things happen to them my mom spoke of something holding her down in bed, my uncle Jeff had heard ole time music and could not find the source. The house was on farm land and the noises could not have been neighbors.  My grandmother told of a old woman walking up and down the cellar steps (which was old with a stone foundation and a dirt floor then it was used for storage for potatoes and jars filled with food that was canned for the winter).

Like I said I knew none of this at the time only when I was older and both of my grandparents had both died had the family started talking about their different happenings in the house. My uncles Jeff had lived in the house until he died a few weeks ago, and he swore the house was haunted.

The thing that happened to me was in about 1983 I was 8 years old my grandmother always watched the 11 pm news and then went to bed. I was sleeping on the couch it was summertime and the windows were open my grandmother had just went to bed and I had just turned the TV off and was getting myself comfortable. I had just closed my eyes when I heard a movement right beside me when I opened my eyes there was a face right in front of mine with red eyes. I was terrified to say the least. I closed my eyes and buried my head into my pillow, I never opened my eyes I pulled all my covers on top of me, but I was freezing I could hear the thing around me but I wouldn’t open my eyes it never spoke I but I could hear it for some time.

Now I don’t know when I fell asleep but when I woke it was early morning and my grandfather was up getting ready for work. I was wet with sweat but had been freezing before. I told my grandfather what had happened and he never said a word just listened. I never spoke of it again but I was always scared of that house even after I was grown and been a ranger in the army a tough guy you might say but that house still scares the crap out of me.

Sent in by Brian Potter, Copyright 2010