Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

For the longest time I can remember my grandparents who are on my mothers side of the family, have owned this property outside of town. Its a old farm house, with the common barn, house, etc. I’m 16 now, but when I was little (around 4 or 5) my mom used to always take me over there to see them. Nothing paranormal or anything ever happened. Except for when I spent the night there for the first time.

It was my mothers wedding night, they were out partying at a hull they rented for after the ceremony. And it was 9 at night, my grandparents took me to there house so I could sleep. Its a 2 story house and I slept in the former attic that they cleared out; the previous owners left an abundance of stuff in there. The house was empty for about 10 years before they bought it and they already had it for a few years. The attic was on a slanted floor, tilted towards my bed which was at the back of the room against the small window at the back of the room.

They sent me to bed and I was laying there for 20 minutes or so and was almost asleep, it was completely silent in the house, then out of no where there was a bang. It wasn’t a massive bang, but enough to make you jump. I pulled the blankets up over my head, then there was the sound of a steal ball, rolling across the floor slowly. Then there was a steal thud against my bed (the frame of my bed was also steal), I jumped, and slowly leaned over my bed to look for the source of the noise. I found nothing, no ball or anything. so I got out of bed and walked to the door, just before I reached the door, the plastic rocking horse (it was red, white plastic horse that you’d sit and rock on, it was the only thing remaining that the former owners left in the attic, we through everything else out)started rocking by itself, I panicked and ran out the attic, around the corner and halfway down the giant flight of stairs.

It was a straight set of stairs, I was about 5 steps from the bottom when I heard scratching, like a dragging sound and someone say something. But I couldn’t make out what it said, I turned around and looked up the stairs to look for the sound. The rocking horse which was in my room was now at the top of the stair well, rocking back and forth at the top. it stopped rocking all of a sudden, and turned towards me, tilted forward and sat there; looking directly at me. I screamed and ran as fast as I could to the living room. My grandparents were there and they could see I was scared so they let me sleep with them.

The next morning I walked downstairs and walked past the grandfather clock my grandparents found at the house in the cellar. I almost walked by it when it started dinging, I jumped, them too a deep breath. I looked at it and I almost didn’t notice the reflection of a little boy in the glass; he was looking out from behind a door that lead to the porch about 6 feet behind me. My heart stopped dead in my chest, I turned around and there was nothing there. Then he appeared and disappeared within a second. I yelled and ran to my grandparents, I asked them to get my mom to come pick me up and they called her, but she couldn’t come right away. I had to stay till the evening, I was nervous but what could I do?

After getting out of the house for a bit, we returned to the house, my grandmother was doing work in the garden and asked me to go to the barn so I could get her a pair of sheers to trim the bushes. So I went to the barn, walked in the door. It was dark inside and there was no lights, after fumbling around for awhile in all the tools and garbage I got the sheers; I was about to leave when I heard weeping. I stopped and listened and I heard a woman crying, it was coming up from the hayloft. Then I heard a man start talking to her, I couldn’t make out what they were saying cause they were speaking French and I don’t know French. The woman said something then the man raised his voice. Scared, I ran out of the barn and went to my grandmother, I was about to tell her what happened but my mom pulled in the driveway. We spent another 5 minutes there before we left.

Those were the scariest 30 hours of my life. A few years ago, after my grandparents moved out I looked up the history of the house. It was built by a French family in 1867 who started a plantation on the property. The family had a baby and it was doing great, but when it was just 2 weeks old it died. The wife was so upset about it, she spent hours in the barn where she used to go to clear her mind. She blamed the husband for the child’s death and said she was going to the court to have him arrested; he got angry and they argued. He snapped and murdered his wife with a farming instrument. Throughout the years there were a lot of deaths on the property ranging from illnesses to murders.

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