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Atropos4 · 05-26-2003, 02:31 PM

When a lot of wierd stuff was happening to us kids when I lived at home my dad finally researched the house. He found out that a funeral home used it to stored coffins...kinda creepy..

When we first moved there I was five years old. My sister made friends with "Herman" her "imaginary friend." Very real. She told us he had two kids. Those kids played all kinds of pranks on us. There are 3 bedrooms upstairs, two in the back where the attic used to be. One day my sister and I were playing house in one of those back bedrooms and we wanted to go down and play outside. The only thing is the door wouldn't open to the bedroom. Now this door doesn't latch. At all, and still doesn't. You can open it by just tapping it with your index finger. Anyways, the door would open a little and then slam shut again. The only other person at the house was my mom and she was downstairs watching tv. We starting screaming and crying and suddenly the door just opened and let us out. Really freaked us out.

I always felt and seen spirits when I worked in the basement of my work. (nursing home) One of them a male would freak me out a little. But only because he would run behind me or stand just behind me when I was washing my hands. I talked to him. He would also watch me fold linen. One time I thought one of the other workers was standing across the room (I didn't look up) and I started talking to her. She didn't answer me. I looked up and he dissapeared. Kinda startled me and I told him so. That happened after I hadn't seen him for awhile. I've only seen him once or twice since I switched jobs within the home. .

My mother told me that when I was a baby we lived in gheto neighborhood in Houston. She saw my grandma (who died when my mom was 6) twice. Once she was leaning in the crib and gave me a kiss and the other she was hovering over my aunt Missy. A couple of years ago my sister lost a baby after carrying it for four months. Back home she was laying on the couch stareing into the kitchen and then she saw what turned out to be gramma holding a little blonde baby boy. She told my sister (through feeling) that he was ok now and that everything would be ok.
sorry so long...Many more if you'd like to hear them.

05-26-2003, 02:31 PM	#46 (permalink)
Atropos4 Think about it Location: North Carolina	When a lot of wierd stuff was happening to us kids when I lived at home my dad finally researched the house. He found out that a funeral home used it to stored coffins...kinda creepy.. When we first moved there I was five years old. My sister made friends with "Herman" her "imaginary friend." Very real. She told us he had two kids. Those kids played all kinds of pranks on us. There are 3 bedrooms upstairs, two in the back where the attic used to be. One day my sister and I were playing house in one of those back bedrooms and we wanted to go down and play outside. The only thing is the door wouldn't open to the bedroom. Now this door doesn't latch. At all, and still doesn't. You can open it by just tapping it with your index finger. Anyways, the door would open a little and then slam shut again. The only other person at the house was my mom and she was downstairs watching tv. We starting screaming and crying and suddenly the door just opened and let us out. Really freaked us out. I always felt and seen spirits when I worked in the basement of my work. (nursing home) One of them a male would freak me out a little. But only because he would run behind me or stand just behind me when I was washing my hands. I talked to him. He would also watch me fold linen. One time I thought one of the other workers was standing across the room (I didn't look up) and I started talking to her. She didn't answer me. I looked up and he dissapeared. Kinda startled me and I told him so. That happened after I hadn't seen him for awhile. I've only seen him once or twice since I switched jobs within the home. . My mother told me that when I was a baby we lived in gheto neighborhood in Houston. She saw my grandma (who died when my mom was 6) twice. Once she was leaning in the crib and gave me a kiss and the other she was hovering over my aunt Missy. A couple of years ago my sister lost a baby after carrying it for four months. Back home she was laying on the couch stareing into the kitchen and then she saw what turned out to be gramma holding a little blonde baby boy. She told my sister (through feeling) that he was ok now and that everything would be ok. sorry so long...Many more if you'd like to hear them. __________________ Minds are like parachutes. They work better open. "If I were Hermione, I would have licked his pantleg."