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Ghost

Stories...

The Really Strange Stuff...

Story By: Nelle (E-Mail Address Withheld)

Dear Barry,

Hello, my name is Nelle. I'm a Colorado native living up north now, but I'd like to tell you of my experience. First, the backround of the house I'm talking about: It's in a small town on the northeastern plains of Colorado. I don't know when it was built, but I do know it was at least very early 1900's, if not late 1800's. It was moved about five blocks from it's original location somewhere in the 1910's. At one time it was owned by a dr. who also had his office in the home, as well as living in it. My great aunt bought it in the '40's and had it partitioned off into three separate apartments (two small ones down, one large up) for extra income. My uncle bought it from her in the '60's or '70's, and then my parents bought it and remodeled it back into a single family dwelling in 1987. They sold it and moved to the Front Range (not because of the ghost) in 1996.
I myself lived in the downstairs part of the house in 1986, though I didn't see anything strange and the only things I heard could've been explained. One night I thought I heard someone say my name just after I had gotten into bed, but of course, no one else was in the house. Another time, a friend of mine and I heard a woman scream. It seemed to come from directly below the window that faces the alley in my bedroom, but we didn't see anyone out there.
The really strange stuff started happening after my parents bought the house. In 1991 I was going thru a divorce, so my parents offered my two kids and I the upstairs apartment since they were still working on remodeling the downstairs area of the house. One night, about a week after we'd moved in, I came home from work very tired and stressed. I put my son to bed and sat on the couch next to my daughter, who was doing homework. I had the ceiling light in the living room on so my daughter could see, but it was bothering my son (it was a straight shot from the living room to the bedroom with just a closet type hallway between the two). He kept complaining that he couldn't sleep w/ the light on, and it was grating on my nerves (I was soooo stressed!). Finally I told my daughter to go shut off the "big" light and I scooted over to turn on the lamp next to the couch. She crossed the room, and right as she was reaching for the switch, there was a big crashing noise, like something was falling thru the ceiling. At the same time, the light itself went out. I think my daughter screamed and I remember covering my head instinctively. After a couple of seconds I realized nothing was going to flatten my head so I turned on the lamp and looked up. The light fixture was an older type that was held in place by three chains connected to the ceiling- only now it was hanging on by one chain, swinging wildly back and forth! I had expected to see the lightbulb shattered (the noise had been deafening), but it wasn't- just burnt out. My daughter asked me in a shaky voice, "What was that?" I didn't know what to tell her.
One day I was upstairs alone while my parents took my kids on some errands. I was sitting there reading a book (didn't have a tv upstairs at the time) when I heard them come home. I thought they were back kind of early for all the things they needed to do, but I figured my parents would send the kids up in a minute. I waited, and noticed I couldn't hear the voices and footsteps downstairs anymore. So I went down the stairs and the door at the bottom that connects the stairway to the dining room was shut- we always left it open. Not only was it shut, but it was locked. And this door could only be locked from the downstairs side by a sliding bolt lock. I was a little perturbed and figured they must have come home to drop something off and one of the kids must've shut and locked the door on me before they left again. So I had to go out the side door and around to the front door to unlock it. When they finally came home, I asked if they'd been home a little while earlier- but both Mom and Dad swore they hadn't. And all of us are positively sure that door had been open when they left.
The ghost obviously had a thing about doors, because it tried to lock my mom out of the house one day. She was watching the kids for me while I worked, and she took them to the backyard to play. There was a screen door on the back which was very old and only locked by a hook and eye closure. She needed to go in for some reason, but the screen door wouldn't budge. She thought at first it was just stuck, so she went around front and went in. But when she checked the backdoor, it was actually locked- the hook was hooked tightly into the eye part. No one else was home at the time, and when she told me when I got home, I figured the hook had gotten accidently jarred into the eye- but I messed with the darn thing for half and hour and finally concluded that there was no way it could have done it by itself. You actually had to pull the door as tight as you could for the hook to go in.
We heard voices- my mom and I were in the kitchen one day and distinctly heard my dad call to her to "come here". Not once, but twice. I said, "Mom, Dad's calling for you." She said, "I know, I heard." She walked into the living room where he was and asked what he wanted- and he gave her a funny look. Even when both Mom and I told him what we'd heard, he swore he never said anything at all.
Then there was the shelving unit that had leaned up against the bathroom wall that suddenly tipped forward (with no help- at least none that I could see!) for no apparent reason, the screw that fell from absolutely nowhere in the middle of the kitchen, and the constant feeling of being watched or of someone else in the room even when you knew you were alone, especially in the upstairs area.
One little postscript: When the house was apartments, it seems that everyone and their dog either lived there or knew someone who did, and when people found out my parents had bought it, I got asked quite a bit if I thought it was haunted. Seems other people had weird stuff happen there too. My parents actually rented the downstairs apt. when I was a tiny baby for a couple months, and Mom says that the upstairs tennants told her stories of things dissappearing for days and then reappearing in odd places, a plant constantly being moved from one spot to another while they were gone, and cold spots. My parents didn't put too much stock in it until one night they were awakened by their dog, who was standing in the middle of their bed, nose pointed to the ceiling, howling like crazy. After that experience and living in the house for years, my parents now believe there are ghosts- and I don't doubt it either.

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