When Junior and I first got married, we moved in with my in-laws Ethlene and Franklin. Every night when we went to bed I would hear the sound of organ or funeral music coming from our bedroom closet. It was a very eerie sound. This was very odd, because in that same closet my mother in law kept clothing and personal possessions of family members that had passed away in her family. The music would immediately start playing as soon as I turned off the bedroom light. If woke up my husband for him to hear it, it would then stop. I discussed this with my father, because he was very knowledgeable about the supernatural. He told me as long as the belongings to the deceased stayed in that closet I would probably continue to hear the music, he also believed that the spirits knew they were getting to me and would eventually drive me crazy if we didn't either remove the items or move out of that house. We ended up talking about it and decided it would be best if we moved out and in with my parents for a while until we could find an apartment. One evening we decided to go to the fair, when we got home, we found our bedroom completely upside down. The bed was destroyed into pieces and everything in that room was just scattered about everywhere. The rest of the house was fine, so we knew that it couldn't have been someone breaking in, or else they would of tampered with the rest of the house. We ended up leaving the house that night and moved in with my parents. We only went back briefly to gather our things.

    The events I'm about to tell you basically started when my father in law Franklin died. Ethlene (my mother in law) decided to have his body transported to Georgia to be buried there. The night before Franklin was to be transported...turned out be a very unusual evening. Her brother came down with his herse. He parked it outside in the front yard, with Franklin safely locked inside a coffin. The first thing that happened was, some family members had driven their camper down to transport Ethlene and the kids, and also to follow the herse back to Georgia. Her family members were outside in the camper, getting everything ready for bed, they had decided they would sleep out there that night. Ethlene called them in for dinner, just as they got up to the front door they heard a loud explosion. They turned around to see what was going on and saw the camper on fire. They immediately called the fire department. After the firemen finally put the fire out, the fire chief showed up to investigate the cause of the fire. He told Ethlene and the family that he'd never seen anything like it before. He said when he entered the camper, everything was destroyed except a blanket that had obviously been laying on the bed at the
time. He said it was completely in tact, not burned or singed in any way. It was up on the ceiling of the camper as though it were attached somehow. He also could not find any cause for the fire, he said in these exact words "This whole thing has me baffled" Later that same evening, Ethlene and a neighbor Irene were in the kitchen late, talking. Brenda (Franklin's daughter) came walking into the kitchen where they were at. In a very deep, strange voice, different from her own, she looked at them both and said "Don't talk about my father that way!" Ethlene replied "We're not saying anything bad about your daddy". The next morning Ethlene woke up to what sounded like Brenda talking to someone in the kitchen. When she went to the to the kitchen, she found Brenda sitting at the table. Ethlene asked her who she'd been talking to and Brenda replied "Daddy". Ethlene told her that her father was dead, and she couldn't have possibly been talking to him. Brenda insisted she had and said that his face was covered with all kinds of makeup or paint. Later, Ethlene told her brother (who drove the herse) about what Brenda had said, he told her that was very odd, because the funeral home hadn't had time to embalm him, so in order to preserve the body, they had to put lots of makeup all over his face.

    After Ethlene got back from Georgia with the girls, she decided to stay a while in the house. She would call us all hours of the night to come pick her up because strange things were happening in the house that scared her. One night when she called us, she told us that someone was in the house throwing pots and pans all over the kitchen. When we pulled up in the drive way, we saw a man with a jacket on, walking in the screen room and into the kitchen. But the area we saw him walk to, there wasn't a door there. When we got to the porch, no one was there. We went inside and Ethlene had locked herself in her bedroom and wouldn't come out because she was so scared. We looked in the kitchen and didn't see any pots and pans laying any where.

    On another occasion, strange things started happening.....ghostly encounters, that scared her and when she went to leave, her car wouldn't start. When she opened the hood she found that someone or something had removed the cables from the battery so she couldn't leave. She ended up selling us the house and moving back to Georgia.

    We didn't move into the house right away, because so many things had happened there and I was too scared to live there. For a brief time, my sister Regina lived in the house. After about a year, Regina said nothing unusual happened so we decided to move in.

    One evening we were working in the living room, laying linoleum and the front door swung open. We thought maybe it wasn't closed all the way and the wind blew it open. Junior went over and closed it. A few minutes later the door swung open again. Junior went back to the door, closed it and this time he shook it real hard to make sure it was closed nice and tight and remarked "Now I know it's closed this time, let's see it open again!" We went back to working and with in a few minutes, the door swung open again!

    For years, nothing ever really happened other than odd noises here and there, that we just brushed off. But one afternoon for no apparent reason it just started all back up. I was outside working in the backyard with the kids. I looked up and saw what I thought was my husband standing at the back door watching us. I made a joke about him not coming out to help and the kids looked up and replied....so I knew they saw him too. After a few minutes I went inside to get something to drink and decided to go tease my husband about not coming out to help. I looked all over...but he wasn't home...he was still at work!

    One evening, my daughter and I were home alone and I was taking a nap in the living room. I was woken up by the sound of running water in the kitchen. It sounded like the water was going full blast. So I called out to my daughter, thinking it was her. I heard her bedroom door open. I got up and went into the kitchen, she came in and I asked her if she was just in the kitchen running the water. She replied she'd thought it was me. At that moment we thought perhaps someone was in the house. So I decided to go to my bedroom to get our gun, just then we heard a loud sound come from a room we were remodeling. It sounded like something very heavy falling over. I decided to go to the living room to call the police. Just as we were rushing past this area that was being remodeled, the plastic that covered the entry way blew at us real hard, we felt a force like someone was on the other end either pushing the plastic at us or someone diving through it to get us. We screamed at the top of our lungs and ran to the front door. My husband had just gotten off from work and pulled in the drive way. We told him that we thought someone was in the house trying to get us. He checked around and even went into that room with the plastic, but the exterior door was locked from the inside, and didn't see anything that could have fallen over. He did a check of the rest of the house and didn't find anything or anyone.

    I was taking a shower one morning and my daughter started banging on the door and screaming hysterically. When I opened the door she said that she saw a man standing at the kitchen table staring at her. I looked around and didn't see anything. She saw this same man several times afterwards. She recalls him appearing and disappearing like a ghost.

    One night my daughter and I were home alone and were in the living room watching television. We heard a sound coming from the hall way. At first it sounded like a faint howling. The longer we sat there and listened the louder it got and more distinctive. It sounded like a man's voice making a moaning sound...it kept getting louder and louder, then just came to an abrupt stop. We got up and looked around but didn't find anything.

    When my son Frankie was just a child, something very odd happened one evening. We were in the living room and my husband Junior had been rocking Frankie to sleep. When he'd gotten up to put him in his crib, he noticed Frankie quit breathing. We panicked and called his doctor right away. He told us to rush him to the emergency room for help. When we got to the emergency room, he was already turning blue....the doctor and nurses were already waiting outside for him and rushed him to the back area and sent us to the waiting room. They tried desperately to bring him back to life. Within a short while, they came to us and told us that he'd just snapped out of it. They also said they'd run all kinds of test on him, but the results turned up nothing. They decided to release him to go home. When we went back to pick him up, he was sitting there playing as if nothing had happened. When I'd gotten home, I called my mother's house to let everyone know what had happened and my sister Becky answered. She sounded very distraught about something as soon as she answered the phone. I told her what had happened, she said that was very strange, because our brother Anthony and his wife had just gotten home and he was very upset and crying. They had just gotten back from a seance. He said that he was able to contact his son who had died recently. We found out...around the time Anthony had spoken with his son in the seance, is exactly when my son Frankie had this episode of being lifeless. When all this happened, my son was around the same age as my brother's son was, when he died.

    I went off to visit relatives one evening with my daughter Roxanne. When we got back to my house, she dropped me off in the driveway...she waited until I'd gotten safely into the house. Upon opening the front door, just as I took my first step into the living room, I heard the loud sound of someone running through the kitchen and down the hall. I made a quick turn around and went back outside and told Roxanne that I just heard someone running through the house. She got out of her van and went in to investigate. She didn't see or hear anything. Just around this time, my daughter Laura pulled up in the yard. She got out of her car, holding her chest, very teary eyed, saying how happy she was to see us home. She said...earlier she was home alone and had just sat down to eat, when she heard someone walking around the house. It scared her so bad, she had to leave. She drove around looking for us, but when she couldn't find us, she just kept driving around until someone got home. Oddly, we heard the same thing that night...only at different times.

    One evening I had my niece Avalon over for a visit. We were sitting in the kitchen working on a puzzle. There were a set of crutches leaned against the wall in the kitchen. Oddly, one fell for no reason. Avalon got up, picked it up and placed it back against the wall. A few minutes had gone by and out of no where we heard this loud bang...it sounded like someone trying to break the back door down. It was so loud, we literally jumped out of our seats. I grabbed Avalon and told her to hurry and hide in my room. I got on the phone and called my daughter to come over. We just sat in that room waiting...it seemed like forever. I told Avalon, as soon as Roxanne pulls up in the drive way, to run as fast as her little legs could carry her...don't stop for anything, just keep going until she was out of the front door. When Roxanne arrived, I sent Avalon out...with me hot on her trail. We just sat outside for a while, waiting to see if we could see anything or anyone in the house. After a few minutes, Roxanne got the flash light and we went to the back yard to look around, but didn't see anything...we never did come up with a logical explanation for what we heard that night.

    Lately, I don't know why, but our doors have been mysteriously opening for no apparent reason. On several occasions I would come home to find the back door open and the door still locked.

    One night I'd gotten home and my daughter Roxanne waited for me outside as usual, to make sure I make it into the house safe. As I walked into the front door, I heard the distinctive sound of someone running through the kitchen. I immediately looked over to see what it was, but couldn't see anyone. I did however notice, my back door appeared partially open. I immediately ran outside and told Roxanne. She asked me if perhaps it was my daughter Laura. I told her I wasn't sure. So she called Laura's cell phone, hoping Laura would be in her bedroom. But it turned out Laura was at a friend's house and hadn't been home for hours. She told Laura what was going on. Laura came back home with her friend and his father. They did a thorough check of the house, but they couldn't find where anyone could of possibly gotten into the house. At this point, we decided it would be best to contact the police, because this was beginning to happen too often and we wanted answers. When the police got there, they also did their search and examination of the whole house. They could find no possible way anyone could of entered the home. Everything seemed to be locked from the inside and there were no obvious signs of forced entry. To this day, we still continue to come home to the doors being open.

    I know this is going to sound strange, but to me I find it very disturbing. We had a family dog named Cody. He was a very loyal pet. He grew old and died one afternoon from apparent heart failure. Not long after his death, my daughter Laura and I would frequently hear the sounds of him howling beneath the house. At first, we thought a dog had somehow managed to get into our fenced yard and work his way underneath the house. But every time we would hear the howling coming from the floor of our home, we would go outside to investigate to see if we could find the source. We would always come up empty handed and puzzled.

   One evening, I was in the kitchen cooking and I turned to walk out of the kitchen.....that's when I saw the spirit of our pet Cody. He was scratching at the back door, as to ask to be let in. I was so shocked beyond explanation. When my daughter Laura came home, I told her what I'd seen and she didn't know what to think. But I am positive, that what I saw was my dog Cody.....and I will never be convinced otherwise. I'd never heard of animals or pets coming back as ghosts. This was all new to me. Because I couldn't bear the thought of seeing him outside like that, looking in at me, I decided to hang blinds on that door to cover the glass area he peered in through. To this day, off and on, we still hear him howling outside and beneath the floor.

    I was not aware of the facts of what ghosts are capable of or how playful they can be, until I was speaking with Kimberly about my situation. One afternoon she called me to tell me about the recent events in her house and I decided to tell her about the odd things that started happening around our house. It all started with a favorite watch I own. I wear this watch all the time, but sometimes I have to take it off while working around the house. The first time the watch came up missing, I had taken it off and placed it on the dresser. When I went to get the watch, it was gone. I mentioned my watch was missing to Junior and he said that it was on the dresser in the bedroom. We went to check and it wasn't there. He swore that's where he saw it, exactly where I swore I left it. It turned up several days later in a junk drawer. This kept happening.  Once I took it off at the sink and put it on top of a canister. I looked at it and thought to myself, now I know I put it on this canister. When I went back to get it, it was gone. I went to the junk drawer, and there it was.

    Every night, my husband Junior before going to bed, will sit in the rocker in our bedroom and place his slippers right next to the rocker. In the morning, he gets dressed and puts on his slippers and comes into the kitchen. Well this one morning, he got up and next thing I knew he came into the kitchen complaining that one of his slippers was missing. We searched all over the house for that slipper but couldn't find it anywhere. We even went outside looking for it. We couldn't find it anywhere. The next morning, when he woke up, he came into the kitchen with both slippers on. I asked him where he'd found it and he said it was sitting right next to the rocker as usual. Well, a couple of days later.....he woke up and came into the kitchen, complaining one of his slippers was missing again. This time, I had my daughters help us tear the house apart to find the slipper. We pulled bed linen off and everything, determined to find the slipper. It has yet to turn up. I was told, that it is not uncommon for ghosts to take things, hide them, then return them when they want to....sometimes return them in unusual places or places we least expect....just like my watch.  Well, update.....Junior's slipper turned up....a week later, I might add. Junior found it....under our bed. Let me remind you that we had searched this area....three of us, no less than 3 times each, with a flashlight and everything. How it got there I haven't a clue....but it definitely wasn't there before. His slippers continue to this day, to disappear and randomly reappear, when ever they feel like it. That is not the only things, little things all over the house will disappear and then reappear days later, in either the spot the were originally in or in different spots.

    One afternoon, I spent most of the day, doing laundry and washing my husband's uniforms. My daughter had arrived home and needed to wash her uniforms as well. So, I decided rather than stick Junior's uniforms in the dryer, I would let Laura have the laundry room. So, I took all Junior's uniforms to the bathroom, hung them up one by one on the shower pole....and left them there to dry. I had been in and out of the bathroom, several times that day and saw the uniforms hanging....so it wasn't like I didn't remember that I did this. Well, later that night, my husband came home from work, was gathering his things for work the next day, and asked me about his uniforms. I went to he bathroom to get them down....but they were gone. I found this very odd, so I asked my daughter Laura, if she knew what happened to the uniforms, she too saw them hanging in the bathroom. I searched all over for the uniforms....couldn't find them. So Junior went to the laundry room, and there they were. Back in the washing machine....all bundled up and soaking wet. It didn't make sense, because Laura used the washing machine and dryer after I did....so if I washed them before her, and I remember hanging them up and both Laura and I saw them hanging in the bathroom....who put them back in the washer???? We haven't got a clue!

    I was home with my grandson, Matthew. We were just sitting around the kitchen, when I heard my daughter Laura arrive home. I heard her walk through the living room and then she walked into the kitchen, walked right past me, walked to her bedroom and closed the door. I called out to her a few times, because earlier I asked her to stop at the store and pick me a few lottery tickets. When she didn't answer, I called out to her again....still no answer. So I went to her bedroom to find out if she was ok and find out why she was answering me calling her. But when I opened her bedroom door, she wasn't there. I walked out of her bedroom, asked my grandson if he saw her leave her room, and he said no. So I went back to her room, looked again, still no Laura. I thought this was very strange, because we both saw her walk right past us. So, I called her on her cell phone....she was all the way on the other side of town! I was shocked! I don't know who or what that was that came into the house.....but one thing's for sure, it wasn't my daughter!

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