I would love to hear your story. Please ignore the campfire pissers. They should go start their own, "No Evidence of Ghost" thread.
Well, this once I'll tell it.
My sister, Linda, moved into an upstairs portion of a house that had an exterior staircase entrance. It was early autumn of 1967. She shared the placed with Judy, gal from Colorado. Ed, her boyfriend (now her husband since 1969) was over often. Shortly after moving in, things happened. Something would be out of place, a cup turned upside down, things scattered on the floor. It would happen while they were sleeping at night or it would happen when nobody was home (either at work or college classes). Small stuff at first. Along with bumps and noises they just wrote of as nothing. This was probably the occasional thing for about 3 months. Who had a key to the place:Linda, Judy, Ed and me. I would sometimes stop by and play some of her albums before completing my walk home from High School, so yes, I was there alone. Then Linda would accuse me later that day or evening of messing stuff up. I certainly did not, but she kept accusing.
Then the place started to be really trashed; bed coverings on the floor, fridge door open and stuff on the counters, couch cushions scattered about, lipstick smears on the mirrors. During this period one day Ed was lying on Linda's bed and he said he had a lady, real as could be, walk past the door and into the little room off the kitchen. He got up. Nobody there. Spooked him badly. He told Linda and Judy. They freaked out a bit. Linda calls me about it. I go over that evening. We sit down talking, I'm swearing I had never trashed anything. I'm in a chair, the rest on the couch. The board bookcase by the couch had 2 piles of magazines on the top. Judy had a small ceramic figurine of a shepard-looking guy on the shelf between the magazine piles. Suddenly it just came off the shelf, flew in a perfectly straight line thru the air about 6-8 feet, along with a weird sighing sound, and did a right-angle drop straight down into the other chair. We all froze, looked at each other and started the "Did you see that?!" crap. Everybody's talking. Nothing else happened. There was no "falling" off the shelf. We all saw the same thing. Final agreement: Poltergeist. Girls are scared, me and Ed are spooked. I leave, go home, tell Dad. He "pshaws" me.
Now go forward 2-3 days to Friday. Schools out, I walk home, stop at Linda's and go upstairs. Of course, nobody's home. My buddy, Gary, is with me. All is in order, we get bored in about 2 minutes and take off. Now the neighbor across the little alley was at his sink and saw me and Gary go up the stairs into the apartment. He did not see us leave though. So he has no idea how long we were up there. Anyway, about 6-7 PM Linda calls me, curses me out for trashing her apartment. Crap was scattered everywhere, and what really ticked her was her and Judy's, let's say "personal hygiene monthly pads" were scattered about with catsup on each one. The catsup bottle on the kitchen counter. Her proof it was me and Gary was the neighbor saw us going upstairs. I forget how she even got to talking to the guy for him to even tell her that. Anyway, Linda wanted her key back. I argued and said it was that "damned poltergeist, not me". She backed off a bit and hung up. Now Judy's gone to spend the night with her boyfriend. Ed's not there. Around midnight Linda leaves her place and shows up pounding on our front door. Dad lets her in. She's crying, all excited.
Her story (this is sometime in November now):
Goes to bed. Almost asleep. "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" playing on the record player at the foot of her bed. She hears someone coming up the exterior staircase. She hears the locked door open and she hears "high heels" tapping across the kitchen to stand in front of her bedroom door. She calls out thinking its Judy. No answer. The door starts to open and she freaks and pulls covers over her head. Steps approach her bed, she hears breathing as something/body just stands there. Steps go to end of her bed. Music stops. Steps come back to her side. A few moments pass the step go out of the room, closing the door, across the kitchen, open+closing of THAT door and down the exterior staircase. Gone. Linda waits a while, gathers her courage, runs out of the place and comes to us.
Next morning she contacts Judy, both want to stay at our house because they refuse to spend another day there. Dad calls the owner who meets us in the front lawn. Linda goes over the story of what happened. The owner, I'll never forget his face, admitted (his words) the place was "haunted" and every tenant the last 15-20 years moved out because of poltergeist stuff. He could never tell new renters or he would never be able to rent it out. He agreed to let the girls move out and refund the balance of their rent. Pretty weird. Funny thing, not a thing ever happened in the downstairs part of the house. Ever.
We all went upstairs (Ed was still in Pittsburgh with parents so he did not help) and just started moving everything out. Took most of the day. Funny thing, in Linda's bedroom the record was still going, the needle on it. But no sound. No sound off that record ever again. Linda threw it away, all spooked about THAT as well.
Address: 216 1/2 Larkin St., Findlay, Ohio
Sorry for length of tale. Tried to be short with it.
But that's what happened. Period. You tell me.
, I'll just back out of this thread. No, I'm not rage quitting. I've just seen enough strong reactions to some of my posts and decided to not cause any more agita than I have already.
