Subject: chimney ghost
Date: Sunday, February 05, 2006 5:16 PM
Hey everyone! This is my story and I hope that you like it! I sure didn't! It still traumatizes me to this day!
Here it goes:
There was an old house I used to live in that most people said was haunted, though most people who said anything about it were only joking.
I was about 4 when we moved in, and I remember a neighborhood boy about 5 years older than me came over the day that we were moving in. His parents just wanted to welcome us to the neighborhood. But he only came along because he heard our house was possessed. He decided he wanted to try to scare me, since I hadn't heard anything about our new house. He told me all kinds of terribly frightening stories about our new house. My older sister who didn't beleive in ghost played along too, even though neither of them really knew what they were talking about. They were just making it up as they went along.
I told my mother about it the very same day and she called the boy's parents and grounded my older sister. She told me that nothing of it was true and that I don't need to worry. Although for real she was scared because she beleived in ghosts, but she never told me that. And my sister continually tried to spook me out. There would be kids in my sunday school class that my mother said I could invite over for a slumber party. But they all knew my house was haunted, so they always turned me down.
I distinctly remember on my 5th birthday, we had a family party at our house. My older cousin who was about 6 years old kept crying in my aunt's (his mother's) lap. He didn't want to be there.
Later that day we were playing outside on the swings when he looked up at the roof of our house and started screaming. Everyone ran outside to see what was the matter. At an instant, I looked up and saw a large, red, hooded figure (it was late afternoon and was just starting to get dark and I couldn't see real well) on the top of our roof.
I ran toward my mother and told her what we saw. When she looked, though, it had vanished into our chimney.
My father went inside, thinking it was a burgler as we stayed outside and waited for him to return. He came out saying that nothing was there. Our uncle went in and decided he would inspect the inside of the chimney just to be sure. When he stuck his head up in ide it from our fireplace, he looked up and yelled. He pulled his head out and said that he cut his cheek on something he felt fall from the top of the chimney onto his face. We looked at the fireplace and saw nothing on the floor of the fireplace that could have cut him.
Guessing that someone must be stuck in our chimney trying to rob us, everyone freaked out and my grandfather called the police. (our family is very paranoid and will do anything just to be sure that they are safe, even if they have to call the police.) The police came and shone flashlights into the chimney. It was so dark in there they couldn't even see the opening at the top. They searched the place and even went on top of the roof to see if anyone was there. But there was nothing.
Then everyone blamed my cousin and I for telling lies about seeing things. Saying that they thought we were so trustworthy and that we were in trouble for scaring them like that.
Another time, I was getting ready for my first day of kindergarten, when I remembered that my new backpack my mother had bought me was in the living room. I walked down there to find my backpack hung on the rail by the fireplace (my mother said she put it on the sofa, not the rail, so I was really nervous). I still remembered what had happened on my birthday, so I went up to it very cautiously. I took it down and put it on my back and ran back up the stairs. When I got to my room, I opened my bag to put my story books in it when I found a sharp rock wrapped up in wrapping paper from one of my birthday presents inside it. I was very freaked and I really didn't know what to think. (I was 5 years old!)
I didn't tell anyone about it and I decided to throw it away in the garbage can. (Now that I'm older I think that the sharp rock was the one that hit my uncle in the face from inside the chimney.) I decided to tell my best friend at school about it a week later. She thought I was just making up stuff because ever since the birthday thing, everyone started accusing me of being a liar. (5 year olds can be so mean!) I eventually told my sister, who told my brother, who told my mother. My mother freaked out (she still beleived in ghosts) and so she asked me where I had found the wrapped up rock. I told her in my back pack. She told me to tell her every little detail about it. I didn't know really what was going on so I simply replied that I found it by the fireplace.
She called my father, who doesn't beleive in the paranormal one bit. He told her to just calm down and take some medicine or something to ease her mind. She was histerical. She was screaming and crying at the same time. Finally, he got scared of leaving her alone at home with us, so he came and picked us up and took us to the park. He told us that "Mommy just needs a little cooling down." Of course, my mother didn't like the thought of being home alone in a haunted house, so she ended up going to my aunt's house for the afternoon.
After about an hour of being at the park, my father received a phone call from a neighbor saying that they thought they saw someone up on our roof. He piled us into the car and drove us to our Aunt's house and then went down to the house. He said that he didn't see anything. But years later, he admitted to us that he saw a red hooded figure inside the house through the window from the backyard. Instead of calling the police on what he had seen, and telling us, he just told himself that he was just imagining things and so just to be safe, he went into the shed and pulled out a gun and went inside. He didn't see anything though.
So he came back and picked us all up and randomely decided on the spur of the moment to go on an immediate family vacation. He told us that we didn't need to pack our bags and that we would buy new clothes wherever we were going. So we went to the beach and stayed at a hotel for about 2 weeks. Looking back on it, I realize he did that just incase there was somebody there at our house. (Now that he is older, he beleives in ghosts now)
Years later, my older sister started beleiving when she was 13 years old, she was doing stretches in the living room near the fireplace with her friend, getting ready for a big dance competition. (when our friends were just finally started to accept the invitation of coming to our house) She got up to get she and her friend a beverage. When she came back, she was holding the 2 drinks in her hands and as she walked by the fireplace, she gasped and fell back and dropped the drinks on the floor on our new rug. I was about 8 years old at the time, I ran down the stairs and asked what had happened. She told us that as she was walking past she felt someone or something grip and pull her ponytail to pull her back. We all got totally freaked out so we ran into the kitchen, not bothering to clean up the mess on our new rug. So when our mother came home and she saw what we had done to her new rug, she got really upset. She didn't buy our "ponytail pull" story (she had been in therapy !
about things like that) and so she grounded us and sent my sister's friend home. And plus, my sister never got to go to the dance competition.
There is also a good chance though that my sister made it all up and made her friend go along with it so that she wouldn't get into trouble for accidentally spilling a drink on the rug when mother had said we couldn't have any drinks in the living room. So she could have made up the ponytail story to make it seem like she was innocent. Whatever the reason, it didn't work!
My brother also had a couple of friends over one day when it was just them and me. They were playing video games in his bedroom. I was about 12 years old at the time and over the whole "ghost thing" so I had the courage to read a book in the living room alone. I started hearing a knocking sound. At first I thought it was my brother and his friends upstairs banging on the walls or acting stupid. So I ignored. A few minutes later, I started hearing it again. I yelled up to the boys to be quiet. No one answered, so I just went on about my book. Then I heard it again and so I put my book down on the fireplace mantel and when upstairs to yell at my brother and his friends to stop banging things around. When I got there, they hadn't been doing anything of the sort. They said that they stopped playing video games and started cramming for the big test that they would all take the next day. So all they had been doing was reading books for the past hour.
I didn't know what to think. Then I remembered all the crazy things that had been happening, and realized it must be the ghost. I didn't tell his friends though because I didn't want people to stop coming over to our house for being too scared again. So I casually walked down the stairs to find my book on the floor. No one had moved it. I had been the only one in there.
There had been several other little incidents that occured in that house. But maybe next time. I hope you enjoyed it! I sure didn't!