Hello, I enjoy your site very much. So much that I am willing to relate my ghost story to your visitors.

My parents bought a house in 1966 from my grandfather. I, at the time was only 4 years old. The upstairs had two bedrooms
and a walk-in-closet that was between the rooms. My two older sisters were given the larger room and I was put in the
smaller room by myself. My youngest sister slept in a crib located in my parents bedroom downstairs. I can still remember to
this day the sheer horror I experienced sleeping in that room. I saw and heard things. My mother had to stay in the room with
me til I went to sleep. If I happen to wake up in the middle of the nite, I would scurry down to my parents room and crawl into
my sister's crib and sleep with her. Eventually my mom wised up and put me in with one of my sisters and gave my oldest
sister Deb my old room. I can still remember there was a nite or two she came rushing out of that room also. Later on she
made my other older sister Sheri sleep with her in there and my youngest sister moved into my room with me. So it must h! ave
not been my small child's imagination.

But that isn't all of the story. As the years pass, I would wake up in the middle of the nite and see a man dressed in a hunters
outfit standing between the bedrooms at the entrance of the walk -in-closet. Since we didn't have a door on the big bedroom,
we could see to the stairway wall. I would close my eyes then open them again and he would still be there. At first I thought it
was my Uncle, but it stood there for a very long time. Even after closing my eyes several times he was still there! So I
would pull the covers over my head and pray he would go away. The small bedroom was a different story.

After my sisters moved out I was the lucky one to get the "spook" room back. At nite I would hear someone rocking in a
rocking chair in the corner of the room. Not odd, but there was no rocker in there! The foot of the bed would vibrate. Since we
lived just one street over from a railroad, a train could cause this. But there was never any trains going though town at the
time. One nite at about 2:30am I was awaken by a baby crying. It sounded like it was coming from the stairs. Thinking
possibly my younger sister was babysitting I got up. I could still hear it crying as I went down the steps, then it stopped. No
one was up and there was no baby in the house. Very eerie. Then I began to see things again, figures, odd shapes. Generally
the overall feeling of my hair standing straight on end. To this day these memories terrify me and they are very hard to discuss.
But I adapted to them and eventually when I was awoken by one I would just tell it to go away. One nite! I awoke to find one
perched on the foot of my bed. A small black figure with orange eyes, (I kid you not!) It scared the ba-jesus out of me. But
anger quickly took over, I was tired of this happening. I kicked at it and said "GET OUT!!!" I swear it floated up and right
out through the bedroom door at a very fast speed. Did I dream this?? To this day the terror I felt at that second is still with me.
I couldn't have possibly dreamt that. I was even terrified as I wrote this down for you. Anyway I never saw it again, thank god.

One nite I came home and it was getting dark. Only the kitchen light was on, the rest of the house was dark.  How the house is
set up, you come in though the back door into the kitchen and though a open archway was the living room. To the left of the
archway on the living room side was the staircase. I came in the backdoor and saw someone standing on the other side of the
archway by the stairs. All I saw was a shoulder. The second I shut the door the shoulder instantly disappeared. Thinking my
sister or younger brothers were playing a joke I called out "Alright, I saw you!" Well, I looked all over the house for someone.
No one was home. I started upstairs to look then this overwhelming fear came over me, almost a cold feeling. I turned around
and ran out of the house, I mean I literally was running a mile race in under 3 seconds. All I knew was that I had to get outside.
I didn't go back til my parents came home a little while later.

One nite I had my younger sister sleep with me and we both felt the bed vibrate and heard the rocker chair creaking. We both
sat up in bed, looked at each other then scrambled downstairs screaming at mom. She came up and looked around in the room
and told us we were imagining things. I am not sure how we could have both imagined that. In my 20's I talked to my oldest
sister Deb about the small bedroom and odd things that went on around that house. She told me she had experienced the bed
vibrations and rocking chair also. That is why she enlisted my other sister Sheri to sleep with her. My sister Sheri had heard
the baby crying once also. Since I never told them the things I heard, I can pretty much bet I was not imagining these things.

My parents have passed away and my youngest sister now owns that house. I live just a cross the road from it and I still get a
eerie feeling when I go over there or even look at that house. Everything I have told is true. I have never discussed it with
anyone outside the family. Could this house possibly be haunted?

Lori