Post by Millergirl4 on Aug 30, 2007 15:13:02 GMT -5
when I was 13 years old. Up until then we had lived in a century old home in a small town. Our house in town was beautiful and big and had tons of character. We (my Mom and I ) had spent years stripping off old paint from all of the door frames, window frames and stairway to bring out the natural wood. We tore out all the carpets and redid all of the hard wood floor. It was the most beautiful house. My Mom and Step father decided though that they would like more land and so they bought a parcel of land on my stepdads family farm.
At the time there were already two houses on the farm. One was his Mother's house where my stepdad was born and raised and the other was across the street where my stepdads brother and his family lived. We bought the lot next to the old farmhouse and built a beautiful brick house with cathedral ceilings and a wrap around deck. I wasn't on board to move from town into our new home but my family included me in every step of the building process and planning of the house. So when we moved out there I had my own recroom, bathroom and bedroom. As a 13 year old that was pretty cool.
The farm was well over a century old. The old farm house had had two deaths occur in it and plenty of stories to go with it. Sometimes I was sent over to the old house where my step grandmother lived to fetch things and when she wasn't there I would dread going into her house alone. During most days and some evenings she spent time with her long time boyfriend whom was the town doctor in those days so she wasn't home often. One night I was sent over to see if my stepsister had made it there for her weekend stay. As I walked through the house (at 9:00 at night in the winter) I just had the kitchen light on as I made my way through the livingroom and to the bottom of the stairs where I saw a light coming from one of the spare rooms upstairs. This was the spare room where my stepsister slept when she visited. So I yelled her name up the stairs. Slowly the door creaked open , I could see the full light from the door opening completely so I called her name again. Nothing. No response. All of a sudden I got this creepy feeling like I needed to leave and so I did. I ran out of the house fogetting to lock the door behind me. When I got back to my house I said that I assumed she was there since the light was on in her room but maybe that she was sleeping so I left. The next day I got in trouble for not locking the door and then my stepsister called to say that she had not made it the night before but was coming that night instead. So what the heck was upstairs that night? No one was home. I never went back there by myself at night again.
More to come.....
At the time there were already two houses on the farm. One was his Mother's house where my stepdad was born and raised and the other was across the street where my stepdads brother and his family lived. We bought the lot next to the old farmhouse and built a beautiful brick house with cathedral ceilings and a wrap around deck. I wasn't on board to move from town into our new home but my family included me in every step of the building process and planning of the house. So when we moved out there I had my own recroom, bathroom and bedroom. As a 13 year old that was pretty cool.
The farm was well over a century old. The old farm house had had two deaths occur in it and plenty of stories to go with it. Sometimes I was sent over to the old house where my step grandmother lived to fetch things and when she wasn't there I would dread going into her house alone. During most days and some evenings she spent time with her long time boyfriend whom was the town doctor in those days so she wasn't home often. One night I was sent over to see if my stepsister had made it there for her weekend stay. As I walked through the house (at 9:00 at night in the winter) I just had the kitchen light on as I made my way through the livingroom and to the bottom of the stairs where I saw a light coming from one of the spare rooms upstairs. This was the spare room where my stepsister slept when she visited. So I yelled her name up the stairs. Slowly the door creaked open , I could see the full light from the door opening completely so I called her name again. Nothing. No response. All of a sudden I got this creepy feeling like I needed to leave and so I did. I ran out of the house fogetting to lock the door behind me. When I got back to my house I said that I assumed she was there since the light was on in her room but maybe that she was sleeping so I left. The next day I got in trouble for not locking the door and then my stepsister called to say that she had not made it the night before but was coming that night instead. So what the heck was upstairs that night? No one was home. I never went back there by myself at night again.
More to come.....
but I did go back to the house plenty of times before I left and have a few more stories.
