(Special thanks to Phantom for letting us use this story.)
In the early seventies my sister and I used
to spend the summer with my grandparents in Racine,
Ohio. They lived in an old house that sat
on a hill overlooking the Ohio river. The house
was built in the late 1800's by an old
river boat captain for his young bride, complete with
a widowswalk on the top. The captain's barge was
found pushed up into the trees along the bank
one flood season and his body was never recovered.
His widow lived in the house until her death
in the early 1900's, having never remarried. We used
to sit up and watch old horror movies until
grandpa would come home from work late at night.
One night my aunt Cindy was asleep in her
room upstairs (she was about 16 then) when
she let out a bloody scream. She came running
down the stairs with a sheet wrapped around her,
almost tripping a couple of times. When she was
about halfway down my grandma told her to drop
the sheet so she wouldn't fall and get hurt,
we didn't know what was wrong with her. She
flung the sheet back and for a few seconds
it took the form of a man chasing her.
She told us that she had been sleeping, in
what used to be the old master bedrooom, and
she woke up to a man standing at the
foot of the bed glaring at her. She said
she got the feeling that he thought she didn't
belong there and she got scared and jumped out
of bed and ran. My grandpa got home shortly
after and when he was told about it he
got his rifle (they were hillbillies) and went upstairs
to look around. He didn't find anything but
the sheet laying where it fell after the few
seconds that it floated there. My grandparents have since
passed away, but I still remeber those summers.
(Special thanks to Phantom for letting us use this story.)
In the early seventies my sister and I used
to spend the summer with my grandparents in Racine,
Ohio. They lived in an old house that sat
on a hill overlooking the Ohio river. The house
was built in the late 1800's by an old
river boat captain for his young bride, complete with
a widowswalk on the top. The captain's barge was
found pushed up into the trees along the bank
one flood season and his body was never recovered.
His widow lived in the house until her death
in the early 1900's, having never remarried. We used
to sit up and watch old horror movies until
grandpa would come home from work late at night.
One night my aunt Cindy was asleep in her
room upstairs (she was about 16 then) when
she let out a bloody scream. She came running
down the stairs with a sheet wrapped around her,
almost tripping a couple of times. When she was
about halfway down my grandma told her to drop
the sheet so she wouldn't fall and get hurt,
we didn't know what was wrong with her. She
flung the sheet back and for a few seconds
it took the form of a man chasing her.
She told us that she had been sleeping, in
what used to be the old master bedrooom, and
she woke up to a man standing at the
foot of the bed glaring at her. She said
she got the feeling that he thought she didn't
belong there and she got scared and jumped out
of bed and ran. My grandpa got home shortly
after and when he was told about it he
got his rifle (they were hillbillies) and went upstairs
to look around. He didn't find anything but
the sheet laying where it fell after the few
seconds that it floated there. My grandparents have since
passed away, but I still remeber those summers.
(Special thanks to Phantom for letting us use this story.)
In the early seventies my sister and I used
to spend the summer with my grandparents in Racine,
Ohio. They lived in an old house that sat
on a hill overlooking the Ohio river. The house
was built in the late 1800's by an old
river boat captain for his young bride, complete with
a widowswalk on the top. The captain's barge was
found pushed up into the trees along the bank
one flood season and his body was never recovered.
His widow lived in the house until her death
in the early 1900's, having never remarried. We used
to sit up and watch old horror movies until
grandpa would come home from work late at night.
One night my aunt Cindy was asleep in her
room upstairs (she was about 16 then) when
she let out a bloody scream. She came running
down the stairs with a sheet wrapped around her,
almost tripping a couple of times. When she was
about halfway down my grandma told her to drop
the sheet so she wouldn't fall and get hurt,
we didn't know what was wrong with her. She
flung the sheet back and for a few seconds
it took the form of a man chasing her.
She told us that she had been sleeping, in
what used to be the old master bedrooom, and
she woke up to a man standing at the
foot of the bed glaring at her. She said
she got the feeling that he thought she didn't
belong there and she got scared and jumped out
of bed and ran. My grandpa got home shortly
after and when he was told about it he
got his rifle (they were hillbillies) and went upstairs
to look around. He didn't find anything but
the sheet laying where it fell after the few
seconds that it floated there. My grandparents have since
passed away, but I still remeber those summers.
