Horrible Home
Hi, my name isAaron and i am 13 years old. My story is not my own, but my GreatGandmothers. Now i know what your thinking, a crazy old womenwith weird idias in her mind. No. Not my nonnie, she is a strongcatholic and has never lied to me or anyone eles and refuses totell this strory to anyone else becouse she thinks people wontbelive her. Well, here is the story.
One Cristmas morning in 1937 my nonnie and her 3 brothers 3sisters and her mother were all sitting downstairs bye afireplace in there rich old 3 story home. They have had manyother, occurenses like lightes flickering, and dores slamin theopposite way the hinges would bend and wispers. Well back to thestory, now my nonnies mother had spent hundreds of dollars onpresent for everyone of her children and stacked them at the topof there 3 story staircase about 20 feet away from the stairsthemselfes. Then sudenly they hear a sound.
It was many wispers children wispers. And a couple of themlaghing. But it sounded like it was in there heads, with nodirections of were it was coming from. Then they all heardrunning footsteps up the stairs. Once they reached the top, therewas silence. THEN THOUSANDS OF SMASHING SOUNDS FLYING DOWN THESTAIRS. No1 could speak, or move, then my nonnies mother rushedto the stairs in wich the sounds and came from. She slowly made aexaperated scream like sound. The childer slowly rose includingmy great grandmother, and they rushed to see what had happend.
All of the presents had fell down the stairs. From the outsidethey appeared not dameged. But they were broken on the inside.Then, nonnie,s mother grabed there hands and they left the house
and all there things and rented a room in a hotel until theyreached the landlord, rufusing to ever enter the home again. Theysold the home back to the landlord and moved. The landlord sooncalled them and said no1 would stay in longer than a few weeks.
So there landlord sold the home and property to another landlord.Who had the house demolished. Under many of the sinks, and manyof the floreboards, were children bones. The landlord looked upthe histroy of the home and soon found that a child molestor/murder,had once lived there. I had to tell this story becouse once mynonnie dies who is now 86, will never be heard again. Mygrandmother got chills when telling me this story, and had topause for a few seconds, pray, kiss the cross on here neclace,before returning to telling me.
Here brothers and sisters have all since died, and only one otherperson was able to tell em the story, her brother, who died a fewyears ago. I used to be a skeptic but once tale, i believed, andhave since then had one of my own occurences, Which someday i mayput on this site.