A True Story by Paul B.
Pretty much everyone who comes over to my house knows it is haunted. I moved into this house when I was 13years old. Upon moving in I already then knew that there was more to this house than meets the eye, but I never really said anything about it. I always felt like there is something here and even got more than what I wanted to know... keep on reading
The legacy starts here....
A bunch of friends and I were having a camp fire out in the backyard. We were just sitting back around the fire joking around and having a good time, then suddenly we all stopped laughing. That moment of silence would start everything... and I knew it. As soom as the laughing stopped I knew we were in for a ride, cause I felt the presence of something other than us. I gazed into the fire and I swear I saw a face amongst the ashes, I must have stared at that a little to hard, cause my friends both said "Are you ok?" at the same time. I told them I was fine, then I told them to look into the fire and see what is there. I never told them what I saw, because I wanted to see if this face stuck out to them as much as it did me, and it did. They both saw this face. It wasn't a human type of a face, but more like if you were to draw a smiling sun. Here is a rough sketch of it....
We all got up off of our chairs to get a closer look at this face burning on the side of a log, upon doing so we all looked to the right at the same time because something caught our eye. Here was this black shadow just looming there and then it shot off down the street and went behind some cars. I was so damn scared, my friends were trembling, I didn't know what was going on. After we seen this I looked back into the fire and the face had turned into something more evil like than it was before, but my friends all saw a different face, they didn't see what I saw, and I didn't see what they saw. Here is a rough sketch of what I saw...
After we seen this we put out the fire and went in my house to calm down and get a hold of our selves again. We wanted to investigate this a little more so we planned another campfire for the next week after to see if it would happen again. And it did again and again, only the entity would run off into different places so we couldn't follow it, but we could always follow it until we got to the place where it disapeared to.
We all thought maybe we could get more of a glimpse of it if we set up a tent out in the backyard. So we did... We lit the fire and sat around as usuall, but this time was different, there were no faces in the logs, nor was there even a ghostly feel that night. We kind of shrugged it off, saying it must be a bad night for ghosts... Well... we were wrong... It got to about 3:30am and we all crawled into the tent and we were just talking about things until I seen a shadow coming up to the tent. I am thinking ok.. it must be another friend of ours or the neibors screwing with us, but I hear no footsteps... funny... its getting closer and I still hear no footsteps... One of my friends was watching this along with me. The shadow stopped moving for just a second then all of a sudden it rushed the tent, it almost was like someone puched the tent and ran away, but the shadow punched the tent then dissapeared.
Thinking we had enough and it was starting to get cold out we decided not to have those campfires anymore until the next summer, but the ghost activity didn't stop there. It just got worse...
I was fourteen now and it was near Christmas time. December 14th to be exact. One of my friends was over and he came back from the kitchen (from getting a pop) and he sat down on the couch, all of a sudden he got a very blank look on his face and he grabbed his chest like he was in pain. He did this for just a short time then he passed out cold! I was freaking. He started to move in a funny way, like slowly kicking and slowly moving his arms like he was just waking up from a long sleep, his eyes opened up and thats when I knew something weird was going on, because his eyes were totally blank and they lost there color. He tried to speak but he couldn't. I was asking him what the hell was going on, but he looked at me with a very confused face. He started looking around the room and then he started to smile. He got up and started to stare at the Christmas lights and he was touching the Christmas tree like he loved it so much. I quickly rushed to find a notebook and a pen and I gave it to him, and said, "If you can't talk please write on this" he looked at me and nodded his head. I asked him "Who are you?" and he wrote "I am Dvid" I said, "David?" and he nodded his head. I asked him how old he was and he wrote "10 years" I asked him if he was possesing my friend and he wrote "yes" I also asked him if he was the same ghost that has been fooling with us, and he started to silently laugh. I asked him when and how he died and he wrote "1892... hos an bggy" You died by a horse and buggy? I replied, and he nodded. I also asked him when his birthday was and he wrote, "Deembr 14" I said December 14th and he nodded. Right about then he got determined look on his face and he looked at the couch, he quickly walked over to it and waved good bye in a very mysterious way, then he passed out again. It took a long time to wake my friend up, I almost called 911. When he did wake up he was is horrable pain... A massive migrane headache. He was asking me if I hit him or something, because an hour went by that he doesn't recall.
(Just to let you know my friends real name is not David and his birthday is June and not December)
I tried to explain to my friend what he had just gone through and he did not want to belive it. So this is where I put some pieces to the puzzle together from the information that the ghost gave me.
He was 10 years old when he died, he was ran over by horse and buggy, and obviously loved Christmas.
We started to notice him all the time. People were coming over to my house just to see him. Everyone wanted to see a real ghost and most of them got their wish. The ghost would just pop out of nowhere and flying off into other rooms. Looked like he was having fun...
There is another part of this story that I am going to leave out... Simply for my own saftey... The only stuff I can tell you is ... it involved another posesion from a different ghost... friends trying to hold him down... a trashed dining room and holes punched in the house walls... 4 toned voices... an emergency escape out of the house... and a scared shitless Police Officer...
After that happening, we started to notice a decline in the activity as the years went by, now I am 26, and every December 14th, my existing freinds all gather in my house to look for and say hi to David as in thanks for protecting us on that dreadfull night.----Thankyou David!
