I used to live in a stone house on N. 400 West in Rochester, IN. I moved there when I was about 4. We no longer live there. But there is so many things that went on in that house.
When we first lived there, there was a lot that happened. My sister, "Hanna" reported seeing a hand reaching in her door and move things on her dresser around, one night a girl of about 15 in white walked into “Hanna’s” bedroom, sat on her bed and started to rub her leg, early one morning “Hanna” woke up and she could not move, her hand and legs were pinned down, she screamed, my mother and sister, "Rachelle" came and didn’t believe that she was stuck so they just left the room and a min. later it let go and “Hanna” was free.
My brother "Ian" said that one night he got up for a drink of water, got one, went through the living room and saw our old rocking chair rocking by itself. In one of the pens for our horse it will grow high with weeds in the summer so he had to go and clear some of the weeds out, he started to cut some of the weeds by the woods with one of those hand weed whackers that are like a shovel and he heard footsteps behind him so he turned around and nothing was there so he turned back around and then a bush started to shake behind him. On another occasion "Ian" and my other brother, "Joe," woke to hear their door handle rattling over and over. They figured it was one of the family members playing a trick on them. When they got up they asked everyone about it and found out no one went to their room that night.
Their is a small furnace in the living room and my mother and father would take turns stoking the furnace once a night. My mother one night went down to put wood in the fire. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the girl in white sitting on the stairs. She ignored it by just going about her business and when she was done it was gone( that is the only ghost she ever saw and she denies it now).
When we first moved in, I didn’t have a bed to sleep in for one reason or another. So, I slept on a couch upstairs. At the time there was a door from that room into the master bedroom. At nights I would hear footsteps going from the bathroom, through the room I was in, and into the M. bedroom. After that nothing much happened for about 5-6 yrs.
When I was around 10yrs old they came back. The only ones who witnessed them were me and my little sister, "Lilly." We would go feed the chickens during the day and we would hear children in the woods laughing, singing, crying, and screaming. We would then go into the woods looking for the kids that snuck onto our property, but their were no kids to be found, only the sounds of footsteps.
The weirdest thing that happened during that time was the hammering at nights. "Lilly" and I took turns locking the chicken coop so that no animals would get the chickens at night. We started to hear a sound of someone hammering when we would go out,which come from every direction. At first we didn’t mind, we just thought it was a neighbor working late on something. It continued every night and it would scare us so bad. "Lilly" and I, being young, would go run inside to Mommy. She would come out and the sound would be instantly stop. So she would go inside and tell us to go and do our chore! As soon as she left it would start up again. Scared, we would each take our turn running out to close the chicken coop as fast as we could.
When I was young I had a habit of waking up pretty early, even on the weekends. Just as the sun would start to come up, I would be up. One morning I awoke to see the girl in white floating a few feet off the floor in the corner of my bedroom. I shoved my head under the covers until she was gone.
In that house every time I went upstairs by myself, I would get this terrifying feeling inside. I could not stand being up there by myself. So, I would always do whatever i needed to do upstairs as fast as I possibly could and then, jump down the stairs. I never really got that feeling when I was downstairs, just up.
The creepy thing is that the man that built our house died while building it. That would explain the hammering. My friend's Dad, who had lived there all of his life, told me that the guy who built that house, got into trouble for using old broken tombstones to make the house. I don't know if this is true, I never saw any engravings in the stones, however, that might explain the children in the woods and the girl in white. Yep, those are the strange events that happened when my family lived on North 400 West.
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