The next place I moved was to a small town called Centerville, Indiana. It was a small little house, but nice, woodsy, and had a small pond. I was nearly 11 yrs old when we moved there.
One of the first things that happened was when I was in the shower. While I was taking a shower, I heard a bunch of noises. SHAKING, CRASHING, and BANGING. It stopped, and then started again a few minutes later. I was like, what the heck is going on, so I finished washing up and I went out of the bathroom and asked, who was making all the noise and no one had hear anything. I got a little suspicious. The next time I took a shower it happened again so I jumped out of the shower. Then waited for it. I saw the closet door shaking and heard things falling from inside the closet. Then it stopped. I went to open the closet, thinking that our cat was stuck in there. I open it up and there was no cat, but the closet was a complete mess. Things from in the closet was all over, but there was nothing in there to make the mess! I got dressed faster than I ever have in my life and got out of there. After that I wouldn’t take showers at night anymore.
One time my parents had gone out for the day. They left at about 8 in the morning and didn’t get back until around 11:30 at night. So, it was just me and two of my sisters, "Lilly" and "Hanna." We decided to just have a movie day; we watched movies the whole day. From the living room you could see my parent’s room. The door was open and the lights were off the entire day being that they were gone. At around 9:30 there was a commercial break. So, we all went our separate ways before the show got back on. I went to the bathroom, "Hanna" to the fridge and "Lilly" to change into her PJs. I don’t take that long in the bathroom so I was the first one back and as I enter the living room I see that every light in my parents room was turned on, but no one had been in there.
My mom likes wind chimes and she had one hanging on the wall of her room. And one day we all hear this loud crash. Mom and I went into her room to check it out. Her wind chime had fallen off the wall. My mom doesn’t real believe in ghost; she says, oh, the stupid cat must have done it, and she then left. I, however, stayed to investigate. I search the whole room and did not find our cat in that room. The cat couldn’t have done it anyways, it would be pretty hard for a cat to get that down, especially if the chime was on a big nail in the wall.
I was in my room one night, looking in the bookshelf at the end of my room. There was a small hand held fan on my dresser on the other side of the room. I was sitting there reading and the fan turned on by itself. It took me a while but, I slowly went over and turned it off. After that we had another incident with a fan. Mom, me, and "Lilly, were sitting in the living room, watching TV, with a big box fan on. My mom said she felt chilly (very strange because, everyone else was hot). She told me to go turn off the fan. So, I went over there and turned it off and sat down, and few minutes later it shifts on high all by itself. We all just stared at the fan for a while, then I went over and turn it off and then unplugged it, just to make sure. My mother just sat there like nothing happened.
One night I was sleeping and was woken up by a loud thumping noise, as if someone was jumping on the floor. The sound just kept going, and going, and going, I tried to sleep, but I was too freaked out to sleep. At this time I had to share a room with “Lilly.” So, the sound stopped long enough for me to gain courage to get up and nudge “Lilly”. I asked her if she heard the thumping, she said no and went back to sleep. I got back into my bed, and tried to go back to sleep scared and then it started again. I got up, nudged “Lilly.” She woke up, and by that time it had stopped. I asked her again if she heard it but, no she didn’t. I was not gonna be able to sleep in that room, so I got my blanket and pillow, built up enough courage (it took a while), and went out into the living room to sleep. The living room was just down the hall. I laid on the couch and tried to sleep. Then it started again, but it was not as loud cause I was farther away from it. I tried as best as I could to ignore it and finally fell asleep.
The last thing to have happen that I can remember was at 11:30 at night. My mom, “Lilly,” and me had come back from a long day at the county fair. My two brothers and my oldest sister, ”Rachelle” had come to visit. My whole family was there and we were all talking in the living room. Then the doorbell rang. So my brother, “Joe” and me opened the door. The door was right in the living room so it took us about 3 sec to be outside to find no one there. We turned on the outside light, looked under the porch, around the cars, and found no one and heard nothing. We came back inside, I was freaked out cause I knew what had happened, it was another ghostly visit, but my mother being the non-believer said the doorbell is was probably low on batteries. I knew it wasn’t the batteries because I had heard the doorbell when it is low on batteries, it made this nasty slow ring, when it had been rung.
Although I never saw the ghost face to face, I think one of the ghosts from my last house followed us . I think this because, one of my friends happened to live in that house before my family. He said he had not seen or heard anything weird when he lived there. I witnessed all of these things. It was pretty weird they all happened when I was around. No one else had a personal experience with them but me while we lived there. The only thing that I got was from “Hanna,” she said that she always got a bad feeling that something strange was there. Those are the occurrences when I lived on Lammott Road.
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