My uncle refers to this ghost as "the lumberjack".
First I want to give you a little of the history of the land portion that my uncle Gene had his house built on. My uncle Gene's house is built in the Allegheny mountains, just off of route 666. No joke on that route name either Spook, I'm sure you know that; you've been through PA enough. Anyway, when my uncle decided to build his house on that particular piece of land, the foundation diggers had discovered there had been a foundation there at a previous time. My uncle thought nothing of it and so he continued to have his house built. That's the history of that is so relevant to this story.
It happened in the early 80's when my uncle was still married to his wife Beth. Anyway, my uncle awoke one night to find a large man peering in at him from his bedroom window. This man resembled a lumberjack in his hat and a worn red flannel coat. My uncle's room is raised a good 4 feet above the ground and the window of that room is a good 5 feet above that, so it is not likely that this lumberjack could have been over 9 feet tall; he had to have been floating outside this window to look inside. My uncle was shocked to see this and knew it was impossible for someone to have found a stump of log or something to stand on outside (he kept his yard free of stumps and such things). And also from a quick judge of upper body proportions there was no way that that man could have been over 6 feet in height.
What happened next I'm not sure happened on the same night or a different night. But again my uncle and aunt were awakened by the sound of their vaccum running! They ran out into the kitchen where the storage closet was and the door busted open and the running vaccum came out! It's light was on and everything! Also, the refirigerator door kept opening and closing. I don't remember exactly how this story ends, for I was only about 7 years old at the time. But whenever any of us see a living man dressed as how my uncle Gene had described the lumberjack, we make jokes about that man actually being the lumberjack. We'd lean close to one another and say, "Look! It's the lumberjack!" We still do it to this day.
And so going back to the history of my uncle's house foundations, I think that the lumberjack must have lived in the house that was built on those old foundations. Freaky huh?
Submitted by: Adrienne