A Haunted Memory

Alright then. This is the second time anybody has gotten to hear the WHOLE story.

My story starts in Salisbury, North Carolina. It’s set on a dead end road with the Apple Baking company at the end. The house is the first one that has an extremely long driveway that goes down a hill and then up a hill. Many trees surround this house and it has just been recently baught by my mothers husband at the time.

It’s around after Christmas and so far, nothing’s happened. Hours turn into days, days turn into weeks, finally it’s time for my first day of school as a new student.

Another lapse of time goes by…still nothing. Later on, a scary sound like thudding footseps in the hallway. Eventually, even the footseps stop. But now, even when I’m alone, I have a warm feeling like someone is in a room with me. Later on, I find out about this place’s haunted history. There were two brothers whom used to live in the house; they died. The feeling of the person was definitely the same feeling I had gotten around boys that were my age…I had always made friends with guys more easily when I was little.

Later on, I find out a supposed demon has been bothering my older sister. Sitting on the edge of her bed and walking in the back yard. Once I find out, there’s a clear non-animated picture in my mind of an old man in casual clothing and…in the image…he’s in the backyard. The man in the image is by no means ordinary. His eyes are sinister and his teeth are sharp.

Now in days, my mother says we held a seance. I can’t quite remember this but I was young…so it’s true I might’ve not remembered.

Somewhere in between the demon-man and the warm feeling..I’m told of a story about a woman accused of being a witch. She was hung where a section of the house was. It was said that she didn’t like cats and that she would rock in a rocking chair. I had a nightmare one night and went into the living room to sit in one of the rocking chairs. I’m the only one up…the other rocking chair slowly starts rocking on its own. It’s not light rocking but it’s not crazy rocking..it’s normal paced. I decide I’d rather have a nightmare and go straight back to my room and sleep.

It is possible that there was some kind of burial ground at the house too.

We live to go on vacation and leave my grandfather at the time in charge of feeding the animals. He visits once and doesn’t go back. We find out cans the animals couldn’t have possibly reached are all over the floor. Even later on, my mother tells me the two boys had been playing in the laundry room.

The warm feeling never leaves until I move. The hurting in my side and the warm feeling eventually lessons to every now and then instead of most of the time. Most of the time it’s just a side cramp..even at the house…but now seldomly, it feels like someone grabbing my side as if to tell me I shouldn’t do something.

This is my story, told in whole..the best way I know it.