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That Indiana Home Pt. 8

We have our own cat, which I may have mentioned before, named Shade. He’s black as hell. Anyway, he likes coming into the bathroom while we’re using it. Sometimes he gets into the tub and sniffs around, or he jumps up on the counter by the sink and sits there until you’re done.

My wife just came out of the bathroom and said that’s where he was, on the counter, the whole time she was in there. She got up to leave and turned the light off, then called out to him and turned to watch him leave the bathroom too. Only what she saw was an animal jump from the back of the toilet to the floor, she heard it jump and land, and said it looked like a squirrel. She flipped the light on only to see not only was there nothing on the floor, but Shade was still sitting on the counter.

And here I was just wondering if anything was going to happen again. I don’t know what she saw or thinks she saw, but I don’t doubt her.

That Indiana Home Pt. 7

Yesterday my wife was in the kitchen and heard our outside cat, Samson, meowing as if he were under the sink. I informed her that I had just come in and he was near the front door, nowhere near the sink. I got up to check, and he was still there.

I’ve noticed that in some places, sounds are just as much the haunting as actually seeing things. I’ve also noticed that pets can be a muse for what happens. For instance, remember when I saw Redd running through the house on several occasions only to see him next to me or across the other side of the room? Well, maybe, our pets are being mimicked now.

Because just a few moments ago I was outside with Rosie. It was about midnight. She used the bathroom then ran back to me, huffing lightly. I let her in the house, then sat down in a chair to finish smoking my cigarette. A moment later I heard her huffing again, as if she were running up from behind me. I turned, expecting to see her, then as soon as I saw nothing I realized I had just let her in. It was exactly what I had heard a moment before when she ran up to the door.

I’m not sure if what I heard wasn’t maybe a coyote, we have them out here in the country in mass quantity. Regardless of what it might have been, I know one thing. It gave me the chills like I haven’t had in a while.
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Dad Gets A Call

We were just sitting around talking about the house I lived in when I was a kid, and my dad was telling us about some things that happened to him. Mostly to my wife, since I’ve heard all these stories before.

Except for this one.

My dad was named after his dad only he had a different middle name. Never mind that, everyone called him Junior. Except for his mom, who affectionately called him Junie.

Dad said that about a month after his mother died, while we were living in that house, he got a phone call. On the other end was his mom who he said sounded very far away. She said “Junie” twice and the line went dead.
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That Indiana Home Pt. 6

A few days ago my wife went into her office to find one of her heavier crystals across the room on the floor from where it had been sitting on her desk. Many possibilities, sure. But still eerie, especially considering that a couple days after that she was sitting at her desk and a big owl figurine she has, which is completely flat on the bottom, flew off of her desk right in front of her.

Tonight, just a few moments ago, she was in the kitchen making something to eat. She walked into the living room to give me a bowl full of grapes and went back into the kitchen. She turned around to say something and the kitchen light turned off, on its own.

That Indiana Home Pt. 5

Just now I was outside smoking a cigarette and when I came back in my wife and dad were watching TV and my wife informed me the channel just changed itself before I came in. And not just by one channel, but several. Skipped from one to the other.

Dad said it happens every now and then when the weather is bad.

I’ve never, ever, heard of a TV that did that. Ever.

Dear David

Have you heard about this? Apparently it’s a big deal on Twitter.

This guy began having dreams of a child with a dented head named David, and the child would just sit in a chair in the guy’s room, watching him sleep. Things continued to get worse and worse until eventually the guy was taking pictures of the child in his apartment.

The source for that picture is also a really good article on the topic, if you don’t feel like going to Twitter and following along from the beginning. It gives good highlights of the tale.

The thing is, in this day and age this could easily be faked, and you can believe it’s fake all you want. Apparently a lot of people believed that until the story continued to grow and no “punchline” was ever seen. The article I linked to said it seems legit and why would somebody come up with a story like that for no reason, as this one seems to be. Well, many people would do that if it seemed like something they would enjoy doing, just to drag people along.

I don’t know what to believe, but it’s a cool story and it’s good enough to give you the creeps. Tell me what you think below.

In-Laws Pt. 2

I was out with my in-laws tonight and they got to talking about their apartment building again.

They still continuously smell cooking all the time. Breakfast is a popular one, eggs, sausage, bacon. They also smell baking, like cakes and cookies. Only three of the five apartments are rented out, and they all know each other, so they’ll text or call each other and ask if they’re cooking to find out they’re not.

My MIL says her bed shakes sometimes while she’s trying to sleep. She yells that they better be rocking her to sleep if they’re going to go through all that. Then it stops. Sometimes.

She also saw a woman with brown hair in a white dress walking out of her bathroom one night, and then she faded away.

She came home once and smelled heavy cigar smoke in her living room. She had to light five incense sticks to get rid of the smell.

Here’s the one that got me. This is one of the few things that creeps me out.

My aunt in-law said about a week ago she was sitting around watching TV and she felt something sharp poking her, so she checked it out and found what appeared to be the very tip of a baby’s finger nail, as if it had been trimmed. It had red nail polish on it. The only babies that have been in that apartment have never had nail polish on, and the one that spends the most time there is a boy. And even then it hasn’t been in a long time.

That prompted the MIL to speak up again and say that her and one other tenant also hears a baby crying, all the time. Said when it happens it lasts a long time, and it’s usually at different times of night. Aunt in-law doesn’t ever hear it. But there’s nobody near them who has a baby, including in their building, yet they say it sounds like it’s coming from in the building.

No thanks. I don’t do ghost babies. That’s creepy AF.