It’s a blessing I think now that I never knew as a child that a woman whose blood still stained the floor had been murdered in my bedroom, or that the man who had murdered her, her husband, had hung himself from the rafters of our garage.
It’s a blessing I never knew when I covered my head at night to sleep, feeling that if I did so I would be safe, that someone or something lumbered across my bedroom floor, waking and terrifying my parents who slept in the room below mine. It’s a blessing I never knew the power of the cold entity that inhabited the small room next to mine where I sometimes played.
Since starting this series, I’ve done some research on spooks and hauntings and all thing supernatural. I discovered that ghosts are entities that are attached to a particular place and can make appearances, can even be heard laughing or crying or running up and down stairs. But they cannot toss things about the room or physically touch and harm humans. The more physically violent supernatural beings are called poltergeists.
That’s what my mother apparently encountered shortly before we fled from our home. We had already decided to move when my mother entered the small room upstairs that had been used for storage because it was “too cold” for human habitation. She was trying to move boxes out of the room when something unseen attacked her. It threw her to the floor and pinned her down so that she could not move. All she could do is scream for help.
Unfortunately the only person at home at the time to help her was my three-year-old brother. But he came when she called him. She told him to grab her feet, which fortunately lay near the doorway, and to pull her out. Slowly, inch by inch, he was able to pull enough of her into the hallway so that whatever was holding her down lost its power, and she was able to get up. Never to enter that room again.
We never knew if it was the murdered woman that stalked my bedroom at night, or the ghost of her murderous husband who did so. Nor did we know who or what had knocked my mother to the floor and held her there.
But it wasn’t the last encounter my mother had with a ghostly being.
Many years later she was visited in the middle of the night by a crying woman, someone she knew and loved, but whom, unknown to her, had died that evening. Someone who tried desperately to enter into my mother’s body, because she was not ready to leave this world.
This grieving woman was her mother-in-law.
More about that next time.
This is Part II of an ongoing series of true life ghost stories, experienced either by me or by people I trusted.
You can read the full series of ghost stories at the links below.
- True Ghost Stories, Part I – Growing Up in a Haunted House
- True Ghost Stories, Part II – Attack of the Poltergeist
- True Ghost Stories, Part III – When the Dead Refuse to Leave
- True Ghost Stories, Part IV – Resident Evil: In the Belly of the Beast
- True Ghost Stories, Part V – A Demon on My Chest
- True Ghost Stories, Part VI – Evil Incarnate
- True Ghost stories, Part VIII – Do I Believe This Stuff?
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- True Ghost Stories, Part One – Growing Up in a Haunted House (deborahbrasket.wordpress.com)
Spooky! Glad your brother had enough strength to pull your mom to safety . . . and that the poltergeist didn’t come chasing after.
I hope my MIL isn’t inhabiting my body. 😯
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed. It’s fun being able to get these stories in writing, preserve them for our family legacy.
Extraordinary! Vividly told. I’m on the edge of my seat as I await the next chapter.
Thank you!
Oh my goodness! If those thing happened to me I’d be scared senseless!
Nicely written! Can’t wait for the next post!!
Wow… never had anything that spooky happen. I would definitely be fleeing that house as well.
Houses like that ought to come with warning signs, these days they demolish them.
Oh my God, it’s so creepy, but also so real! It literary gave me goose bumps. Can’t wait to read the next part!
Very well told! I don’t think I’ve experienced Poltergeist activity to that extreme, I’m pleased to say! Good job your brother could help your mother, Deborah!
Thank you, Tom. I’m so glad my little brother was there too!
Part 3 is going to be good. Now where is the link. Love this series. I would totally freak out if that happened to me. So glad your brother saved your mother. I would be so scared if she was the only one there.
So glad you like it! Here’s the link to part 3
. https://deborahbrasket.wordpress.com/2013/10/14/true-ghost-stories-part-iii/
Part 4 will be out tomorrow.
How on earth did your brother pull her out? Onward to part 3 with bated breath!
Son of a gun! This is terrifying stuff.
Brilliant writing Deborah 🙂 The house my grandparents lived in was/is also haunted. Footsteps on the old oak floorboards are often heard in the late night hours. Thankfully no poltergeist activity though – that would have me running for the hills!