I Have Been Haunted (Email 2)
Submitted by: Jennifer C.
Submitted: September, 2004.
The first time I had seen Frank (my deceased Grandfather) I was 8 years old. My Godfather and step Grandfather who are both pastors were there to witness this event. I was outside swinging on the porch. Out of nowhere there was a man on the grass in the yard. He said "Hi, Jennifer." I said hi back. Well, he walked up to me and he didn't look right right but he seemed nice. He told me he had been waiting to meet me. I didn't know how to act. I had never seem him before. By that time my step Grandfather Gary came out of the door. Gary told me to get inside and he ran in the house and yelled for Shoebert (my Godfather) and he came out with the bible. While this was going on Frank told me he would come back for me. As Gary came running out of the house I stood up and looked back at Frank and he faded into the air. Gary and Shoebert started praying very hard and out loud. I was so confused. When they came back in I asked them what happened and where did he go? My step Grandfather told me not to ever talk about it...never! So I went on with that in my mind. As I grew up my Mom had nightmares where she would cry and  yell for help. I asked her many times to tell me her dreams. She wouldn't. One night I wanted to sleep at my door on the floor next to my Mom's bedroom door. I lay down and as I was looking down the hall the dresser (that was at the end of the hall) went up in flames! I started yelling for my Mom. She ran out of her room and the fire was gone. She thought I was lying. Oh well. When I turned 12, she set me down one day and told me things and showed me things I will never forget. Frank, my Mom's Dad had been in the KKK. In Alabama he killed people and raped my Mother as a very little girl. She has a book coming out soon about that man. She showed me a picture of him, her and and her brothers. That man was the same man I had seen as a child on the porch. I didn't tell her what happened though. I was told not to ever talk about it. So I went to Gary's house and asked him to talk about it. He told me he didn't know what I was talking about and not to say another word of it. I learned more and more as I grew up. I was an angry child in my teen years. I was always in my room. I was drawn to my room. My Mother tried to make me come out more. I told my Mother some things that were going on down in my room like knocking at my door when no one was there. I woke up everyone many nights asking who was knocking on my door...but it was no one. I also heard people talking and heard someone walk by, but there was no one there either. Well, my Mom came to my room in the middle of the night, she did that sometimes. Why I don't know but she was going to open my door and someone grabbed her shoulder. She ran up the stairs. The next day she made me go to my Grandmothers to stay. When I came back home she told me that I had to good by God. She told me that Satan wants all of us and he will do everything in his power to do so. Before Frank got shot, she told him she would forgive him and so would God. He said it is too late, ha gave his soul to to Satan and there was on one who could help him. A few more days after saying that he died (was killed) When I had my pastor some to my house my step Grandfather told me the truth. He had known who it was on the porch that day. It was my deceased Grandfather Frank.
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Submitted by: Theresa
Submitted: October, 2004.
When I was 13, I was staying overnight with a friend. Her parents had gone away to New York to bury her uncle. I was in her brother's room at one end of the house (they no longer live there) and she was in the shower. I was lying on the bed, reading a magazine. I looked up, (you could see into the kitchen) and saw a girl with a two toned pink dress on and she looked like she was dancing. Her dress just lightly blowing around her. I thought it might have been my friend playing a joke on me, so I got out of bed and walked towards the kitchen, telling her it wasn't funny and that she should come to bed. As I walked closer, I started to pass the bathroom. My friend was still in the shower!!! I never saw the girls face, only the back of her head. She had medium length dark brown hair (my friends hair was short and light brown) and when I was about halfway through the diningroom, I realized she had no feet and she was floating about 6 inches off the floor!!! I just stood amazed and when I tried to get closer, she disappeared. There was nothing, absolutely nothing pink in that kitchen. The walls were a medium green and the curtains were a light green. It was wintertime, so there were no windows open. I told my friend about it. At first she accused me of just trying to scare her! I told her she should know I would never something like that!  Especially with what was going on in her life with her uncle recently passing. So, she said it was probably my imagination because I was tired. Not wanting to argue with her, I just let it drop. But I know what I saw.
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Submitted: October, 2004.
Submitted by: Tori
Hi, I was in the house alone one night, my family was out walking the dog. I felt a cold breeze down my neck, although the door was locked. I felt REALLY cold. I looked to the door, a grey figure floated past, it was exactly the same as me but with long hair down to it's back, in a Victorian maid's dress, carrying a silver tray with slashes on it's arms. That night I woke up, still half asleep. I saw the grey figure but it just wasn't there after I blinked a couple of times. Possibly me in a former life?????
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