I tell you no lies, I tell you no jokes, I tell you only the truth on this page. All things posted here by me are 100% real. I am posting it up becuase other poeple tend to take pleasure in my supernatural plight. Feel free to ask any questions about all things posted here. Also, I do post other people's stories as they send them in to me. I have no way of validating any stories other than the ones posted by me.
In that good old interdimensional home of mine I do believe that there were some Indian ghosts. Indian as in Native American that is. My Mom used to tell the whole family about how there were Indian drums beating out in the woods late at night. This caused my stepdad to believe that she was crazy. He never knew becuase he almost always went to be by about 10:00 p.m. almost every night. She was a night owl and would be up all night. She always said that most nights at about 2:00-3:00 a.m. there would be Indian drums beating out in the woods. I honestly never believed her eighter. One night she was talking to a distant relative on the phone when the drums began. According to her, she held the phone out in the darkness and the person on the other line could her the drums beating. One day I guesse I just got tired of listening stories about the drums, so I decided to stay up late and see for myself. I stayed up really late. It must have been close to 2:30 a.m. I went out onto the raised the porche and sat, talking with my Mom for a while. Then, just like she said, there were drums beating out in the forest. I say forest becuase that is just the general area. It was beyond the viel of darkness and just out of sight was where the noise was coming from. The drums were primitive and the beat was simple. It honestly scared the shit out of me. I listened for about fifteen minutes and had enough. I went back inside and tried to sleep that night. I thought about how one could fake this. I wondered if it was a prank pulled on me by my Mom. I doubt it was eighter. It was about 3:00 a.m., in Kentucky, in an ancient tiny ass town in Kentucky, the field where the noise came from had a steep slope and cow shit everywhere, and this happened many nights. After that first night I stayed up more and more often to listen to the drums. It was so wierd. Think what you may, I say it is was ghosts. Especially considering all the other things that went on in this house.
I happen to remember some very odd noises that quite often eminated from inside the walls of my house in Kentucky. Every other couple of days we would all be in the house doing whatever the hell it is that we were doing and then we would hear a knock on the door. Somebody would get up and answer the door. Nobody would be there. I'm sure you are thinking "Wow, this is fucking amazing. Driftor just got nigger-knocked." Its just that it didn't end there. The door would be knocked on, and we would answer it only to find nothing about three or four times. Usually around time #4 or time #5 the door would be knocked on as usual but things got very different when someone went to answer it. I remember being about half way to the door, and very pissed off, when the constant knocking moved. The knocking moved to above the door. Then it movied and knocked its way into the second story cieling. I froze in place and did not move until the knocking was directly over my head, then I decided to move to the other side of the room. The knocking moved to right and then down a wall into the basement. I could hear my Mom scream as the knockng moved into the basement (1st floor I guesse you could call it). It scared the shit out of her. Then that unbearable noise moved backup a different wall and into the second story floor. The floor that I was standing on. I sat still as I could. The noise moved around in the floor and sneaked its way up another wall and into the third story. It moved past my stepdads room while he was sleeping. He shit all over himself after being awakened by such an odd thing. Then it moved into the room and dissapated. I think it went out into the air myself. The thing was this wasn't the first nor the last time this happened, but probably the worst. The house was full of odd knocking sounds that moved around in a seemingly intelligent manner.
I can recall another time when an explosion occured withen our walls. I was just going to bed; my litter brother was being put to bed in the room next to mine. My Mom was putting him to bed, my grandmaw was getting something out of the basement refrigerator, and my stepdad was upstairs sleeping in his room. Then, all of a sudden, an explosion occured in the wall between mine and my brothers room. It sounded like a shotgun being shot in that 3" space. I jumped out of bed and ran around to see what blew up. My brother started crying as my Mom covered in a corner with him. My grandmaw was shocked and dropped whatever she was getting out of the fridge. My stepdad shit all over himself again. I attribute that noise to something unnatural becuase it was so loud that something had to have been destroyed to generate it but nothing was damaged.
For those of you who don't know a real poltergiest does not act like the one on the movie Poltergiest. They are given a special name becuase thier type of activity is almost exclusively moving around objects. I had a particularly annoying experience in that house in Kentucky that I attribute to poltergiest activity. I spent a lot of time in the basement. It was more or less my room. The toyroom of all evil was in the basement as well. As still being a young boy at the time, I went into the toyroom quite frequently to retrieve any item that I might need. I really hated that room, and tried my best to nevery stay in there long. In time I began to hate almost everything in that room. The atmosphere was thick and swelling with maliciousness. The toyroom was full of stuffed animals. I somehow got the notion that they were all starring at me. It creeped me out, bigtime. I know this sounds like I am crazy as hell to you. In retrospect I begin to question my own sanity and why I worried about those stuffed animals so much. Anyway, back to the story. I hated it; every time I went into that room the maliciousness consumed me; I couldn't handle all of those glossy plastic eyes pointed in my direction any more. The solution was simple. I just walked over to the animals and turn them around so that they all faced the wall. Problem solved right? Wrong. The sons of bitches would turn themselves around when I wasn't looking. I would go in there to get something and spot and stuffed animal facing me. I would just turn it around an go back to my business. I would often enter into the main room of the basement and watch TV. From this main room. The toyroom would be well in sight. Not too long later, I would have to go get something out of the toyroom. Upon entering it, I would notice that almost all of the animals had been turned around to face me. WTF? I know the obvious answer to my puzzel was that someone had come in, cleaned up, and set the animals up right while I was watching TV. But, I can look at the room to room (which I always kept closed) from where I watched TV. Also, not too many other people can into the basement. This happened all the time. I remember one animal in particular, it had been one of my favorites all throughout childhood, would never face the wall. I would turn it around and come back 20 minutes later only to find it facing me again. One time in particular I remember getting fed up with this and takeing all the stuffed animals and putting into corners. Stuffing them into corners facing the wall. I came back an hour later and they were all sitting on the shelf where they were before I moved them. Also, every last one of them, no matter which direction the shelves pointed, were looking right at the door that I walked into. That scared me so bad. I am not saying that stuffed animals can move themselves, thats just crazy. What I am saying is that something moved them into specific positions with the intent of disturbing me.