Juuuuuuuune scares you

Bii!

I meant to type "Boo!" Bii. Who annoys her own self? What migraine meds making me loopy? Bii. Were you terrified when I said bii? Did I startle you?

Anyway, I am at lunch, speaking of scaring people–and by people you know I mean Tee, the nervousist Nellie there ever was. I figured since it was Halloween I would tell you my I-lived-with-a-ghost story from my childhood. Since you know everything there is to know about my facial hair, digestive upsets, brain tumors and hippie parents, I cannot believe I have yet to touch on the subject of the scary ghost house I lived in.

This story is true, and if you have to be alone tonight I am telling you what, go out and pick you up a hitchhiker to come stay with you, cause you will be better off. It is creepy.

And you know what? It wasn't that creepy at the time. I think like many things in life, it is only later, when you get perspective, you look back and say, how in the world did I just put up with all that? You know, like we all did with AM radio, Hummel figurines and tall bangs.

Okay, so when I was 12 my parents got divorced and my mother and I moved in with my Aunt Kathy and Uncle Leo. And by the way, I HEARTILY recommend going through a parental divorce right when you're 12. Cause you feel so comfy anyway. Certainly no major changes are ALREADY going on. Although I don't know who I'm kidding. When I was 12, I looked like Flat Stanley.

At any rate, Aunt Kathy and Uncle Leo lived in a big, old house, in which some guy named Monsignor Forbes' father had lived and died. I do not know what a monsignor is, other than I know it's an important person in the Catholic church, right? My entire family is kicking my arse till Tuesday right now, as they are all Catholic and I am not and they are all looking for my pitchfork and horns. I'm SORRY.

So, we move in. There is no shower in the one bathroom, only a bathtub. My mother mentioned that when she bent over the tub to wash her hair, she always felt a little creeped out, like someone was watching her.

We had a guest over, and she went upstairs to go to the bathroom, and she RAN back down. She said, "I didn't even finish going. I had to get out of that bathroom. It creeped me out."

One day, my aunt was having a party. She put a new bars of soap out in the bathroom. She was the only person home, yet minutes later, the bar had been used.

But this was not the ghost of toilets past, oh no. My aunt and I were downstairs one day, she was in the kitchen and I was in the living room. I could hear her talking, and she came into the living room and said, "What did you want?" I said, "What do you mean? I heard you talking to me."

Neither one of us had been talking.

My aunt and uncle were in bed one night and heard women talking downstairs, as well. My uncle went down to investigate, and of course found nothing. He went back upstairs, and minutes later, the huge light fixture in the kitchen crashed to the floor.

Then it got weirder.

My aunt came home with groceries one day, and over the top of the bag, she saw my uncle. He said hi, then turned around and left the room. She was annoyed that he didn't help, so she set down the groceries and followed him, but guess what? He was upstairs in the bathtub. He hadn't been downstairs at all.

Another time, my grandmother called in a snit. She said, "Leo, what is wrong with you? I was knocking and knocking on the door and there you were, clear as day, just standing in the middle of the living room, not answering the door."

He hadn't been home.

I was home one day with an ear infection and I went to the kitchen for something, and I just saw a man slip past the kitchen door and go down the basement steps. All I saw were his green work pants. I was too scared to look further, but he certainly couldn't be heard walking down the steps.

Then one night, my aunt woke up, and someone was holding her hand. It was a man's hand, and it had callouses, like a man who had done a lot of work. A few times, Aunt Kathy's bed and dresser would shake.

Aunt Kathy finally went to Monsignor Forbes and asked him to bless the house, but for whatever reason, he didn't do it.

Then, the biggest thing of all happened.

Everyone was at my aunt's house to celebrate her birthday, including my charming, well-endowed, 12-year-old self.  I had a friend over, and we were upstairs off the master bedroom, on a balcony that looked out over the back yard.

The railing, which my uncle had been balancing on the day before to paint the house, completely gave way, and I fell off the balcony.

I really know how to dampen a party. I broke both my wrists, ruptured my spleen, and basically made the day all about me. I'm not saying a ghost pushed me off a balcony, but it was a little odd.

My mother and I moved out of that house and got our own place, but other things happened there, including my cousin, who was a toddler, coming downstairs announcing that she had just been playing with "that man who's always upstairs." And you know what? Eventually Monsignor Forbes did come over and bless the house right before my aunt and uncle moved somewhere normal.

Years later they went to a rummage sale back at that house, and they spoke to the new owners, "I know this seems like a weird question, but has anything…odd ever happened here?"

"No," the new owners said. "Not a thing."

Bii!

33 thoughts on “Juuuuuuuune scares you

  1. Oh my god TOTALLY CREEPY. And I get creeped out easily because my cousins used to force me to watch Sleepwalkers, Poltergeist, and Return of the Living Dead when I was, like, 7. So thanks.

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  2. JUNE!!! Creeeeeeeepy. I don’t know which was worse, your stories, or the ones in the comments, or all of them combined. My dad’s great-aunt lived in an old pre-Civil Ward house in Maryland and it supposedly had a ghost, too. There were stories. I was glad we always went there when there were parties and the place was full of real live people.
    I won’t be sleeping for a week. Just so you know.

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  3. Shortly after dust had collected into dirt…oh, wait, I meant…Evening was fast approaching. The sunlight was low in the western sky was creating long shadows ahead of me on I-69. I had been driving back from Lansing (sometime in 1989), and was going to head up M-52 as quickly as I could.
    As I came to a stop on the top of the bridge, I noticed a figure on the other side of the bridge walking with an arm out and thumb up. It wasn’t a good time to be walking up a busy two lane state highway and a minute or two to stop and give someone a ride wasn’t going to cost me any real time.
    The young male, wearing clothes that looked like they came from a thrift store, pulled open the door and slid his khaki army surplus backpack on the seat between us.
    He was a talkative guy. Telling of his trips back and forth to Lansing and how few people would take the chance to pick up a hitch-hiker.
    He was going to his parent’s house. It was ahead on the right, before Garrison Road.
    He talked about his parents and a car he used to drive, a VW, as the miles clicked by on the odometer.
    “There,” he exclaimed as he pointed to a small ranch house set back from the road. “That’s my house.”
    As I pulled onto the shoulder, he looked at me and said, “When you go by Garrison Road, that’s where I was killed in my accident.”
    He abruptly turned and walked toward the house.
    And disappeared into the boughs of pines lining the south side of the property!
    A check with the State Police Post in Owosso revealed that, indeed, there had been a fatal accident at that corner in the early 1970’s and the boy’s parents lived just south of there on M-52 even still.

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  4. My younger daughter, Maria, was celebrating her 2nd birthday just before we moved from the haunted house June is talking about and friends, family and neighbors were there for the party. The family was all sharing stories about the house, and I offered an aside to the neighbor, saying, “We think the house is haunted.” She quietly replied, “It is. That’s why Mary and Joe sold it to you.” We had a friend who was a psychic and he had had a vision of holy water and Champagne, which he thought meant if we had the house blessed, we’d have reason to celebrate, which is exactly what we did.

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  5. Hi June,
    Good story! We had ghosts in our house when we moved in – a woman and three children. There have been 5 different people who have all heard and experienced the same thing here! We learned from the house’s history that a woman and children perished in a fire in the late 1800s.
    Also had an evil ghost in the house I lived in before I met my husband. Four people including myself described the terrifying experience of an evil force that appeared over your body when you were going to sleep at night. It tried to get “in” you by entering your body forcibly. It was seriously the most horrible, scary experience I’ve ever had and it happened the very first night I stayed there. I have chills typing this right now. Found out later from the old, old neighbor lady that a woman had been murdered in that bedroom of the house. Would have been good information to have BEFORE moving in! Needless to say, I slept with the lights on every night thereafter.
    Many other ghost stories, as well. Living in a house built in 1800 in Salem, MA will do that!

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  6. I knew my sissy would tell the Grandma house story. Knew it.
    In the same town, just down the street, is an old church that has been turned into a restaurant. It is haunted FOR SURE. And one of those ghost hunter television programs did a segment on this place.
    This same town is notorious for its days as being home to a huge KKK chapter and coincidentally was the location for MANY MANY underground railroad houses. There are loads of stories from this town.
    BIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

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  7. After my husband and I got married, we lived in his grandmother’s home. (she had moved to the nursing home.) It was originally Grandma’s parent’s home (my hubby was very close with his great-grandpa… important later) and I told my hubby and his family that I KNEW it was haunted. They all laughed and laughed at me. Once, whilst arguing with my hubby on the phone, I hung up on him and then let loose with a tirade of swear words about him. Suddenly, the door between the kitchen and dining room S.L.A.M.M.E.D shut so hard the wall shook. I immediately began to apologize. Another time, I was at the top of the basement stairs getting ready to carry something heavy down when I felt someone leaning into my side. I felt nervous that I was going to be pushed down the stairs so I didn’t go down. One more… my hubby was out of town and I was pregnant with our first child. I woke up really early in the am and knew someone was in our bedroom, standing beside the bed. I said aloud, “I’m really afraid. Please don’t scare me.” And I heard a voice say, “Don’t worry, I’m just hear checking on you and the baby.” With that I put the covers over my head and my hands over my ears.
    After Grandma died, the family sold the house to a contractor who was going to turn it into a restaurant. About 7 years later, my MIL was talking with a young woman who said she and her famiy lived in the house for a short time because the contractor was building a house for them and it wasn’t ready on time. She asked my MIL if anyone ever saw anything in the house. My MIL said I had, but NO ONE HAD BELIEVED ME!!! The woman went on to describe two ghosts. She described my hubby’s great grandparents to a T.
    I have many more stories from the house.. but I have hi-jacked this blog long enough! BIIIIII!!!!!!

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  8. Love a good ghost story. I have lived in two houses with very active ghosts. To be honest,now that we have moved I kind of miss them being around. Thanks for sharing. Good ghost stories and picutres of old picutres of people that I do not know are right up my ally! (LOL)

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  9. The house I grew up in was haunted and bordered the town cemetary. The bedroom and bathroom, across the hall from each other, were the only two rooms where the “ghost” was seen/felt/slammed doors. My sister and I only felt it’s presence when we were younger, but as we got older, it became more active. My sister used to get up in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep and sit on the oversized bathroom vanity and read. Until she felt she was being watched, got scared and went back to bed. We kept telling my parents that the house was haunted and they wouldn’t believe us until my Dad was getting ready to go out one night and was shaving in the bathroom (he was home alone)and he felt a hand fall on his shoulder. He told us that he finally believed us.
    I’m not as creeped out as I was when I was living there. And I lived in a house in LA for 13 years where a woman had been murdered just before we moved in. I’m pretty sensitive to energy and will instantly feel creeped out or feel like I need to get out of some place and will just go (like I feel at the Galleria in Glendale)cause it feels all wrong.
    My husband thinks there is something or someone in the house where we are now living, but if there is, I don’t feel any ill intent.
    By the way, when you wrote “Bii” I thought it was some new tech word like “Wii”. I just thought you were ahead of us all again June!

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  10. So there was my brother, driving home late, in the rain, at night, when he saw a figure walking along the side of the road. He stopped and picked up the hitchhiker only to see it was a teenage girl in a torn prom dress. He asked where she was headed and she said to her prom and said the year was 1952!

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  11. Well boo to you June. I was so proud of my Hummel Figurine candles I just put on my blog and now you’ve gone and ruined it for me. Good scary story, anyway and I believe your story, too. Did you dress up today? Hope you had an excellent Halloween. :I)Nancy
    PS – I think my back hall in my 100 year old house is haunted. I’m pretty sure one of the wives of Old Pete who we bought it from is in the well outside the back door. I slipped and fell and broke my thumb there and then later broke a toe and slammed my hand in the door. So I finally hung a crucifix there and it’s been pretty uneventful since then. I was more p.o.’d than scared!

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  12. Ooooh . . how could you not be creeped out at the time? But it’s a good thing you weren’t or else you never would have gotten any sleep. What a perfect Halloween post!

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  13. June .. I would have run for the hills if that happened to me. I remember a friend lived in a house that had some pretty nasty spirits hanging around .. like she would wake up in the middle of the night and find a light shining over the baby’s crib .. she would make the boy’s bunk beds and go back in and find them not only stripped of the sheets but physically overturned. She had the local minister come bless the house and drive those scary s-o-b’s out of the house and all was well. Happy Halloween June .. Bii

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  14. My granddad’s sister and her family lived in a house that was haunted. In fact, it was at the base of Kennesaw Mountain where a big Civil War battle occurred. For many years the house was the museum at the Kennesaw Battleground. When my Grandmother was really young, probably 21, she was living alone during the week while my Pop worked in North Georgia. They lived in a house with three graves underneath it. My grandmother started to put my mom’s infant sister down for the night and something/someone tapped on the window. My grandmother wouldn’t put my aunt down. My grandmother tried to see if anyone was on the porch, but never did hear or see anyone. I believe your stories.

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  15. About the time of the cattle mutilations there was rumor of a witches coven, the sisters of Dianna.Naturally we were fascinated,later I found out they were just women runnin’ around in the pasture…drinkin’

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  16. oooh good story. I love hearing about ghost stories. My mom told me that the the house that I was babysat at was haunted. She said I was never bothered by it at all. However, I’m convinced there is a ghost in our bathroom. Nothing has ever happened but, it’s the only room in our home where I get creeped out. I always feel like someone is watching me and it doesn’t matter if it’s day or night. I have always been someone who loves long showers and baths. Not in that bathroom. I’m in and out of that shower. My husband doesn’t believe me, but he’ll also admit that the ghost knows what he can do in that bathroom and runs! Funny.

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  17. I’m coming out of lurkdom to let you know that I totally. loved. this. post. ghost stories from real-life, actual people? love them! eat them up! and did all these things really happen? like someone else said, how were you not freaked out all the time? that’s some pretty crazy stuff. and if there is more, please do tell!
    thank you for making my halloween that much better. 🙂

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  18. Love the stories – I don’t think you got pushed off the balcony, though. maybe the railing was loose from your Uncle standing on it?!? Maybe not??? I saw a ghost the first night I moved into my friend’s house – I just left my soon to be ex-husband & was scared,PO and depressed. I moved into an apt. above my friend’s house (she was British – important later in the story). Anyhow – after a day of moving, I went to bed early and sort of just laid there until I fell asleep – then I looked down at the foot of my bed and their was an elderly man standing there looking at me and he said “You’ll be OK”. And that’s all I remember. I went down the next morning to have tea with my friend and asked her, quite innocently if she had ever seen a ghost in her house? She almost dropped the kettle, turned as white as a, well as a ghost and said yes – 2 college girls who used to live in the apt. got freaked out because they said they saw an old man ghost in the apt. She believed in ghosts because she was British and was a little freaked. Guess he just felt sorry for me…. I wasn’t freaked.
    Have a great weekend!!

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  19. Let me tell you about the year we cattle mutilations here in our town. My uncle was the sheriff so he would let me go look.Man that was a super fun year.

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  20. Sweet Lord. That is scary, scary business. Though I notice Uncle Leo was never around when you experienced ghosty things… Still, how were you not petrified all the time?
    I picture your Aunt Kathy as my own Aunt Kathy and your Uncle Leo as Jerry Seinfeld’s Uncle Leo.

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  21. Good story!
    I was just at the target and while I was checking out my groceries the was a huge guffaw happening outside of the ladies room.
    Is was clear that my checkout person was very interested as to why the manager and two associates were guarding the door.
    Apparently there was a toilet that was flushing itself. Not over flowing, not running, But actually flushing.
    I thought it was funny, but there were some ladies who had been the bathroom who were quite impressed.
    You never know!
    Happy Halloween!

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  22. Wow, that is creepy. I remember as a child, thinking that it would be cool to see a ghost. Now, not so much.
    I think the thing that bothers me the most, is – are these ‘people’ seeing us all the time? Like when I’m in the bathroom, or picking my nose when no one is looking? Creepy.

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  23. Jeez June, is any of that true? I’m home alone in the middle of the day and I just turned on ALL of the lights in my house because that story creeped me out!
    I’m going to be jumping at every noise for the next week.

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