Ghost Trilogy 3


This it the third stage of the trilogy. If you have already read my other 
stories then you will know that ghosts seem to follow me and my life if not that 
then I'm just extremely unlucky when it comes to the paranormal.........

When I was 19 and I had had my first child I had moved out of my mum and dads 
and into a house of my own, in a very remote area living next door to my 
sister Nadean and her little boy. Nadeans son and my little girl were only 6 weeks 
and 6 days apart in birth. The two houses were semi detached and were the 
only houses for about a mile. The houses were down a little track. Just before 
the track, on the left hand side was a derelict church that we don't know very 
much about, but very over groan nonetheless.

On the first night Monica (my daughter) and myself were unpacking or should I 
say, I was unpacking and she was just dribbling all over the boxes as she 
loved doing when my sitter and her son came over to see how we were getting on. I 
made a cup of tea and then we both sat down to have rest. 

It was around 7pm and the kids were playing quietly on the floor when we herd 
banging coming from next door (my sisters house) as there was no one next 
door we were pretty shaken by it. When It finally stopped we all went over to 
check what had happened. Nothing had been moved and it looked just like normal. 
This happened a few times but as it happened quite often we just started to 
ignore it the best we could but that wasn't the end of the weirdness.......

The house we were living in had two bedrooms. On the landing the bedroom 
doors were opersit each other with the bathroom in the middle of the two rooms. 
For some reason Monicas room was always freezing even with two radiators. Her 
bedroom was really creepy and when you walked in, you always felt that you were 
never alone. These were not the only things that made this house creepy.......

whenever I entered the house it always seemed like I was walking into something. 
You know, the feeling that you get when you walk into a room and you know 
that they have been talking about you. The house never felt like it belonged 
to me. I really didn't like it.

I think I ended up living there no longer then 8 months before I had to move 
out of this really uneasy property.

After we had left, my sister was still living there. Man moved into my old 
house. He too thought the house was creepy and especially hated Monicas old 
room. He used it for storage only and never went in there after dark. When he was 
still leaving there he did a background check on the house and found out that 
a farther and his two daughters had lived there. The two girls died young in 
monicas bedroom and he had died shortly after. All three of them were buried in 
the church grounds over the road. When my sister found this out she moved her 
son and her self out.

About a year had past and almost everything had been forgotten apart from one 
thing that my (now) brother in-law forgot to tell me.........

Even though my sister and david (brother in-law) were not living together 
they were still very much together. David worked away in telford where he was 
from and would visit Nadean and there son on the weekends. This weekend was no 
different or so they thought......

David is a biker and as far as I know not very easily spooked. I know he 
wasn't pulling my leg when he told me this story because he seemed a little 
embarrass telling me.

It was before I had moved in next door (thank god) when David and Nadean had 
gone upto bed. Nadean has always slept like a log (as they say) and was always 
impossible to wake up. David snored really loud but wasn't a very deep 
sleeper. 

He told me that on this night he was woken up by the sound of scratching on 
the bedroom window. Take note that this was upstairs and there isn't anyway 
someone or something could of got its way up there. Anyway as he woke up he 
walked over to the window. The scratching was getting louder and louder. As he 
pulls the curtains back he saw this thing covered with fur with big yellow eyes 
lunged at him with long razor sharp claws, trying to come at him through the 
glass. Shitting himself, he backs up and falls over the bed. By the time he 
looks up the thing has gone. 

Now when I first herd this story I thought he might of been dreaming it but 
as the years have gone by I have herd another 3 similar stories like it. One 
was from Telford and the other 2 were from around my area "West Wales" 

To this day David's story hasn't changed and I'd really like to know if there 
is anyone out there who knows of anything similar to his story. Please let me 
know by emailing me at vixen_vamp8@hotmail.com. Thankyou for taking the time 
to read my story and if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask.

Story by Jenna Cole