More ghost stories

The final installment of the ghost stories I was told growing up.  Once again, these are true according to my mother.  She claims these happened to her and her family growing up and as children everything she told us was taken for fact.  You can find the other stories here and here.

Don't go outside

One of the many migrant moves that took my grandparents around the midwest landed them in a mobile home.  This mobile home was near a storm ditch, steep slope and deep.

One night my grandparents decided to go out and leave the kids without a babysitter.  They left my 9 aunts and uncles to care for themselves.  The only instructions they left were "Don't go outside."

As usually happens when there are lots of unsupervised children they became a little rambunctious.  Things got out of hand and they were soon outside wrestling and rolling down the steep embankment of the storm ditch.

After many times of rolling down the ditch my mom looked up and saw something on the roof of their home laughing and jumping.  Mom screamed and everyone ran in the house.

While in the house the creature on the roof tormented them for a long period of time.  The roof and walls trembled and shook under the weight of this thing.  Lights flickered throughout the entire ordeal.

Terrified my aunts and uncles screamed and cried.  The tormenting continued long into the night until my grandparents came home to find the terrified kids crying.

Ghost Bride

Traveling to another location brought my family to an old two story house with an attic.  It was large and spacious, especially for a family of 11.  The landlord gave them one rule, don't go to the attic.

As seemed to always happen my aunts and uncles were having a lot of fun one night and while my grandparents weren't paying attention my uncle dared my mom to open the door.  They were bored and wanted to explore.

Initially my mom refused claiming that was their only rule.  My uncle was very persuasive and eventually convinced my mom to open the door.

As soon as the door opened a crack a loud scream was heard throughout the house.  A gust of wind forced the door open and my mom saw a misty figure of a woman dressed in a wedding gown.

This figure disappeared and screaming could be heard throughout the house.  Doors opened and shut by themselves, lights flickered on and off in every room throughout the house.

The family could only take it so long before they were forced to go outside and wait for the landlord to arrive.  My grandparents demanded an explanation.  It was then that they were told of the bride.  She was dressed in her gown coming down the stairs when she tripped and fell down the rest, breaking her neck and dying.