Ghost Stories

AND In my opinion, they lived an endless life. If you read my second guest in the shadowy, you know that I jumped from place to place. I can't stand the usual! After moving with his father at the age of 17, he and his family just moved from home in Tremoton Utah to my father's hometown in Kamas Utah. We moved to “Afton Brimhall's House”. For the first time I lived in a house that had its own name. Afton Brimhall was a good friend of my father and grandmother. He and his wife went through before I met any of them. Afton and his wife died at home, which did not bother me at that time. By that time, death was something I spent and felt more comfortable than some. When we entered for the first time, my stepmother (and best friend) turned to my dad and told him that she couldn't live there. She said she was feeling like she was unwanted at home. I felt nothing. My stepmother could not sleep when my dad was not in business and by that time I began to feel unwanted. My stepmother and I just decided to stick together and not let anything be in our home.

About a month later, business began to sluggish down, and my dad started spending more and more time at home. As soon as he started spending more time at home, feelings began to become actions against us. At that time, I not only had problems with my presence in our home, but I was also dealing with a can of worms, which I opened at my friend's home in southern Jordan (look at the guest in the shadowy). The attacks in our house began with my stepmother and then expanded to me. My stepmother's birthday was the most terrifying of all these experiences. We went for dinner at Trolly Square, together as a family, and for Temple Square, to hear the choir singing. When we returned home tonight and separated to our rooms, I began to notice that the usual sense of watching in my room disappeared. I didn't know if I should feel relief or concern. Only than all the lights at home flickered and came out when they returned, every electronic device in our home was activated. At the beginning we thought that maybe it was an escalate in power. But than it became obvious that it wasn't. We turned off all our electronic devices, at which moment my little sisters were too scared to go to sleep. My two sisters divided the room next to mine. Of course, being a wonderful sister I am, I went back to bed. In my room, my stereo joined and began to play one of my favorite songs. Now, of course, I would not care, except that the song, I think, was a warning. The band that plays this song is CKY, and the song title is Escape from Hellveiv. It disturbed me. Although I love this song, the message was clear. I quickly turned off the stereo and stayed in the room if I left in panic, scared my sisters.

After a few minutes, the stereo downstairs began to play, Tom up, the song I just turned off. My sisters and I met by the stairs and looked down the banist in the living room where the stereo was. My dad broke out of his furious room. He started shouting at the name Aphtons. It scared me! He began to complain about how Afton destroyed a good night and upset his family. I saw my dad nervous and I can say that from experience, you don't want him to be furious with you! So of course my sisters and I sat quietly, listening to him, trying not to give our position to my dad. When he finished screaming, he went to sleep. Now it bother me the most that it never happened again when my dad was at home. I believe that Afton respected my dad enough not to attack us when he was at home.

A year later my stepmother had enough, so we moved again. I have never returned to this house and I never want to come back.