I wish they would go away
HThis is a story that has been going on for as long as I can remember. This story takes place in Hancock County, Mississippi. I remember seeing things at my grandma's house when I was a kid. I have taken thousands of photos over the years and in every photo there is not a single bullet apparent. My aunt and uncle live in the house now, she also suspects that something bad is happening in the house. At night she felt someone put his arm around her when her uncle was not at home. The toilet flushes automatically. During Halloween, you can hear children talking and running around the house. Now that they have children, the activity has increased. Her oldest saw daddy's head in the closet. Now, when I visit their home, I always take photos with the children. And every time I take one, there are between ten and fifty bullets in each one. It really bothers me that this is happening. Just a week ago I took about fifty photos. Every time I take one, I enlarge the ball and there is always a face present. Who knows how long it will last. So know that I am pressed to unravel this mystery. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
115-year-old slave house haunted
ANDIt all started when my best friend moved to a novel house right behind the post office. The first time I went there was for her birthday. The first thing she did was tell us the history of the house. It turns out the house was at least 115 years antique. It had slave passages, most of them boarded up, but one, leading through her closet and connecting her room to her stepsister's, was still open. That was a few years ago. I was about 10 or 11 years antique and had never had an experience with ghosts before.
We stayed up slow that night, me and about 5 or 6 other girls, plus my best friend's older sister, Codi. We told ghost stories until slow and then we snuck into the store to buy some candy to last us the rest of the evening. Both of Sarah's parents were asleep on the couch when we snuck in, and they were still asleep when we went upstairs and crowded into her stepsister's miniature bedroom, which was filled with junk because she didn't live there very often. We were talking about what we were going to do for the rest of the evening when one of Shelly's girls announced that she was dressing up as a spy and went to the bathroom.
We started arguing about what we were going to do when we heard movement in Sarah's room next to us. Thinking it was Shelly, I left and told her to leave Sarah's room.
Just as I was leaving, the bathroom door opened and Shelly came out. She said she heard someone walking around the bedroom. I told her we thought it was her. When I returned to the room, people were putting their ears to the closet doors and listening across the slave corridor. But when we went in to get our sleeping bags, because we didn't sleep there anymore, and the lights were still off, there was no one there. The only living, breathing souls in the room were Sarah's two rats.
Soon after, Sarah moved out.
Condemnation of the Spirit
ABOUTOn March 19, 2007 at A Birch in Brisbane I was waiting for the Port Arthur tour to start at the back of the main building. It was approaching four-thirty in the afternoon, which is when the tour begins. At the beginning of the trip, I sat on the first bench next to the tourist clock. I saw a six-foot-tall man in old-fashioned overalls walk around the back of the main building, pass me in the seat, walk down the stairs and disappear. I noticed he looked at me as he walked by, he had long hair at shoulder length and an elderly jumpsuit with one strap hanging down, and some elderly fashioned shirt and it looked pretty good that he wasn't wearing shoes. I thought it was a staff member dressed up for a performance, thinking it would be part of the tour.
This is a strange thing, none of the staff dress up for performances. OK, apparently I saw the ghost of a convict?
In my opinion this was a normal occurrence as others saw what they thought were staff dressed up for a show but turned out to be the ghosts of convicts.