The Ghosts in the Woods
Posted: Thursday, July 02, 2009
by Maxine Headd
Down a long lane of beautiful trees which arched over each other from side to side was a house where time seemed to have stopped and stayed very still. For under the trees, in that time-stayed home, had happened a frightfully close dream of all dreams. The happening event bade everyone to get their relatives close, and check in on them once in a while, for we never knew what was coming to us. For time does not stay still at all. Times moves on and as it does, so do we.
The farmhouse was old and very large. There were than more than 3 bedrooms to it. There was an old Bathroom in the backyard, it really was as pleasant as a bathroom could be. There was not much to it, just two holes and a door. Spiderwebs hung under the top of the roof and we could tell it hadn't been cleaned in forever. The old house had a water pump. You would move the pump handle up and down and water would come out of the ground for you to drink. It was good clear water, it was as cold as a icy winter day to drink. You couldn't find any better water to drink.
The inside of the house was very large and old wallpaper hung to the floor in places along the walls. Their faded patterns of yesteryear looked good in the growing dusk of the old house. The bedrooms were on the right side of the house. The kitchen was built to the left of the rest of the rooms. Hiding in the largest back room of the house was a door which led to the upstairs room. The upstairs was not divided into more rooms, but instead it was just one single large room. It was very dusty. The rooms had not been cleaned in a very long time, and the winds of the day could lay an inch of dust on the floors, walls, and hallways by the evening hours, Dust was especially great in the upper stairway of the house. Stay in the doorway that led to the upper stairs and you would get an uncomfortable feeling in your soul to say the least.
Outside, the yard was lovely, although the grass was six inches tall. The grass was sweet and a light green in the late Spring day, you could tell it was waiting for the lawn mowing engines to start their yearly trust with the grass. Out in the back were fruit trees, blooming with the early bloom of Flowers and all of the Bushes had a shine of green on them that meant the summer sun wasn't going to be a long time away. Out to the right, following a cornered area of the yard, was a little road which led to the Barn. A large outbuilding I thought, but they reasonably called it the Barn,.In the evening light, it just stood there and said nothing to those who stared at it. All the windows on the barn were closed up tight against the wind and the early chill of the air as the long night began to crawl into your inner being.
You could tell there was something going on there but what exactly was it? I could already tell that I wanted to leave this place and fast. But I could not leave the ground from where I was at. I was not here alone. My brother had come with me. My little brother who was two years younger than me. I couldn't leave him here, could I? I had been brought here by my older brother Kenneth, who had told us ghost stories of this place. I did not thank him for bringing me here tonight to this haunted house place. I wanted to go home.I should not have listened to him, but I had listened to him and now we were here, waiting for something.
But it was getting dark and I had been brought to a god-forsaken house that I did not live in. I didn't want to live here. But I did not believe the stories Kenneth had been telling. I wanted to believe that they were not true . That's why I was here. My brother and I wanted to see if they were true. Regardless, of whether I believed or not whether the stories were true or not, I certainly did feel the need to tread the ground toward home. But I could not, because, Ronnie Lynn would not go with me. It was a mile long walk back to the highway from the lane we were in, and about seven miles through country roads to get home to my Mom and Dad's. I couldn't go alone, could I?
Well, the dark was coming in, and the house felt restless to us as we waited in the darkness of the approaching night time hours. We stayed outside and talked carefully to one another as the evening progressed. About eleven o'clock, my Sister-in-law and their children went in to the kitchen and we gathered slowly around the table. And as we stood there, everyone needed to be silent and still, for it was said that we would hear a sound in the kitchen. A sound of footsteps which would walk into the kitchen, and then out of the kitchen, and through the back door. We needed to be set up in the kitchen waiting for the footsteps to come and keep our feet very quiet.
Kenneth had Kerosene lamps, but he said he needed to turn the kerosene lamps out before the footsteps came. It was just as he turned out the lights that we heard the footsteps come into the kitchen area. I heard them first coming around the kitchen door, then they turned and walked around the table, and then the sound of footsteps went out the back door. We had done nothing. We just waited there. I accused Kenneth of doing the footstep thing to scare us, but he said "No, Mary, I didn't move at all." "What you heard were the footsteps of the man who had killed himself in the back yard under the old Apple tree." I didn't believe Kenneth. The footsteps had seemed way to natural. So we went on that night to another part of the haunting of the old house. I heard Ronnie Lynn say" Oh, My lord" but that wasn't the biggest thing going on in this world. We had no visible proof that the footsteps had even come but ourselves. We couldn't believe the footsteps were real to anyone.
Then we broke up around the kitchen table, Kenneth wanted us to go into the room where the upstairs door was and watch what would happen on the steps going up to the upstairs. I wasn't too happy about that. Not at all. Kenneth said that every night in the upstairs room, there was a sound of a tub being overturned with the water still in it and water sounds like its coming down the stairs. After a few more minutes, there comes the sound of a body being dragged bump, bump, bump, down on the stairway. This was not something I wanted to ever be a witness to. I believed now in the goings on of the house however, I seriously wanted to go home and fast. I really, really wanted to go home and be safe with Mom and Dad. In their House, not this one. I was only 14 and my little brother was 11. I didn't think we were ready for this. But no, they were all gung ho for going upstairs, and I thought they were braver than I was, and I would just stay where I was for right now. I had not seen anything upstairs but a straight wood floor.
But when they stopped their advent going up the stairs and then turned around and stood still. I nearly went wild. For Ronnie Lynn went stock still on the third floor of the steps and just stared straight out like he couldn't move. I thought they had been taken over by the Ghost of the upstairs. And God help my feet to stay still, because they were running by themselves. No, that wasn't it, That wasn't it, there was no movement from them at all. Ronnie Lynn was starring past me at something happening behind me and that's when I left the room really as fast as I could get out of there, I left. I wanted out of there right then. It was about 3:00 o'clock in the morning and my feet were ready to go. I did not want to leave by myself, but my feet were ready to go.
Well, they came and got me, from where I had hidden myself. They told me they would take me home in the morning if I would just stay with them the rest of the night. So I said, " that I would," and we talked for a little while longer. Then they began to want to go down to the Barn and see if anything down there had changed. I said "oh my God," really slow. But they determined to go and go we did. I can't imagine all of these things happening here in one house, but I could tell that there had been real desperation there. Yes sir, I certainly could. I was getting desperate myself. I really wanted to go home. If my Mom and Dad had a telephone, you would hear it ringing the bells because I was already calling them loudly enough. Calling "MOM" "Dad" come and get me I am ready to come home. But that did not happen either.
We decided to go out to the barn real quick. Morning would soon be here and Kenneth would drive us home. So, we went out to the Barn, we went down the little road that led to the Barn and when we got there. There was nothing out of the ordinary except that the window was open. And because, I swear it, I saw a Man hanging there in the window, his body gently just swinging in the wind, swinging from the roof inside of the building. I want you to know it was about 5:00 a.m. in the morning. But my feet took off and left the ground and I reached home in about 2 hours. I jumped in my bed and I stayed there. I may still be there now. It's Hellfire and Damnation, I don't think That I'll be coming out any time soon
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