When I was about 15 I was staying with this family and they told me a story thay i will never forget. Now I have both heard the story and had my own exspirence. First I will tell you the story and I apolagize if it takes to long.

There was once a husband and wife who live house far from everyone elts. the woman had woken one morning to find her husband dead by the front door and the door was wide open. The woman franticly ran down the long dirt road to find someone to help. On her way down the road a man in a car stopped and asked what was wrong the woman told him what happened and she got in and he brought her to the neighbors to call the police wile the man went back to stay with the body. When the man gets to the house the body was gone. They never found the body. The woman didnt live long after this happened they say she died of a broken heart.

The man and the woman are supposedly still in the house, but they can not find each other.
Now the other part is that when you go past the house you have to wave until you cant see the house anymore, if you dont unexplainable this will happen and will continue to happen until they are satisfied.

Now I will tell you of my own experience with this house. The night they told me this story I didnt believe them so they took me there. Before we got to the house everyone started waving and they had not told me whin to wave. I started waving but it was too late. There was banging on the outside of the truck and i started to freak out. We were going to stop and turn around to go back home but the steering wheel wouldnt turn so dave the guy who was driving put on the bracks we almost went into the ditch we finally got the steering wheel to work so we turned around and headed back. On the way back we were all waving but apparently they were not satisfied. The banging started again and there were a pair of gloves on the floor of the truck and they came up in front of me and landed on the dash board then all of a sudded there was this huge thump. We stoped the truck and looked out the back window and there was nothing there so we headed back home we were almost there when dave noticed that his hat was missing and he insisted that one of us took it. When we pulled in the driveway we could see the hat lying under the bushes. I screemed lets get the hell out of here. Unfortunately it was not over. Dave sat his self in front of the TV and asked me to get a pack of cigarettes out of the frige I opened the frige door and yelled to him that there was not any in there he yelled back that there was and to wait a few minutes and they will show up I thought he was joking but when he yelled to me a few minutes later to get some cigarettes out of the frige I opened the door not believing that they would be there but to my surpise they were. Little things like this would happened off and on over the next week some more severe than others. The next morning dave was going to the house to say we were sorry, but before he could get there right in the middle of the road right where we thought we had hit something was a plain white sheet layed out like someone had mad!
e a bed. He picked up the sheet and brang it to the porch and said he was sorry and he got the hell out of there.

A lot of freaky things happened within that week and the seemed to get worse if you talked about them. Lets just say that to this day I do not speak ill of ghosts.