Hi, my name is Aaron and i am 13 years old. My story is not my own, but my Great Gandmothers. Now i know what your thinking, a crazy old women with weird idias in her mind. No. Not my nonnie, she is a strong catholic and has never lied to me or anyone eles and refuses to tell this strory to anyone else becouse she thinks people wont belive her. Well, here is the story.
One Cristmas morning in 1937 my nonnie and her 3 brothers 3 sisters and her mother were all sitting downstairs bye a fireplace in there rich old 3 story home. They have had many other, occurenses like lightes flickering, and dores slamin the opposite way the hinges would bend and wispers. Well back to the story, now my nonnies mother had spent hundreds of dollars on present for everyone of her children and stacked them at the top of there 3 story staircase about 20 feet away from the stairs themselfes. Then sudenly they hear a sound.
It was many wispers children wispers. And a couple of them laghing. But it sounded like it was in there heads, with no directions of were it was coming from. Then they all heard running footsteps up the stairs. Once they reached the top, there was silence. THEN THOUSANDS OF SMASHING SOUNDS FLYING DOWN THE STAIRS. No1 could speak, or move, then my nonnies mother rushed to the stairs in wich the sounds and came from. She slowly made a exaperated scream like sound. The childer slowly rose including my great grandmother, and they rushed to see what had happend.
All of the presents had fell down the stairs. From the outside they appeared not dameged. But they were broken on the inside. Then, nonnie,s mother grabed there hands and they left the house
and all there things and rented a room in a hotel until they reached the landlord, rufusing to ever enter the home again. They sold the home back to the landlord and moved. The landlord soon called them and said no1 would stay in longer than a few weeks.
So there landlord sold the home and property to another landlord. Who had the house demolished. Under many of the sinks, and many of the floreboards, were children bones. The landlord looked up the histroy of the home and soon found that a child molestor/murder, had once lived there. I had to tell this story becouse once my nonnie dies who is now 86, will never be heard again. My grandmother got chills when telling me this story, and had to pause for a few seconds, pray, kiss the cross on here neclace, before returning to telling me.
Here brothers and sisters have all since died, and only one other person was able to tell em the story, her brother, who died a few years ago. I used to be a skeptic but once tale, i believed, and have since then had one of my own occurences, Which someday i may put on this site.