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Of all things, a haunted TRAILER!

Hey Everyone...
I have been a member for a year or so now, but I rarely post, I mostly just lurk, and I havent even done that in a while.. lol.

Anyways...
One of the first stories I posted here was of a friend of mine I was dating, and his haunted mobile home. The original thread is kind of old, and I am not sure where to find it, but the jist of the story was a young boy lived in the house and died from inhaling as he was regurgitating... and strange things happened there. One neighbor is the boys brother, and the other is his father... at the time we didn't know much more than that, and we told a particularly obnoxious aquaintance about the ghost, and he got on the intercom system and cussed "it" out, then went outside to smoke, and tried to tease us by making sounds in the outside intercom... that never worked till that night... after the obscenitites...

Anyways, since then we (my friend who owned the house) became serious, moved in together, and got a room mate to rent out the back bedroom of the house. We also learned lots of things about the boy...

He was nine years old when he died, the road we live on is named after him, he would be our age (mid twenties) had he lived, he was trying to keep from being sick on the dinner table and accidentally inhaled his regurgitation, he died in the hall bathroom (a particularly creepy place that sometimes makes me cry for no reason) before the ambulance even arrived, he was a kind and wonderful child, and one of our friends knew him personally and felt obligated to tell us this story.

And strange things have happened...

Four people had the exact same dream of something being trapped in the hallway and not able to leave that area of the house. One friend saw a shadow person, short and squatty on the wall, sort of shaped like a mythical creature called a "satyr". Another had a dream that the satyr was a kind entity protecting the rest of the household from some evil trapped in the back. All of these dreams took place in the living room. The thing HATED me living there. It did everything to get me to leave, Eric (my b/f at the time) and I had a dream *simultaneously* and woke from it in cold sweats *simultaneously* that some creature dove in the sheet to attack me and I screamed for help, and Eric killed it, only realize upon pulling back the sheets that he had killed me instead as the creature slinked of snickering. Our room mate's girlfriend thought he was talking in his sleep one night only to find him sitting up quite awake having a conversation with someone that wasn't there, and asking her what he was doing there and why she brought him. He didn't remember it the next day.

Then Eric and I became engaged, he became insanely interested in Alister Crowley and bought a Thoth Tarot Deck, and did a reading for the entity... it said while terrifying... it's bark was basically worse than it's bite... that it could only mess with our heads, but couldn't do anything physical, and that it disliked change, and wanted to be free.

I don't know if that was true or not, but things stopped after that, and on a side note, Eric's reading on our room mate said he was going to be facing big changes and heart break and that he was going to either be emotionally imprisoned (commitment) or that he was going to be physically imprisoned... he took it to mean that his ex was his heart break, the change was living with us, and his new girlfriend was his commitment... however, he lost his new girlfriend a month later, became severly hooked on drugs, and our room mate, the most peaceful person I knew at the time, commited several acts of breaking and entering before commiting armed robbery and being put in federal prison...

And then Eric and I got married, the house "rumbled" a little at first... flipping the bible open, and making scratching sounds in the back of the house... nothing big...

Until I started lurking around here again... things are blatantly falling off of shelves, my dog barks at absolutely nothing the runs and hides under the couch, the perfect reception of the television will go to loud static when I log on here only to abruptly stop when I say "shut up".

Anyways, sorry so long... just thought some of you may find this interesting... I used to walk around shaking in my boots all the time, and my husband is just a big investigative, curious nut who thinks all those strange dots in my mom's digital pics of our wedding are his dead relatives coming in from the church grave yard for our big day :) I'm not shaking in my boots anymore, but after a few big scares, he isn't an amateur paranormal investigator anymore either... for now :)

Boo!

Tiffany Michele