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MIDNITE VISITOR
In 1960 I was in the first grade, thats about as far back as I can remember. Even then it began to occur to me that I was a little "different" than other kids. The first really vivid experience that I can recall happened way back then, in 1960.
My mothers house is about 100 years old. In those days when a family member died it was common practice to have the casket and corpse on display in the home. In this particular home there had been two such funerals that we know of, of course I didn't know about this until I was much older. So knowing that my story begins.
During a particularly severe thunderstorm during the late summer, I was awakened. Not by by the storm but by my bed being shaken, as if someone were literally shaking the mattress with urgency, as if saying "Get Up, Get Up!" As I lay there becoming oriented to my surroundings I heard someone whisper rather loudly "Now is the Time!". I called out to my sister who was right in the very next room but she didn't answer. I was terrified. I jumped out of bed and ran to Tina's where I found her in a deep sleep. I woke her and told her what happened, now we were both scared, although together we returned to my room and turned on the lights. Of course there wasn't anything there.
This soon became a nightly occurance and held me in terrorized captivity for many years. Neither one of my sisters ever experienced this phenomena. I used to be scared witless as every night I layed in bed and waited for "IT" to happen. And it always did, 3-4 nites a week. This phenomena increased it's boldness over the next few years, to the point where it would touch me, or softly sing to me, or shake the bed intermittantly throughout the nite. It never hurt me,other than frighten me.
Eventually, while in High School I convinced my sister to change rooms with me. She slept in my old room for a couple of months before it began happening to her. She would complain of being woke by the "shaking bed", but she felt dizziness and nausea accompanying this event. She also told me that she tried to get out of bed on several occasions only to pass out. I eventually married and moved out, but I must admit that this "bed shaking" still occurs occasionally and I am no more comfortable with it now than I was then.
This story was only recently told to me by a very dear friend who is also a minister. He states that he and his cousin actually visited this site as teenagers, however he does not recall it's exact location other than it is in the Elmore, Ohio area. If you have more information please contact us, as we would love to investigate it!
The legend says that in the days before telephones and organized fire departments, this particular rural farm had a young family in residence. Apparently a fire started (to us, of unknown origin) and the whole family perished in the fire, including several small childre. It is said that if you go to this site you can hear the babies crying and screaming for help.
In the late 1970's and early 80's, I lived in a rural farm area, Genoa, Ohio to be exact. I actually lived on State Route 51, next to the Wheel Horse Dealer. One of my friends at that time also lived on Rt.51 going towards the 795 intersect. We frequently visited back and forth and the story I am about to tell you actually did happen in just this way!
It was mid October and I had been visiting in the kitchen with Candy when I looked up and saw an old man with gray hair and a full mustache and beard. He was all in dark blue, from his turtle nec sweater and pants to the jaunty seamans cap he wore. He was smoking a meerschaum pipe. He only watched us for a second then and turned and walked into one of the bedrooms. Not knowing at the time that what I had just witnessed was an apparition, I asked Candy who it was that I just saw. She immediately jumped up after I described him and said "I don't know who it is, it's a ghost that been around here for a while".
She then began to tell me about how he would flicker the lights in all the upstairs bedrooms, but particularly in hers, how everyone could hear him walking about, also that he would open windows at night and leave them open. She then asked me to come up into her bedroom with her so she could show me what happened everytime she went in there. We sat comfortably on the bed talking "lady" talk when suddenly the little lamp on the headboard started to go on and off very rapidly. Then the radio came on. Then the radio went off and the lights came back on. Thier was a feeling of "presence" in that room. AS if one where not alone. Even the air felt sooo different.
The smell of cherry pipe tobacco seemed to float through the air, it lingered for a short while then faded. I can recall these events clearly as if they happened just yesterday, it was quite unforgettable!
Eventually it was time for me to leave and I wasn't too happy about the long drive home on back country roads, alone. I hurriedly jumped in my car locking the doors immediately, my only thought was to get home as soon as possible. Just as I saw the lighted pole lamp on our pole barn I began to smell cherry pipe tobacco. I froze with fear, afraid tolook and more afraid not to. I did glance in my rearview mirror and for the second time in one day I saw the apparition we later named "Gus". Gus made himself at home in my home, only occasionally returning to Candy's house. He never did anything to harm any of us, but we still weren't happy that he was there. He would
sometimes make his presence known, via a shadow, or footsteps, sometimes cherry pipe tobacco. Gus stayed with us until we moved in 1983.
I never knew what became of Gus after our move. He didn't go with us. I always hoped the new residents of the house were able to accept him, and let him be.
In 1984 I moved from a rural farm area to the "BIG city", Toledo. We had rented a lovely (or so I thought) little house from my brother-in-law. This home had been built by his parents and only had them as owners, until we moved in.
We began our move in May, I would go over after the boys left for school and would clean and paint and all the stuff moving entails.
The layout of the house was: a basement, completely finished off and turned into a bar/rec room, the main floor had a kitchen, bathroom, two bedrooms and a living room, the upstairs was one very large bedroom the size of the whole house. This is where I planned for the two boys to sleep.
After making up the twin beds I decided to lay down for a short nap. I dreamt that there was a little "evil" thing that was attacking me, and I couldn't wake up. I fought and fought to wake out of this dream, I was partially concious because I could hear the neighbors dog barking and people moving around outside. I was feeling an awful pain in my left outer calf but I could not move to rub it. After what seemed an eternity, I was able to wake completely. I finally was able to see my leg and at that point, I was really frightened. My leg had a complete set of "human" type bitemarks imprinted on it. The skin wasn't broken but you must remember I was the only one there. A simple case of sleep paralysis? You decide!
(I will be adding to the story of the demon house, where so many things happened I could probably fill a book.)
'The Apparition' was submitted to GhostSeeker, by a young man who lives in the Carey/Findlay Ohio area. He wishes to remain anonymous. However if you would like to contact him you can do so through me.
When I was 12 years old I was part of a youth Church group in Findlay Ohio. On one particular Halloween Nite we held a 'lock in' party. I was in the sanctuary of the church sleeping with all the other kids and I woke up feeling as if I hadn't had a drink in days. I went to the kitchen for my drink. Across the hall there is a room known as the Fellowship Hall, I heard something coming from this room and assumed it was somebody playing around. I opened the door and saw someone standing by the southern most window. When I turned on the light it seemed like it was moving in slow motion. This shadow ran to the north side of the room and then it just disappeared. I never felt so scared from anything in my life. I tried going to the Fellowship Hall several times since that night, but it never happened again.
In Findlay Ohio, the houses on East Sandusky St. are connected by an underground tunnel. Which I did not know until I was asked to do some repair on a particular home on that street. I am not sure what purpose it served, but it extends west for an 1/8 of a mile and east for a 1/10 of a mile and appears to be an underground connection to all these houses.
Well I arrived at the correct address, and on time. I followed the man to the kitchen where work was to be done. I immediately froze right in the doorway. I couldn't force myself to go in there. I asked him who had died here and he said that an elderly couple had lived there about 10 years ago, but they were now both deceased. He also stated that the man had died and within a few weeks his inconsolable widow hung herself from the kitchen light fixture. I don't know if all that is true, but try as I might, I could not go in. My question is: Did the uncomfortable feeling I associated with a presence, come from the suicide scene or from the underground tunnel?
There is an apartment house on the West side of Findlay that was rented by my cousin and his now ex-wife, it was a small upper floor apartment. My Cousin says that the closet door in the living room would never stay closed. He tried putting a block in front of it, and even nailed it shut at one time. But every time he would return from work the door would be open, again. When he worked third shift his wife would complain about hearing footsteps and running across the living room floor while she was trying to sleep. Needless to say their stay at the new apartment lasted less than one month. I know the house he talks of, and that upper floor apartment is still empty after 13 years!
The Hitchhiker
Just about a year ago, around this time I was driving to Toledo after dark. There is a set of railroad tracks right in the center of town near a bar. It is well known that there have been several deaths on these tracks, whether they were suicides or accidents is unknown. Anyway as I was driving along I saw man standing near the side of the road. He appeared to just be standing there, motionless and expressionless. As I neared him he suddenly darted out infront of my car and panicked, I slammed on the breaks knowing there wasn't enough time to stop. When I came to a stop I got out of the car and was terrified that I had hit him, yet there was noone around! I thought that maybe he was under the car but NO, there was no man there either. Quite shaken I continued my trip and eventually the incident dropped from mind. Then this past Friday I had been running errands with my mother and we were returning home after dark, when she suddenly slammed on the brakes. She then asked me if I had seen the man standing on the side of the road, she said that he appeared to lunge out in front of the car, but once again when we got out to look for him there was noone to be found! I asked her to describe this man, and she gave the following description which perfectly matched the man I had seen. Dark hair, plaid flannel, about 5'10" and he just seemed to stare off into space until he decided to jump in front of the car. I am not sure who this man may be but I now avoid driving this route after dark!