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April 2001
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The
Haunted Barn
by Marie R.
My aunt's home has been subject to many researches from colleges in the past. Her home is in Macon, Georgia. At one time was a barn, built in the early 1900s. My aunt and uncle found out in the late '50s it was for sale with a large amount of land for a very fair price. My uncle was able to look beyond the falling boards of the barn and see a home. They bought the property and began to turn it into a home.
While in the process of building the home, a tragic thing happened. A child was playing in the loft of the barn three stories up while no adult was around. There was a large open-ended water tank. The eight-year-old climbed in and drowned. My aunt and uncle were devastated. They continued the work on the home and a year later had turned it into a beautiful home. On the top level were the children's bedrooms. About three years later the strange things started.
I happened to be there spending the night when it started. I was sleeping next to my cousin giggling when we heard footsteps going down the tiny stairway leading to the living room. We both had school the next day, so thinking my aunt was on her way up to tell us to go to sleep we closed our eyes and waited for her she never came. We really thought nothing of it until it happened again. Both of us got up to see if it was my other cousin, but she was asleep in her bed. We then thought an intruder was in the house and took off down the stairs to my aunt and uncle's room as fast as we could. I was first and my cousin behind me. When I got to the bottom of the dark stairs I heard her fall. As I turned to help her up, she was right there with me - she had not fallen. We both screamed and froze. My uncle came around the corner with my aunt trying to see what was wrong. It took us forever to tell them. When it came out, they just said we were hearing things and passed it off and went back to bed. Months later, my aunt called my mother telling her that the night before none of the kids were home and my aunt and uncle heard banging up in the kids loft. When they got there they found where the attic storage door lock had been beaten off. They then were believers.
Now that I have given you the history of how it all started, let me just give you some of the other things (big things) that have happened over the years, because there is just not enough time to tell you all of them.
The running down the stairway happens with the falling at least three times a week, even now. We were downstairs washing dishes one day and we heard a loud crash. When we got up there, a pot that was on one side of the room was now broken on the other. We have never been able to put a lock on the attic door and we think the reason is because that is how you get the where the water tank was. My aunt canned, and after we had been in the kitchen all day, every jar of apple butter was pushed off and broken. Once in bed, I watched the door that was propped open with a book slowly close. Lots of things went missing only to find them months or years later in the same place we had looked many times before and they were not there. Piano playing. One of my cousins said she saw a figure of a man a old man that disappeared. This we do not understand because it was a boy that was killed. But that does not mean he was the only one we do not have all of the history of the barn.
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