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Haunted Farm House
by Kelly S.

This is about my experiences and some of my family members experiences with the paranormal. Marry Graham owned a hundred acre farm in West Virginia. She and her husband had lived on and built the farm since they were married. My stepfather and mother took interest in the place, my stepfather to please my mother and my mother to fulfill her lifelong dream of owning horses. She wanted to sell the farm and split the money between her kids. I found the old lady opinionated but nice and interesting. She was a no-nonsense type of person. She was dying and knew it. She wanted us to get the farm for she knew we would keep it working and not sell it off for commercial use. We bought the house first, problems with the deed halted the property purchase, and were already fixing it up. 

Even then strange things happened. And when Marry died that's when the fun stuff started to happen. The living room always had cold spots. I never put much thought into it, except you avoided those areas if you wanted to stay warm. While playing in the room with my little sister, I noticed the room cool. Suddenly the candle on the television flared up as if wind blew, the glass bowl around it exploded. All new windows were put in, all windows were closed, sealed, and covered for winter. Things would also be occasionally moved there. The attic. This place always gave me the creeps. My parents plans to make the attic my sister's and my room was quickly swayed with our fright (even before anything happened). I was always bold when it came to conquering my fears, and somehow talked my sister into coming upstairs. We played up there for a while. I felt something watching. I turned to see a large rat creature staring us down. My sister hid behind me as I stared it down, not daring to take my eyes off of it. It turned, making a funny growl sound, and disappeared. No tracks in the sawdust or drywall dust from construction. 

I was in the attic reading, ignoring the eerie feeling. I heard furniture being moved around behind me. Surprised, I looked back to see the corner, which held only a couch, which now I was leaning upon. I shook it off as my imagination. Later I heard furniture moving across wood floor. I found this odd right away since only my room and my parent's room had wood floors. Then I heard a voice that sounded like my grandmother's boyfriend. I ran down to greet him since I hadn't seen him in a long time. I stopped in the living room to see my aunt, grandma, and my littlest sister. I questioned them. No Tom, TV and radio were off, all possible rational sources marked off. Parents' bedroom. (Mary's room) My favorite event happened here. Mary's children left her clothes in the house for us to deal with. Grandma, being the clean freak she is, decided Mary's dresses needed to go. As she was going for more dresses to shove in the bag, something grabbed her by her hair and lifted her a foot off the ground, onto a hook on the closet door. I didn't know whether to laugh or freak. I just saw grandma fly! I had to help her down. After that she always picked on grandma in little ways. Mom just happened to glance in her mirror one night and only to see Mary instead of her own reflection. In the few years we lived there we got use to most of the strange happenings in the house. The house was almost completely remodeled and life seemed normal. 

But one August night would change all that. I went to bed late, feeling restless. I vaguely remember being awakened by my stepfather as he came in from work and got a shower. Next thing I knew I had four people trying to break out my window! A fire had engulfed the front part of the house. We lost everything in the living room (was the candle a premonition?), kitchen, and attic. After everyone got over the shock. There was a discussion of what happened. My mother woke up to what she thought was the alarm clock. She rolled over and went back to sleep since it was set for Tim. All of a sudden she was ripped from bed and shoved out the door. The fire alarm was going off instead of the alarm clock. When questioned why he had be so rough, my stepfather said he didn't do it. Was it Mary or one of the other ghosts? We sold the old farmhouse and moved onto the main part of the land. Today Mary and her husband still live there.

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