Paranormal Story Archives
September 2002 –
Page 33
Haunted
House at Three Creeks
by Mrs. Johnson
The following happened at the house where I used to live in a little community called Three Creeks. My husband and I had been given four acres of land by his father, and we were to build a house on it. Little did we know at the time that we would be building on old Indian burial ground.
The first time my husband went and started to put up the studs, he drove 16-penny nails in the boards. Well he left the skill saw and all his tools up there that first day, and he came home to our old house, and was going to go back bright and early the next morning. Well, sure as the world, when he got to the house the next day, he couldn't believe his eyes! All the studs he had put up the night before were torn into! I mean the nails had literally been ripped out of the wood! He finally found the skill saw way out in the woods (I failed to mention that our new house was two miles back in the sticks). After he found the saw and looked at all the torn lumber, you'd have thought that that would be our first clue that we were not supposed to build on that land. Wrong. He just shrugged it off and continued to build.
All went well for awhile after that... until we moved in! We hadn't been there no time until strange things started to happen. This house was very small: 18 by 18 feet across and wide. It was two-story. We moved in. I would be there by myself most of the time because he worked all day and sometimes all night, too. While sitting on the couch watching TV, I could see things move out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked directly at it, it would be long gone! This went on constantly. One night something hit the side of the house around 2 a.m., shook the very foundations. We went outside to see what it was, and we couldn't find a thing!
There was also the sound of a baby crying; we could hear that plainly. One day in particular, my parents were down visiting with us, and the house wasn't finished yet. Me, my dad and my mom were downstairs and we could hear my hubby upstairs, happily drilling away on something. We were trying to talk over the racket of the drill, and weren't having much success. So, I told them to let's go up and tell him to take five - you know, chill out with that thing for awhile. We started up the stairs. I was the first one in the room, and hubby was nowhere in sight. I saw the drill laying on the floor, just running. I thought: How careless of him to just leave this thing on like this. I walked over and picked up the drill. I was about to try and find the off switch when all of a sudden the cord swung loose and the drill was running, but IT WAS COMPLETELY UNPLUGGED! It did not run on batteries! As soon as I saw that it was unplugged, it stopped all by itself, and I screamed and dropped it! It had been up and running all this time without even being plugged in to the socket! Hubby wasn't even there. We noticed the truck was gone when we went back downstairs. So that kind of unnerved us all.
I came home from church one night, and it was dark down there; you can't see your hand in front of your face without the aid of a flashlight, which I didn't have with me. I got out of the truck and I could see my appaloosa gelding horse out in the pasture. The pasture was small and it was muddy - no grass grew there, for my horse kept it all stomped down. I had my bible in my hands as I was lighting down from the truck, and all of a sudden I see a man out there by my horse! But all I could see was the upper half of him! He was in some type white cloth from the waist up, and he was FLOATING OFF THE GROUND! I kid you not, friends and neighbors! At first I thought it was my hubby, but he was inside on the couch asleep, so it wasn't him. This thing started to float my way, and my horse was throwing a fit. All of a sudden, it vanished right before my eyes! Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather, I tell you! Needless to say, it didn't take me long to get inside the house! I went in and woke up hubby. He went to see outside, but couldn't find a thing!
Then one night, our neighbor's house caught fire around 3 a.m.. My mom and I walked the mile down the road to the burning house and looked on for awhile, saw all was okay and we started walking back home. By this time, my dad, who wasn't in good health, was up, and as we came in was asking us about the fire. We sat down to tell him all about it, when something hit the side of the house with tremendous force! It sounded like someone took a brickbat and just waylaid the side of our house. It shook us all up. We once again went out to see if we could find the problem; no luck at all. Hubby happily slept through it all.
When we were sitting downstairs watching TV, we could hear something walking up the staircase! And we knew that no one was there but us, so who could it be? We got into an awful fight one night, and I went home to my mom's house. When my hubby and I got back together in the next few days, he told me a surprising thing. He said that while I was gone, he thought that one night real late that I had come home because he heard the front door open and close, and he heard something coming up the stairs to our bedroom. But it never came INTO the bedroom! He thought it was me, and when he found out that it wasn't me, he flipped out for awhile! He said he plainly heard the doors opening and closing. And footsteps up and down the stairs! I had already been hearing all this, but he didn't believe me then. He believes me now!
We had this one huge hickory tree in the front yard, and every time there was a storm, lightning would hit that tree. The tree was hollow but alive. Well, one night in particular, (note, we had a tin roof) it begin to storm real bad, and the rain was hitting on that old tin roof, and it woke me up. I went downstairs to wait it out. We had this large picture window in the living room, and I would sit on the couch and watch the storm out this window. I was sitting there this night when all of a sudden an old woman with a big hooked nose and a shawl around her head came floating by the big picture window! I swear this is a fact with my hand up! I sat there and all I could do was watch her float past me. No sooner had she gotten out of sight when - wham! pow! - lightning hit that old hickory tree again and knocked out the biggest limb on it! It brought it down on our power lines, leaving us in the dark!
So, yes, I believe in ghosts, and yes, I know they are for real. So if you're ever down Arkansas way, don't stop at Three Creeks. Just keep the peddle to the metal and keep right on going. You'll end up somewhere - and hopefully not in a ghost town.
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