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Kimmy's Ghost Story Back to Ghost Stories
By Kimmy
My name is Kimmy, and at the time this story takes place, I lived in Northern
Indiana.
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In 1999, I was a high school freshman. It was a
busy year for me; school, friends and parties took
most of my time. By the end of the school year, I
was used to all kinds of things my mother gave
me grief over: 10-15 people sleeping over on
Friday and Saturday nights, cars parked in the
yard, and friends and relatives knocking on my
window to let them in at all hours of the night.
I had been aware of ghostly activity in my house
long before that summer. We had heard what
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sounded like hammering on walls, knocking on ceiling and floors, and footsteps
up and down our basement stairs, but I had never had so close an encounter as I
did the summer of '99.
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It was, for me, an ordinary Friday night. I had a few friends over,
shared some drinks and went to bed in the early morning hours.
I slept in my bed in my room, the only bedroom on the main floor.
My bed sat between a wall and a window, and the room was
next to the front door to the house.
At about 4:00am, I heard tapping on my window. Assuming it
was just my cousin, John, wanting me to unlock the front door,
(like he did most Friday and Saturday nights), I rolled over and
continued to sleep. I heard the tapping a while later, but again
chose to sleep. Not long after the tapping, I heard a weird
creaking nose coming from outside, a little below me. Moments
later, I heard a dragging, pulling sound from my basement.
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In my sleepy stupor, I figured my cousin John had somehow opened a basement
window, and was now moving storage boxes out of his way. I heard footsteps
come up the stairs, the basement door open and close, and then all was quiet. I
fell asleep until late the next morning.
When I woke up I asked my friends and brothers where John had ended up
sleeping the last night, and why he had come over so late. No one knew what I
was talking about. No one had seen him, and no one knew anything about the
basement window. I kind of brushed it off, and went about my day. Later, I learned
that John had been out of town that night, two states away in fact, and no one had
shown up after I had gone to bed.
When my mom came home from work that evening, I told her what had gone on,
afraid someone might have broken in. We checked, and nothing in our basement
had been moved, and no windows tampered with. I took her to my room and
showed her , by tapping on my window, the noises I heard. As I was knocking on
the glass, looking outside, I realized that the week before we had new screens
installed on our windows. It was impossible for someone to tap on the glass
outside my room, the screens prevented it. If someone were to make the type of
knocking I heard, you would have to be on the inside of my room. Someone, some
thing had been in my room, knocking on my windows...not even six inches from my
head.
To this day, we have no explanation beyond that the spirits in our house wanted to
play a rather creepy joke on me.
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