She used to sit and do her knitting in that chair for hours and hours. I can't help but get the feeling that a part of her will always live in that chair. I swear I can see it rocking every now and then...
...and the statue made in Marigold's likeness and placed upon her grave was said to weep blood during the first anniversary of her lover's death.-Edited by user at 08/06/2002 10:44:44 PM
No one alive today remembers them. But their tragic story is passed down from generation to generation.They say the hardships of farm life, on forty acres of hardscrabble land, with a wayward husband and five hungry children, were too much for poor Marie.Now, they say, her restless spirit is fated to relive, over and over until the end of time, that ghastly night when her delicate mind finally snapped once and for all.Nowadays, local children dare each other to spend the night in the old house.Once in a while one takes the dare. They never stay long enough to see the sunrise.-Edited by user at 08/07/2002 8:35:06 AM
I don't know what else to tell you. We had just moved into the house, and that night I went down to the basement to take pictures of the foundation, so I'd have something to show the insurance people, you know? Well, I hadn't fixed the wiring yet so I had to use a flashlight to get around. So I'm back in the corner of the basement taking pictures and I hear the stairs creaking behind me. I walked back over, and the first thing I see is Sam standing up near the door, growling...Sammy never growls. Then I looked down.
I came out of the shower and this is what I saw. I quickly ran into the bedroom and caught it on film before it completely faded.
Night after night, our daughter said her room was too cold, and that she couldn't sleep in there. We built her a fire and told her to quit whining and go to bed. Later that night, when I went to check on her, this is what I saw.
The Johnson family always wondered how they got such a steal when they bought their dream house. According to local legend, the son of the previous owners dove into the shallow end while partying one night. He broke his neck and died... in the pool. Sometimes they hear splashing water and see wet footprints... but the pool is always empty.-Edited by user at 08/06/2002 8:52:36 PM
First all the channels went static, and then we heard the voices. It kinda creeped us out, so I had Stacy pull the plug in case the TV was broken. But even with no power, it kept going...-Edited by user at 08/07/2002 2:22:30 AM