Today’s Spooky October Entry was written by Sandra. Sandra has a great blog-MadSnapper. Jump over for a visit when you have time-I know you’ll be glad you did!
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As I child my family lived out back from my Daddy’s sisters house. They had a very large chicken house, and converted it to a home for Daddy and Mother and my brother and me.
Because we were a stonethrow from their back door, and my cousin Andrea and I were the same age, I spent most of my life sleeping and eating in their house instead of ours.
My Aunt’s house was two stories. Bedrooms upstairs. The bottom of the stairs came down in the rarely used living room. At night when we were in bed, the sound of footsteps clunking up the stairs and down again would keep us awake and scare us silly. We only heard them at night. My aunt would wait until we heard the steps and go jerk the door open at the head of the stairs and she’d see nothing.
They decided to add a big family room on the side of the house and under the steps. After that even in the daylight hours, if no one was in the rest of the house, but only in the family room, the sound of feet going up and down the stairs would be there, day or night, but not all the time.
If we went into the kitchen or living room, the stair climber stopped.
We never did figure it out. My cousin now lives in that house and I am thinking I need to find out if that stair climber still does it. It was not creaking stairs but definitely the sound we made when we walked up the stairs.
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Yikes! That one was Spooky! Hope you enjoyed Sandra’s story as much as I did!
Tipper
That would be creepy! I’m not sure I could sleep there at all. I’d probably have dark circles under my eyes from staying awake to make sure that whoever that was didn’t make it to the top.
Great story, Sandra!
Tipper—it is so kind of you to have others tell there stories–and to you Sandra I’d too like to have an update as to if the stair climber still climbs those stairs–I live in a olde log cabin that was once thought to be a fur trapping trading post –we have lived here now 31 years and each year we hear more and more steps and talking—and many are afraid to stand in certain areas of our yard—so I also enjoy hearing of others who have “hidden=folks ” living with them–LInda Kerlin
Tipper,
I am like Sheryl Paul, I would like to hear a follow up about Sandras stair climber…Sandra if you find out from your cousin, comment and let us know!..My old house cracks and pops at night and after an especially hard rain, (maybe) it is settling some? Ooooohhh!…We have also heard tapping on our furnace pipes that I wonder about. The sound comes from an unfinished basement even in the summer when no heat is on!…We have an old stagecoach road just behind our house and I often wonder if some Civil War ghost is lurking around…
Thanks again Tipper and Sandra…
Great story, thanks Sandra.
you know it seems like there are a lot of stories of footsteps on stairs or in empty rooms. The sheer volume of them seems to lend credibility….even if the rest of the world says there is no such thing as ghosts!
I read all the comments. the house is about 100 years old i think. it was on about 40 years old when i was a child. we don’t have furnaces in the deep south, and only gas space heaters when i was there. I enjoyed all the shared stories. i bet there are a million out there. thanks Tipper for letting me share
I work at a university where there are some old houses that they converted into offices. If you go in there at night well let me just say it’s spooky.
Love your post.
Great ghost story! I enjoyed it.
Tipper,
Sandra told another great Spooky
October story and as time went on
those Ghost footsteps got bolder.
When I was a kid, a bunch of us
use to play in an old abandoned
store building. The front door was
always open just a bit and once you got inside, it was just a big
open room with a wood floor and
there was a hole near the corner.
This building was built over a
steep bank and was very high, so
we’d slide through this hole and
play on the dirt floor underneath.
Every now and then we’d hear some
footsteps above and we’d poke our
heads up through the hole to see
who was there, but nothing was
ever seen. Whatever it was never
bothered us any, so we just
accepted it as a friendly ghost.
…Ken
Spooky!!! Don’t think I would have gotten a lot of sleep. . . thanks for sharing.
Thanks for a great spine-tingler! It sure would be hard to close your eyes and sleep with a stair creeper traipsing up and down all night. Scary stuff!
That story gave me shivers! Do you have any idea how old the house is?
i will contact my cousin and if i find out if they still climb, will come back and post.
Spooky is a good word for that ghost tale. I would like to hear a follow up. Do the sounds still go on?
My Uncle Big Bob bought an old log cabin in the mountains above Harlan. It was fairly run down and needed a lot of work, but he and Aunt Wiladean were very handy and thought they could restore it and make improvements in the design as well. As weeks went by, they both began noticing “funny” happenings. If they left windows open and went to town to the store, when they returned the windows would be closed. Or vice versa! Furniture would be moved from one room to another! Uncle felt sure they had an intruder and put heavy locks on the doors. Late one night after he and Auntie had tucked into bed they both woke to hearing the locks on the front door turning! Uncle grabbed his shotgun and started down the stairs. Halfway down he said he felt two hands on his back give him a hard push and he nearly fell all the way down the staircase. When he turned to confront the attacker there was no one there! He called to Aunt Wiladean and she was still in bed! The front door was unlocked but searching everywhere that night turned up no one and no tracks of anyone. The next night Aunt and Uncle brought the hound dog in to guard the house. In the middle of the night old Blue started whimpering and howling downstairs and Aunt Wiladean woke to find an old man standing by her bedside! The man was “aglarin'” at her and she said she felt his hate just pouring off him! She grabbed Uncle Big Bob’s arm to waken him and as she did the old man just disappeared and the hound dog stopped howling and whimpering! Uncle started asking people about the history of the house. The man that built it 100+ years before was rumored to be a “mean un” whose cruelty caused his young wife to drown herself and he lived on to old age before he finally killed himself. He had never haunted the old farm before but the neighbors said maybe it was cause no one had ever remodeled the house! My Uncle and Aunt decided to build elsewhere on the farm and let the old cabin fall to ruin. None of us ever liked to venture to the old cabin-it feels cold even on the hottest day!
Tipper,
Thanks to Sandra for the stair climber story…
Our Grandson kept hearing something in the night in their split foyer home..He said it was someone climbing up the stairs from the basement family room..He was very young…It would scare him to the point of running and jumping in the bed with his parents…When my husband and I spent the night while the parents were at the hospital awaiting a new baby, I awoke to the sound myownself!…My heart was pounding! By that time our grandson was in the bed with us…I kept listening and the temperture had cooled some and sure enough it was the gas furnace kicking on with a bump, bump, bump comeing from the unheated garage in the basement! It sure sounded like a clomp, clomp, clomp of someone coming up the stairs…It startled me so I could understand what a child would imagine! LOL After some tinkering and adjustment by the furnace technician the loud bump stopped…
Thanks Tipper…
Tipper: That was an interesting story, the invisible stair climber.