As I said in my last story it took us awhile to notice things. Several times we heard the pots and pans move in the kitchen. At first it lasted a few seconds (making us think that the pot and pans just knocked over themselves).
One evening however, we (my Uncle Ricky, Mom and us four girls) were all watching TV and we heard what we thought sounded a lot like they were stacking themselves. While debating on who was going to go and check it out - it stopped and there was one loud knock on the backdoor - and then what sounded like footfalls on the back porch. My mother grabbed daddy's walking stick (he would use this when walking in the woods) and ran out the front door to catch whoever was on the back porch and my Uncle ran out the back door, thinking that he could catch the intruder. Mom and my Uncle meet back in the front after running around the house - seeing no one. After they come back in, both puzzled - because whoever it was - must have ran very fast because there was no way they could have gotten away from my Mom's and Uncle's quick action. Once they were inside and we were all talking about the little excitement when me and my sisters brought up the pots and pans - of course my Mom and Uncle had the logical theory that it was more than likely a mouse or the pots just fell over in the cabinet. My sisters and I thought otherwise - but did not argue and soon went on to bed.
Nothing happen for several weeks, then one evening mom and dad went to a church function and I was babysitting my sisters. While I was lying on the couch talking to my boyfriend on the phone, our front door flew open hitting the wall. I hung up the phone jumped off the couch and ran to the door - no one was there - I slammed the door shut and put the door chain on - the way the door opened unnerved me bad. Then the knocking started - but not on the front door - there was knocking on the side of the house and on the back of the house - none of the knocking was at the doors just on the sides and back of the house. By this time my baby sisters were crying and running throughout the house. I got my baby sisters quiet and hid them behind one of the living room chairs. Bonnie and I ran upstairs and looked out the windows to see who was doing this - we did not see anybody but the knocking continued. I grabbed the phone and called my Uncle Ralph (who lived about 5 minutes from us) and told him that someone was trying to get into the house. (I was crying by this time - scared out of my wits). My Uncle said he would call the police and call my parents (they were in Douglasville - it would take them 45 minutes to get to us) and then he would be on his way over to our house - told me to sit tight that help was on the way. Meanwhile, while we were waiting on help, we heard the passenger door open on the wrecked station wagon that was parked in our yard. (The door was making this awful noise because it was wrecked on that side). Bonnie and I ran back upstairs to see who was in the car. We saw a figure lying across the front seat of the car - the figure did not move it just lay there. We ran back downstairs and grabbed our sisters and sat in the middle of the living room waiting on the police and our Uncle.
We soon heard the sirens of the police and about this time we heard the door shut on the car and the knocking stops. My Uncle and the police arrived and begin questioning us - I told them what had happen and they went to investigate - after a few minutes the police come back and questioned us some more but in a way like we were making up the story. They were asking us did all this REALLY happen or were we making this up and that our imaginations were working overtime. The police were mocking us and I got mad - I started crying and told them that we heard everything I told them that we were telling the truth. Now here is the creepy side of the story... We had only been in the house for a little over a year and a half and when we moved in there was not one blade of grass in the yard - so we had been trying to get grass to grow in our yard and that was going pretty good - but there were still a lot of dirt patches here and there around the house and there was a huge dirt patch right beside the car. Well, it had been raining all week and it was drizzling that night. The reason the cops did not believe us was because there were NO FOOTPRINTS anywhere. My sister and I still talk about that night to this day - and all we can figure out was that it was a ghost (or a couple of them) playing with us and it scared the crap out of us.
A few months later Bonnie and I were talking to some of our friends who lived two houses down the road from us and they told us that for about a week they had noticed a white looking fog (walking/floating) going up the road in front of their house and passing our house then get to the hill and then come back down the hill and that it happen around mid-night. We were laughing at them -thinking they were just pulling our legs - but they swore that they were telling the truth and if we did not believe them we should see for ourselves.
Our bedroom window faced the road - so that night we decided to see if our friends were joking - Bonnie and I took turns watching out the window. Mid-night came and nothing - we continued watching TV and having a conversation how our friends just told us a huge lie and how we were going to get them back. Bonnie decided to look out the window once more before we went to bed (it was about 12:45) She all the sudden turned and looked at me - her eyes were so big and she said "Cheryl, come here and look". I got up off the bed and went to look out the window and sure enough there was a white mist floating up the road right in front of our house and as the mist reached the hill of the road it disappeared for a second then reappeared and started to float back down the road - this really freaked us out. The next day we told our friends that we had seen the mist and wondered what it was. My friend told me that she had mentioned the mist to her grandfather and he told her that he was not surprise--that the whole neighborhood was built on an Indian burial ground. He believed that was an apparatus of an Indian. Bonnie and I talked about the night of the knocking to our friends and wondered if there was a connection to that night of terror.
After living in the house for ten years - there would still be sightings of the black spot dashing around the corners of the house - even after I married and move out of the home - my sisters told me that they would still see these spots every now and then - But then my dad got sick and died - after his death - my mom and my sisters said they never saw the black spot anymore - I often wondered why.
My mom lived in that house for another 20 years after dad died and never experience anything unusual. Mom sold the house to a young couple and moved from the house. About a month after the couple bought the house they abandoned the house - we do not know the reason why - just kind of made me wonder if they started seeing things in the house.
I just want to add that my dad was a good Christian man and I just don't think anything evil was connected with all of our experiences in this house but it does have me wondering why it all stopped after Dad died. As far as the couple who bought the house then abandoned the house - I have not a clue to what might have happen and why they would do this.