I used to live in this house in the ghetto of Richmond until 3 years ago. I have seen these ghosts:
A mother and a child wearing overalls, a old slave praying, a man with a shotgun, and a woman in the bank.
The slave praying was in our bathroom. Everytime you look at it, it will look at you and smile, then it will vanish. Me, my mom, and my sisters have all seen the slave.
The one about the mother and child is that when you are laying down trying to go to sleep, they will stand over you with this almost demonic smile and stare. Me and my mom have seen this one.
The Last one is the man with the gun. Whenever everything is quiet, you will here a shotgun bang outside. When we look outside, nothing. Then we look back in and see it on our steps pointing the gun at us.
Whenever you go in this bank right around the corner, you feel someone touching you. About 10 years ago, there was a bank robbery there. The woman got shot and died. She was the bankteller. You can also hear the words don't shoot.
Tell me what yall think bout these stories.
By the way it was Carsisle Avenue I lived on, right down the street from Fulton.
I loved the house, but many people died in the area because of gang wars, drug wars, and just plain stupidness. I still visit the house because my grandparents still live there. They always see what we saw. I love the area my house was in too. I now live in Henrico. I love everything about where I used to live and where I do now.