when I was 11, my Father's uncle passed, and my grandfather did not want anything to do with my uncle's house. He ended up giving it to my parents as a gift. The house was very run down and a lot of work needed to be done, but once the work was done on the main house in historic Midvale, we got to move in!
About a week after we moved in, we were doing some work in the cellar and found a dirt hole that lead up under the back yard. My dad, being a bigger man, asked me to climb up there and see what was there. At the end of the tunnel, I found an old garbage bag buried under the house. I could not get it out though and we decide to leave it.
That's when things started happening... One night I was lying in bed and saw what looked like a shadow slowly float from the foot of my bed to the door for the kitchen. My brother and I shared a room so I figured it was him playing a trick on me. I got out of bed to yell at him but he was sound asleep on the top bunk... I looked around and the shadow was gone.
We started hearing disembodied voices, female and child cries, and a lot of shadows that could not be explained. We would always tell my parents but they blew it off as nonsense. And soon things stopped for a while.
When I turned 16 my parents decided to go on a vacation and leave us kids at home. I was more than happy to babysit! I remember this like it was yesterday.
My parents left on a Friday morning and us kids were given strict instructions of no friends. I had gotten home from school and was sitting in the kitchen doing home work when I started hearing laughing from the back yard. Thinking it was my brother and sister, I went outside to remind them that no friends should be over. As I stepped out from the back door, there was no one there... I searched the whole yard and nothing. I went back in the house and thought it was my imagination.
The next morning I was woken by laughing again and thought that my siblings were up. I looked at my clock and it was only 6:30 am. I could hear the TV on in the front room so I got up to find my brother fast asleep in his room. I went into my sister's room and she also was asleep. I turned and went to the front room to find all the couch pillows stacked up in the middle of the room and the TV was on. I went to pillows to pick them up and they were ice cold. I ran back to bed and stayed there until my brother and sister were awake. There are a lot of different things that happened... None I will repeat here.
After doing research on the house and my uncle I have found that my uncle and his wife had 3 babies. Two were stillborn and one died at the age of 6 when he was hit by a car just down the street from the house. I believe it is this child that is still in my parents' house.
My parents still live there but to this day I have a hard time going over there to visit.