This happened a long time ago in Prudential Hollow, I was about four years old. My mother and I were at grandpa's house, we had spent the biggest part of the day there and it was getting late in the evening. Rather than walk the mile or so home in the dark, it was decided that we spend the night and go home the next day.
Grandpa's house, like every house in Prudential was old, very old. It was an old mining house which had been added to over the years. It consisted of three rooms and two porches. The first two rooms were side by side, the same length with doors leading to the front porch. The room on the right was the living room and Grandpa had his bed in there. The room on the left was fixed up as a bedroom, with the door leading to the front porch closed off and the only other door being the one that opened into the living room. Both rooms had fireplaces in them. The third room sat at the back of the house with a door opening off the living room. This room was used as a kitchen/dining room with a small porch opening off the back.
Now that you know the layout of the house, on with the story. As I mentioned, Grandpa slept in the living room, He said he could not sleep in the bedroom, something bothered him in there. Now, my Mother had (to put it delicately) a big mouth and constantly used it. She made the brag that she could sleep in there and nothing could stop her (thanks a lot Mom}.
Come bedtime and we all settled in, Grandpa and Ma in their bed in the living room and my Mother and I in the bedroom. All went well for about fifteen or twenty minutes and then all hell broke loose. The bed started shaking and the metal bedstead banging against the wall, as if this wasn't enough, there was a moaning or groaning and the bed started jumping up and down off the floor. As you can imagine by this time my mother was screaming like a banshee and yours truly was along for the ride. Grandpa came running, dressed in his long johns and hollered for her to pitch me to him and then jump and run, Grandpa caught me and she jumped and we ran to the living room shutting the bedroom door behind us.
After awhile it calmed down and mom and I spent the rest of the night on a pallet on the floor next to Grandpa's bed. We never did spend the night there again. My father later stated that he would not have spent the night in that house for a hundred dollars as bad as he needed the money.
This wasn't the only thing that happened at this place, it was just the only one I was involved in. Some things happened that Grandpa would talk about and some things he wouldn't. I may talk to my older brother and see if he remembers the stories. If he does I'll write a part II.
I will close by saying I do remember that there was a certain patch of ground that nothing would grow in no matter how you tried to get things to grow it would stay bare.