I was very close to my maternal grandmother and I loved her very much. I was the only grandchild out of 3 who would regularly go to see her or do anything for her. Lots of times when I would go to see her, I'd take us a meal and I'd spend a few hours with her. In the summer, we'd get a drink from the fridge and sit on the porch in the glider and talk. Many times I had asked her to tell me again about the haunted houses she lived in as a child. I loved hearing ALL of her stories, but I loved the haunted ones the best!
My grandmother had strict parents and only one sibling, a sister who was a few years older than her. They lived in other areas before they moved to North Carolina and it was in some of these homes where they had experiences. I remember her saying they lived in Virginia at one time, but I can't remember where else she spoke of.
One home they moved into had wood floors. The entry way was a curved arch and when they moved in, there was a rug in the hallway at the entry. I don't recall the reason the rug was taken up but it was... And they discovered what appeared to be a blood stain on the floor. The floor was scrubbed and scrubbed and finally it seemed to be gone. They'd go to bed that night and the next day, the stain would be back. This went on perpetually, they would clean it and then it would come back. My grandmother said they were finally told that someone had been killed in that house and where the blood stain was, that's where they died.
Another home they moved into was a house that had an upstairs apartment and a downstairs apartment. My grandmother and her family had moved into the upstairs apartment. She told me there were many times when strange noises were heard such as knocks, and particularly this ghost enjoyed locking and unlocking the doors. If they left the apartment and left it unlocked, they would be locked out... If they left and locked it, they'd come home to find it unlocked. Intruders were never found but there were always knocking noises and the locks would be messed with.
In this particular story (it always gives me goosebumps to recall it), they lived in yet another haunted home. My grandmother and her sister shared a room and slept with the bedroom door open. Both of them could see the hallway and directly across from their room was a painting hanging on the wall. This painting was a picture of a rural area... There was a road that wound back and forth through a wooded area and had flowers and many trees. It was a pleasant painting of a country road.
One night after going to bed, my grandmother had trouble going to sleep. As she laid in bed, she looked out into the hallway. Suddenly, the painting started to glow like there was a light behind it. The painting started to "meld" and became more lifelike... There seemed to be a small breeze blowing because she could see the trees and flowers gently swaying. As she watched, she saw a motorcycle come upon the scene and it followed the curve of the road. As the motorcycle drove the road it came to a fork in the road. As it approached the fork, a semi truck also approached the fork (coming from opposite direction) and the two vehicles crashed. At this point, the glow behind the painting disappeared and it went back to normal.
Scared and shaking, she turned away from the door and tried to go to sleep. The next day they received a telegram. Her cousin, Willie, had died in an accident the night before. He was driving his motorcycle along the road and where the road came to a fork he hit a semi tractor trailer truck head-on and passed away. The accident occurred in a rural area on a country road.
When my grandmother found out what happened, she was shaken but she didn't tell her parents what she had seen because they were so strict. She was the youngest of the 2 children and her older sister was the favored one, so... She felt she would be ridiculed, punished and/or called a liar if she told.
The following is an incident that happened much later in her life and it was in my home that it happened.
My ex-husband, Joe, and I, were living in a small apartment with our two dogs, Prissy and T-Bone. The apartment was built onto the back of an old store building. There was a plate glass picture window on both sides of the front door in the front of the building. The front was used as a storage building for a guy who did light construction, and we rented the back half of the building. There was a connecting door in our bedroom that went from our part of the place to the front part but it was blocked off from that guys side. To get into the apartment, we drove into the driveway beside the building and used the steps at the rear of the building.
There had been some bad weather going on and we were expecting snow and possibly some ice. A lot of people lost power but we were fortunate that we did not. My grandmother lived alone in her own apartment but went and stayed with Momma and Daddy for the duration of the storm. I called Momma the morning after the storm hit and asked if they were okay and if they had power. They were fine but had lost power and was worried about my grandmother staying warm. I told her that we had power so if Daddy felt okay about bringing her over she could stay with us... We had plenty to eat and everybody was warm. So, Daddy brought her over and helped her inside and we got her settled. We only had one bedroom, so me and my grandmother slept in the king-sized bed that night and Joe slept on the couch.
The next morning, I woke up with my grandmother standing over me, bent over and looking down in my face... She scared the crap out of me! I sat up and said, "Granny, what's wrong?" She grabbed me by the hand and said "Come on, we've got to go!" She sounded really distraught... And I said, "Okay, where are we going?" She said, "I don't know but we've got to get out of here!" She kept tugging on me... So I got out of bed and I stood right in front of her. I said, "Granny, tell me what's wrong... Why do we have to leave?" She said, "They're everywhere!" I looked around the room and there was nothing astray... So I said, "What are you talking about?"
She looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Can't you seem them all around the room?" I said "No, I don't see anything." She went on to describe a gruesome scene... Babies impaled on long, wooden spikes. The spikes went from the base of their buttocks and ran through their backs up through their heads. They were on spikes and leaned up against the wall all around the room. After she described in detail what she was seeing, I said "Okay... Let's go in the living room and sit down and I'll call Daddy to come get you so you can get out of here."
I got her settled on the couch and tried to distract her with the dogs... They were so protective of her and it warmed my heart... They followed her everywhere she went in that house and acted like a protective guard surrounding her... So I tried to distract her with them. I called Momma and told her what happened and then asked if they had power yet... They did, so I asked her if Daddy would come get her. She spooked me real bad with that... So Daddy came and got her and she stayed with them another night before going home.
I always thought it was odd that someone had lived in haunted house after haunted house... What are the odds of that happening unless you had a gift of seeing the paranormal? Because of this, for a long time I wondered if my grandmother had "the gift". I never asked her and even if she did I don't believe she ever would've told me... She was a Seventh-Day Adventist and was a firm believer. She never cursed and she never lied and I don't think she ever would've owned up to being able to see or communicate with ghosts/spirits.
At the time she stayed with us, she was also starting to have episodes that ended up being Alzheimer's so I also wonder if this was just one of those episodes.