First off, I would like to apologize to all of those who have read my previous story. This story will not be as vivid and it will lack the "up close and personal" style that my first story had. I say this because these accounts are from family members of mine, they all happened at the same farm house as my last story.
Let's recap, I had several run-ins with Ghosts or what have you, at a farm house my uncle was renting out, I shared most of these experiences with my cousin and or brother. These are stories told by My Aunt, My Uncle, and Their friend (also named Scott, his nickname was Johnny Jutu, My Uncle gives odd nicknames).
Aunt Jenny's story: In my last story I wrote about my youngest cousin Lacey when she was a baby. Lacey would talk to empty space as if she was having a conversation, and later she would scream in terror so long as she was in her room. I said that they moved her to a different room and it stopped, apparently the transition didn't happen as quickly as I recall. My Aunt first tried to calm Lacey by lying next to her until she could fall asleep. Lacey seemed calmer and fell asleep pretty easily, but she would always awake and begin screaming again. So My Aunt would stay in her room longer and longer, until she too fell asleep.
Aunt Jenny woke up in Lacey's room one night to the sound of a loud "Thump." She looked around the room and saw nothing, so she got up and started to make her way to her own room, when she heard another thump behind her. She turned around and Lacey was awake, standing in her crib looking off to Jenny's side. My Aunt said the room was dark and she could barely see Lacey, so she isn't a hundred percent sure that Lacey wasn't looking at her. So Jenny looked to where she believed Lacey was looking, she saw nothing, so she reached her hand out and felt the coldest chill she had ever felt. Jenny recoiled and stared into the empty space for a little longer, until she heard another thump, this time closer to Lacey's crib. Lacey Began screaming my aunt quickly scooped her up and ran to her own room. Lacey fell asleep moments later but my Aunt was so spooked she couldn't sleep for hours. The next Day they were moving Lacey out of that room.
Uncle Scott's Story: My Uncle Scott was the biggest Skeptic living at the house, this is no secret, and he told me my stories were cool, but he thinks that my cousin, brother, and I have overactive imaginations. But he did have an interesting story to share with me, My Uncle Scott had a pretty old Honda accord when we were younger, and in its last few months it was cresting the 300, 000 mile mark, pretty good for any car, even a Honda. So as you could imagine the car needed to be repaired often, and most of the time my Uncle was rigging it up to work correctly. He would Pull his car up to the barn and work on it in the grass because they didn't have a paved driveway and the stones in the driveway hurt his back.
One day My Uncle was replacing his muffler with one he had picked up at a junk yard, and so he was under his car for a while. He said that someone kept climbing on top of his car and then running away because he would feel the car shift as if somebody was getting in it. The doors were closed though, and he didn't hear them open. So after about the 3rd time he got angry and started looking for Zachary, My slightly older Cousin. He found my Aunt Jenny and asked where Zachary was hiding, and she said he was at a friend's house. Puzzled my Uncle went back to work on his car. When he arrived he found that the car had been knocked off the jack and there was a large dent in the hood. He was furious and tried his best to find out what happened, but there wasn't a scratch in the paint and there was nobody around.
Johnny Jutu's Story: Johnny Jutu was a cool enough guy and he was great with kids, for a long time Lacey called him her "Jutu." I always Liked Johnny Jutu as well, but he was kind of lazy and he worked as little as possible. One thing he took pride in though was keeping his Subaru Impreza clean and running great. So one day while nobody else was home he decided to go out and get his Impreza detailed, he returned around noon. He wasn't busy so he decided to trim the hedges out back, nobody ever really cared enough to trim them and he was sick of looking at them. So after about an hour of trimming he decided he wanted lunch. So he made himself some food and went back outside to finish the hedges. But he found his car absolutely covered in mud, He first thought that somebody was screwing with him, but then he realized that there had been no rain for weeks and the ground was completely dry. No mud anywhere near his car, the closest mud was in the creek at the bottom of the property, but it would have taken someone a very long time to go back and forth from the creek in order to cover his car in mud.
The second half of Johnny Jutu's story is very similar, one day when he was all alone at home he decided to trim the hedges again, this was probably a few weeks after the initial hedge trimming. Let me remind you he was home alone, so after trimming the hedges he went back to the house to relax, but the front door was locked, which was weird because he could have sworn he left it wide open, they didn't Have air conditioning in the house, so they would leave all the doors and windows open in the summer. He figured the wind had blown the door shut even though there was no wind. So he went around to the back of the house, where the sliding glass door was, also locked, he then proceeded to check all the windows, which were also locked. He left his keys inside and so he had to wait until somebody got home before he could get back into the house. Nobody ever trimmed the hedges there again, I know about 30 people who could verify that the hedges were seriously out of control.
That concludes my stories, there are more family stories, but they are all pretty simple stories, like hearing noises, and feeling chills. I picked the best ones to share, but as a bonus to those of you who read my last story and liked it so much, I will tell you about my Cousin Lacey. Lacey just turned 12, I was visiting my Aunt on long Island this past Halloween. There was a Ghost hunting show marathon on all night the night before Halloween, and Lacey decided she was watching them all. I being as interested in the paranormal as I am decided to watch these shows with her, she was thrilled. Apparently up until now Lacey had never been told of the activities at the old farmhouse, I didn't know this so I started telling her about my experiences. That's when I told her about her experiences, she was too young to remember any of it, but she ate up those stories. She couldn't get enough, so she asked my Aunt Jenny, and Aunt Jenny confirmed, then she asked my Grandmother, who also confirmed. She was thrilled; she told all her friend what I told her. She tells me that she wants to become a paranormal investigator; she said she has always been interested in ghosts and that now she knows why. Lacey even made me promise to take her on a ghost hunting trip when she turns 16, so of course I said I would, I have a great place in mind, a Place I have visited before; I will tell you all about it soon.