My mother has this little white toy
poodle named Noel. She's had her about five years
and, in all those five years, she nor
anyone else has ever heard Noel howl. Today however,
was different, for as Mom sat in the
den watching her usual shows, and as the grandfather
clock in the living room began to
strike noon, Noel began to howl chillingly. Startled, Mom
wondered what in the world was wrong.
Was Noel howling at the clock as it struck the hour?
She'd never done it before. Why would
she do it now? Puzzled and a little bit uneasy, Mom
got up and went into the living room to
check on the dog which continued to howl. When
she reached the living room, she found
Noel facing a window, in front of which sat the
fountain, in the upper part of the
living room. Thinking something or someone must be outside the window causing Noel to act so
strangely, Mom at first didn't notice the fountain.
Seeing nothing that could've caused
Noel's behavior, Mom started to turn around and go
back to watching television. By this
time, the clock was done chiming the hour though Noel
continued to howl. It was then that
another sound entered into her hearing. It was the sound
of water. Chills running up and down
her spine, she looked down at the fountain which was
full of water and running, it's tiny
roses spraying water up onto the young lovers on the bench
inside. 'How in the world could the
fountain be running?' she wondered. 'It hadn't been plugged
in since New Years Day when she'd
unplugged it just before going to bed that night.'
As more chills coursed down her spine,
she reached down and unplugged the fountain. Noel's
howling came to an abrupt halt and she
scampered into the den as if nothing had happened.
Shaking off her uneasiness, though still
puzzled over the event, Mom went on back into the
den where Noel lay curled up asleep in
her little bed.
Footnote: I don't know if the fountain
itself was the cause of Noel's strange
behavior, or if it was whatever had plugged the fountain
in which had caused it. I do know this,
The fountain does not have an on/off switch. You have
to manually plug it in for it to run.
Also, It was in the first couple of weeks of January, 1991
that my Dad passed away. Who knows, maybe
it was He who'd plugged in the fountain just
to let my Mom know that he was still
around. Sweet Dreams......!
My brother's house is about 70 years old. It was moved
to my brother's two acre tract of land about ten, maybe
fifteen years ago, from its former site beside an airport
where they were clearing out a few old houses to make room
for expansion on the airport.
The house was dirt cheap as it was in terrible disrepair, but after moving it to his land,
my brother remodeled it and it is now a cute little three
bedroom, one bath home. However, strange things have
happened since the house was moved to my brother's land that
makes one wonder if the house is haunted.
It all started after my brother got divorced from his
third wife. After the divorce,
my brother's ex moved back in with her parents and my
brother, out of work, moved back in with my mother and
rented the house out. He first rented it to a couple who had
two kids, a boy who was about thirteen, and a daughter who
was about eleven. The family never reported anything
paranormal happening in the house, but after a few months of
living there, the son began to dress really weird. He would
dress in all black and every week he would change his hair
color. He also purchased a book about witchcraft and spell
casting. All around, just a really weird acting kid. The
family lived in the house for about two years then moved out.
After the family moved out my brother ran a newspaper
ad to try and rent the house out. But in the meantime, while
he was waiting for a response to his ad, he
let my son move into the house and told him he would have to
move out when the house was rented. My son agreed and moved
in.
Two weeks later, although my brother had as yet not
rented out the house, my son moved back in with me and his
dad. When asked why he hadn't stayed, his initial response
was that it was just too lonesome staying by himself. But
then the truth came out.
He finally told us that many nights
while he was staying there, he would hear the refridgerator
open and close as if someone was in the kitchen. He'd get up
to check but of course no one was there. Several times he
heard footsteps. Then one night, after again hearing the
fridge open and close, he went into the kitchen and saw a
huge black man in striped pyjamas standing in the kitchen in
front of the refridgerator door. The man was only there for
an instant then gone, vanished into thin air. After that, he
just couldn't take it anymore and moved out.
Afterwards, another brother of mine and his wife rented
the house and moved in. They had a little girl who was two
or three years old at the time. Many times, at odd hours of
the day or night, my brother and his wife would hear their
little girl talking to someone. When asked who she was
talking to, she would reply that she was talking to "Angry".
They would ask who "Angry" was and she would reply that
"Angry" was her friend but sometimes "Angry" was mean to
her. Needless to say, my brother and his wife soon found
another place and moved out of the house. Their daughter has
never mentioned "Angry" again.
Move ahead to the present. My brother (the owner of the
house), remarried four years ago and they are living in the
house. On several occassions, my sister-n-law whom I will
call Lula, has awakened during the night and saw a huge
black man, in yellow coveralls, standing by her dresser in
the bedroom just staring intently at her. He stares for
several seconds then vanishes. More recently, she has
awakened in the middle of the night and found this same man
leaning over her, peering into her face. It scares her to
death although he's never, so far, tried to touch her or
hurt her in any way. Lula has felt someone standing behind
her while cooking or doing the dishes in the kitchen but
when she turns to see who it is, no one's there. She says
the aura of this presence is different from that of the
black man in her bedroom. This presence has a warmth to it,
unlike the other. She has seen what she describes as a white
mist or vapor go through her bedroom closet into the next
room. She has seen the form of a little girl running across
her front yard. She believes this is the presence she's felt
in the kitchen while cooking.
She and my brother have been
awakened many nights to a loud bump, as if someone has ran
into a wall. Each time they've heard it, they've gotten up
to check and found that the furnace vent in their hallway
has been removed and is lying on the floor. They have heard
heavy footsteps stomping down their hallway and ending in
front of the back bedroom door, as if a very angry person is
in the house. Ironically, this bedroom is the one my other
brother's little girl stayed in while they lived in the
house.
One last thing, and by far the most intrigueing, is
this: One morning Lula and my brother got up and started
into the kitchen, turning the hall light on as they went.
They glanced down at the floor and there, in front of the
hall closet, was a perfect set of footprints in the carpet.
The footprints were those of a very small child, perhaps a
two or three year old. I know this is the truth, for I saw
the footprints myself. They were perfectly shaped and
perfectly formed. Now you might say, it must of been the
prints of their child, but you would be wrong. They have no
small children. They are in their forties and long past
having children. My brother has two daughters from previous
marriages. One is 21 and the other is 18.
Lula has no children of her own. After seeing the footprints
Lula, being of the Catholic faith, went to one of the local
Catholic churches and got some holy water then went home and
sprinkled it around, blessing the house. Every once in a
while, they may still hear an occassional footstep or soft
sigh, but none of this frightens them like the other
incidents did. Well, that is all for now. If anything else
happens you can be sure I'll write about it....
Contact me here: uacheryl@charter.net
Submitted From: Cheryl, GA, USA
