Grand Central for the Dead: Part 2

Real life ghost stories

Part 2

If you've read Grand Central for the Dead, you're saying " Corvina, that's only two ghosts. How does that constitute calling this house, Grand Central for the Dead?" that is a very good question. Two ghost is simply a haunting. So, Let's move along with this story, Shall we?

The Nightly activity

Each night, like most couples, my husband and I would go to bed together, my faithful dog would sleep on my side under the bed. As we would start to drift off to sleep, we would be startled awake by the sound of old victrola music playing. Soft at first then louder the music distorting. Then the nightly procession would begin. the sound of thousands of feet shuffling across the hard wood flooring. then their ghostly Vestiges would come into view. Men and women of all manner of dress from the 1700's to the more recently deceased. They would shuffle through our bedroom just past the foot of the bed in almost single file and disappearing into a closet. This would go on every night, all night long. For the first few weeks, sleep for me was very hard to come by. Eventually, I just got so exhausted and use to the activity through the bedroom, I simply learned to ignore it. My husband was use to it, but even then his sleep was rarely restful.

Being Alone in the House

Being alone in the house was never easy. When my daughter would leave for school and my husband was working days, I would be alone in the house with my dog. Even with lights on, the house had a way swallowing the light. I'd try my best to ignore the creepy feeling of waiting for something to grab me or simply watching me from the shadows. On several such occasions, while getting ready for work, I'd hear the Livingroom T.V. on even though, I knew it was off. Just to make sure, I'd still walk into the Livingroom just to make sure. Of course as soon as I got to the Livingroom the sound would stop and the house was quiet again. I think the worst was the victrola music and its distorted haunting music. Even hearing snippets of people's conversations wasn't as unnerving as that music.

A Terrified teenager

One particular day, my husband and i decided to take his motorcycle our for a ride. My daughter stayed home and we were only going to be gone for a couple of hours. When we got home, I called out to my daughter who was in her room. No answer. I went to her bedroom door, tried the knob only to find the door locked, I called out to her again. Her voice was shaky when she said , " Mom?" I of course said yes and asked why the door was locked. She finally opened the door and I could tell something was wrong. When I asked her what happened, she said she was in her room drawing. She heard what sounded like the attic door open. It's one of those ceiling access doors with the stairs that fold out. She stepped out of her room an saw that the attic door had in fact opened and watched in horror as the stairs started to unfold. She ran back into her room and closed and locked her door behind her. she said a couple minutes later the door knob started to rattle violently, as if someone was trying to get in.

needless to say, she rarely stayed in the house alone after that.

strange occurrence that would be perfect in a horror movie

One night, as my husband and I were settling into bed, it was just after midnight, I wasn't particularly sleepy this night so i just laid there. The master bath was across from our bed. we always left the bathroom door open, mainly so we wouldn't run into it if we had to get up in the middle of the night. The Bathroom had a large picture window right behind the tub that looked out into an open field, As I'm laying in bed, i see what looks like a spot light shining in through the bathroom window. I wake my husband and he goes to the bathroom door and looks in. Next thing I know he's putting his jeans on and grabbing his gun. I get up and follow him down the hall and out the back door with my cell phone in my hand. The moon was out so there was enough light to see. There was a car parked in the field and a man standing by the driver side door. a large duffle bag at his feet and he was holding a shovel. This is where it gets really creepy. I know, as if this wasn't creepy enough right ? So, i call 911 and tell the dispatch what was going on. Dispatch put me through to a supervisor, a man. When I told him what was going on, he said it was one of his deputies. and the deputy was looking for something. Something seemed very wrong to me and I didn't believe the man on the phone. So I told him to prove it was one of his deputies. He agreed and a second later the red and blue lights of the cruiser flashed and turned off. Still not 100% satisfied that everything was on the level, I told the man on the phone thank you and hung up. we stayed outside in the shadows and watched as the deputy packed up and left not a minute later. The next morning, My husband and I went out to the field. We saw nothing. no dig marks or anything, I was as if none of it ever happened.

A disembodied cough

It's a Saturday night, My husband is working nights and I'm alone with two teenage girls. It's about 12:30 am and I tell the girls its about time for bed. I go down the hall to turn out the light in the master bathroom. As soon as I reach my hand in to turn the light out, I hear a man cough just outside the picture window in the bathroom. I rush out the room, down the hall telling both girls to stay in their room. I told them what happened just before I call the police. While waiting for the police to arrive I go outside to look around but don't find anything. The Deputy that comes out is a rookie. Poor thing was practically scared of his own shadow. i went with him to the back of the house, and we even looked in the alcove next to the bathroom window for footprints. There should've been foot prints as the grass was wet from a recent rain. we found nothing. Once my husband returned home in the morning and the sun had come up, he and i looked again and sure enough by the edge of the field was a single footprint.

More Ghosts

At this point we're just use to the activity in the house, doesn't make us any more comfortable with our surroundings by any means. This particular day my daughter walks into the kitchen and she looks as if she hasn't slept a wink. I ask her what's wrong and she says there was a teenage boy in her room last night. I looked at her and said what do you mean there was a boy in your room last night? She then tells me the story. She was asleep and the sound of her desk chair squeaking woke her up. She bolted up in bed as she saw a teenage boy in her room, The boy she says was as startled as she was. She said he was a teenager about 16 and was wearing an Asking alexander band shirt. The boy asked her who she was. she told him of course then he asked her where he was and how did he get in her room. obviously she didn't know how he had gotten there. She said he looked very confused and distraught. My daughter tried to get more information out of the boy but he simply vanished, We looked in the local papers and online to see if anything stood out to her or if we could find his picture. Anything that could shed some light on the event. The closest we found was an article about a boy being killed in a recent car wreck.

The Dog gets Involved

These next to events take place over the course of a couple of weeks. The activity in the house had gotten so bad that my daughter and I had taken to sleeping in the bed together with the lamp on in the room and the hallway light on with the bedroom door open when my husband was working nights. Our dog as usual under the bed. Keep in mind my dog was a medium breed weighing about 60 pounds. about 5:30 am I was woken up by my dog who barked once and ran down the hallway, I heard the back door knob turn and then stop. Thinking it was my husband, I got up and walked to the back door, it was locked, then walked over to the kitchen window. I looked out expecting to see his truck but it wasn't there. I called my husband thinking he came home but forgot something. When he answered I asked and he said that he was still at work, which was almost an hour away. I told him what happened and he told me to call the police, I told him no since he would be home soon and everything seemed fine.

A couple weeks later, my husband is working nights again. It's 5:30 am and this time my dog alerts me waking me up, except he's barking and growling running full speed toward the back door. I hear the backdoor open, the jingle of keys, and as my dog rounded the corner barking and growling, I hear the door slam shut. I jump out of bed, run to the back door. the back door is still locked from the night before. I look out the kitchen window half expecting to see my husbands truck. Again no truck. I call my husband to tell him what happened and this time I did call the police but they found nothing. After that, the occurrences with the back door stopped.

If you've enjoyed part 2 of grand central for the dead, Please keep an eye out for the third installment of this series which is coming soon.