The Haunted Home on Lake Street

From: cyn phillips (bibliophiend@yahoo.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: ponca city oklahoma
Source: Form Submission

I have been interested in ghosts all my life. Probably because of various haunting experiences throughout it. The experience I wish to share at this time involved a home my family and I lived in in Oklahoma.

My father had just remarried, and due to the fact that now there were 5 children under his roof, he and my stepmother proceeded to find a bigger home. They located a nice two story house in a decent section of the town, close to schools and so forth. It needed some tlc, but was well priced and most of all, had room for the family.

The year, was approximately 1974. I say this because I remember reading the original story regarding the Amityville horror in a womans magazine about that time. We moved in, My dad, step mom, two step sisters, my step brother, my real sister and myself. Things were fine for a while. Sure, sometimes my sis and I would end up in parents bed, but that was simply "new house and overactive imaginations." The stairs made a lot of noise. Sounds like people walking up and down them. But, that was "house settling." The doors and such that would open and close on their own decision, was also, "house settling."

Now, my real mother had died a few years before. I had even then been interested in the occult and ghosts. So, after living in the new house a while and getting adjusted I had made friends with some of the neighbor children. One day, in my new friends attic, I was asked the question of "do you believe in ghosts?" Of course the answer was "yes." Mom had visited several times since her departure from this earthly plane. My new friend then said she knew how to bring Mom back for a extended visit. I was all ears and more than willing to do so. we went, rounded up my little sis and one of her friends, gathered up the various paraphnelia we would need for the ritual. Finally, on a Sunday afternoon, we proceeded to raise the dead.

I am not going to entail how we did so, as memory has altered the ritual itself. Nor, do I wish to have anyone else untutored or instructed to attempt. But, basically we raised something. At first it resembled my Mom, but then it changed, and things went real bad. The end result being that I had to go and get my friends Mom, who was a bonafide witch and she gathered her friends and they closed what we had opened. But, the entity had remained loose. The house which before had been simply settling...was now haunted for real.

The incidents that occured over the next 4 years were not constantly occuring things, some were, but others were not. The ones I will share now are a mix of both. First it started off with the bed shaking. I was laying in a twin bed in the upstairs bedroom. My step sis and little sis were in the double bed beside mine. We were chilling and listening to the radio and suddenly I realized my bed was shaking. I called out to them, and they turned on the light, and sure enough, it was moving. Finally the bed made so much noise, along with 3 screaming girls that my Dad and Step Mom came up stairs to see what was going on. When Dad entered the room and witnessed the bed, he did what any smart parent would do, he jumped on as well. This didn't stop it. I quess it finally tired of this trick, for it did stop. I really don't remember how or what was the reason it stopped. I just know it finally did. A week or so later, Dad was in the bedroom below this room,studying his bible and praying. Suddenly there was a tremendous crash. We all ran to that room. There Dad sat surrounded by lathing and plaster, with a stunned look on his face. Perhaps it was simply coincidence.

Then a appartition began to appear. By this time the step kids had departed for their Dad's as things were simply too weird at our house. This left my little sis and I as primary occupants of the upstairs. Now, the stairs had a landing midway up. There was also a light switch at the top and bottom to light them. At the top of the stairs on the immediate left was a small 1/2 bathroom, on the right was our bedroom, and immediately in front was the Step sister's room that still lived there off and on. When I would go upstairs, there would be some scary something to pop out. Now, if outta the bathroom, would be like a flaming skull. If that happened, well, ok...I could breathe easy. But if the lights had remained on during trip upstairs and if nothing came out of the bathroom, then that meant that the thing that lived in our closet would be waiting.

This thing in our closet, was a disembodied head. The features were a combination of running off and rotting. It was hideous. And it basically stayed in the closet. It was much worse to deal with than the flaming skull. This would jabber and laugh and drool and was gross. I thought at this time I was the only one who could see this apparition. But, in 1986, my little sis came and told me about that same thing. We had never discussed it. Like I said, I really thought I was crazy and was only me it bothred. But the reason this thing was really so bad, was because you never knew when it would come out. If it didn't greet me right off, then that meant that sometime during the night I would awaken with it right over me. Now, perhaps you see why I didn't mind the flaming skull.

We had electrical appliances that would operate at will, the flickering lights, the banging doors all the assorted stuff. Many times emotions would fly out of control as well. Finally Dad got a better job. In a different state. So, we moved. Things were better. I was still haunted. But not by a disembodied head. An interesting occurance at that house, as it sat empty before it sold was that we had reports of various windows breaking. From the inside.

It is now, almost 30 years later. I have finally learned to accept the occasional haunt. That entity required some real good folks to help free me from its grasp. But, really the only reason I wrote all this out is because I hope that perhaps some one, when challenged to raise the dead, or attend a kick-a** seance, or anything trying to contact the other side will perhaps think twice. I did, and the other side was with me for 20 years. Thanks for your time. If you have any questions or comments feel free to email me.