Miller House

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Millersburg, MO
Source: Form Submission

I just thought I would share some experiences I have had in my house and nieghborhood. I live in Miller house, one of the most famous houses in the burg, tucked in neatly between the lake and a little grave yard just across the road. I call the Lake ghost Harry, have since I was a little kid, he's the only one that shows himself, but I know there are others. Sometimes you see him standing dumb in a doorway, or wandering aimlessly between our yard and the lake. I cant say what he's looking for or why he does it, but now and then he scares the piss out of the summer fishermen. The only one I know is my dog Sasha, who died in the yard many years ago, she sits under the old oak and wags her tail and doesnt bother anyone. The others do things to annoy us, well mainly me. Things are moved, like keys and coins and papers, whatever you were working on, or needed in a hurry, and they end up in the wierdest places. I found my english research paper one morning sitting on the outer rock wall, for example. Appliances turn themselves on and up late at night, especially the television and the fans for some reason, and they have to be unplugged before they'll stop. My cats and dogs wont go near my bedroom closet and it was there that the only real physical contact happened. Some years back I had some friends over and they were goofing around playing light as a feather stiff as a board. My friend whom I will call Kitty was kneeling on the floor with her back to the open closet. Suddenly she fell and screamed like a mental patient, we all thought she was hurt or something. She was knocked flat on her stomach and swore to the living lord that she felt someone burst out of the closet and push her down. None of us saw anything, but it didnt look like she just lost her balance and toppled over. I wasnt two or three feet away from her and she just dropped and screamed like she had been kicked in the back and when I saw her a day or two later she showed me several bruises on her back, like hand prints, and I really wish we had thought to take a picture of them. My parents have had enough, though they wont admit its because of ghosts or poltergiensts, they insist the house is just too 'creaky' to retire in, so their selling it. Anyone with experience in excorsism like to buy a house?