Haunted Slave House Mirror

From: Melissa (missyfreak@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
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Ok I have always belived we were not alone in this world, but I hadn't been proven right till we moved into a colonial house that was once used as a rest stop on the underground railroad. When we first moved in we noticed that our dog was extreamly antsy. We went looking threw the house just checking it out. We noticed a very large mirror in the front hallway that had a very large deamon carved into the wooden frame. My mother instantly put a hat over it to hide the sinister-looking face. Almost instantly after she covered the face every door in the house slamed simultaniously exept one which flew open. It was the door to the basement.

As we are going down the stairs it begins to get extreamly cold there were no lights down there because when the house was equiped with lights after the house was about 20 yrs old they just forgot the basement or just didnt feel like lighting it. So we took a hunting spotlight down to look around. When we got to the bottom of the stairs we automaticly smelled something burnt. Burnt flesh to be exact. As we looked around we saw something in the corner moving which scared the living sh** out of us and we ran back upstairs.

As the months went by we decided to stay out of the basement, thinking we would be safe upstairs. But I guess not.. My older brother Adam worked the night shift at a factory nearby. One night when he got home he started to clime the stairs to go to bed. It was about 12 midnight when he got home. Well as he passed the mirror with the deamon on it a sudden wind came from the basement door blowing the hat off the face. Automaticly there was a figure standing in the mirror. Acourding to my brother it was a pale woman in a white wispy dress. She had her eyes closed at first but as he looked at her she opened her eyes which were glowing red. He ran up stairs screaming and woke everyone up.

As time went on more and more sightings started occuring. The last straw was one night I was laying in bed and I had possitioned my bed so that I could see into my mothers room by shadows on the hallway wall. Anyways I was lying there trying to sleep and heard something like a footstep. When I opened my eyes there was someone standing in her room with something in their hand I thought it was my brother untill the shadow raised the object in his hands which at that time I realized was an ax I reacted by screaming bloody murder and the shadow slowly faded away. My mother whom aparently was just waking up ran into my room bewildered as to why I was screaming.

the next day we got enough nerve to go into the basement. We took some very large shop lights down to the first landing and pointed them into every corner of the room to where there weren't any shadows as we were setting up the lights we noticed a furnace on the back wall. After the lights were set up we went down to investigate the large steel door in the wall as we get closer to it we smelled the same burning flesh as before. When we opened the door we realized that it wasn't originaly intended to be a furnace and didnt have any vents or anything. It was a large steel room with no other way out than the door. We didn't even step inside before I realized the entire room was a shadow so I ran to get a light. As I shined the light in we were appalled by what we saw there were burnt skeletons all over the floor. After looking into it we found out that the owners of the house were quite sadistic and acted as if they were helping the slaves and once they got them into the room they would burn them alive. Both of the owners died in the house and both of their spirits were still in the house. We moved out of the house two days later and it burned to the ground a week later. The fire martial said it started in the furnace in the basement.