The Blue Room

From: Kyle B. Brunelle (dafairygodfaduh@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Belcourt, North Dakota USA
Source: Form Submission

As far back as I can remember, spirits, or ghosts, have always been a part of my life. Not only ghosts though, other things as well. Things that just don't fit. And not just in the house I wuill decribe here, but also in many other places as well. I'll share here one of the many things that happen in my life.

The Blue Room of my Great Grandmother's house was not off limits to us children, but it was'nt a room that you wanted to go into. It was a nursery when the house was new, about eighty years ago, but then for some reason was turned into a storage room. I would later find out that one of Great Grandmother's Children suffocated in that room. The room had never been repainted, even after all those years. It still remained the same sky blue as the day my Great Grandfather painted it. He soon after died in WWII.

Whenever I was sent into that room, for whatever reason, usually to get something out of a desk or other piece of furniture, a chill would sweep over me. Not a frightning chill, but a very sad and lonely chill. As though someone in the room were saying "Please stay with me. Visit and comfort me, even just for a short time." This always made me quite sad. Sometimes I would begin to weep, for no apparent reason. As a very young child, this bothered me a little, but as I grew older it did'nt make me as uncomfortable.

The year my great Grandmother died, 1997, I would find myself in the room quite often. Just sitting in an old ebony stained wooden rocking chair set beside a window. Often relatives would say I looked content, almost as if I were in a dream. I remember some of this, but not all of it. An aunt once told me I looked as if I were talking to someone at times. This, I don't remember. In fact, I don't remember ever speaking, to myself or anyone, when I was in that room. After my Great Grandmother's death that spring the room changed. It was brighter and happier. I would sometimes go in and sit in my beloved rocking chair, which I soon after realised seemed warmer. I don't mean the temperture of it, it was still cool to the touch, but it still seemed somehow warmer, more comforting maybe.

One day, I went to sit in the chair and look out the window into the woods. My chair was gone and nobody seemed to know where it could have gone. Afer an exhausting search, we gave up on Trying to find it. My uncle soon moved into the house with his wife and two very young children, who moved out a few years later, due to "circumstances". The real reason is that even in death Great Grandmother did'nt approve of my uncles marriage. The room still remains the same blue, which never seems to fade and the old rocker never did show up.

The house is presently uninhabited by the living, but every now and again when I, or other relatives, visit, we know some of the family still resides there. Not all encounters in that house were as mellow as this. Some were quite frightning, but those are other stories, for another time.

By the way, I love the site and the sightings. It's comforting to know that there are not always solid explinations for everything, and that other people experience similar things, and that I'm not alone in all this. I'll relate other experiences soon. ~Kyle~