A House for the Dead

From: Nancy B (nancyebruff@lexcominc.net)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Lex, N.C.
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sun Aug 26 13:35:53 2007

This is a story that was told to me by my two older sisters who swear on their lives that this happened. Each time that tell me the story it is the same way, never changing and just as frighting as the first time that I heard.

My sisters, Linda who was 18 at the time that this happened , and Betty who was almost 17 had the fright of their lives. They were both dating, and went to visit one of their friends who had just gotten married. The couple were young also, and had just moved in an old two story house. It was an old funeral home. The upstairs was where the embalming took place and the down stairs is where the bodies were viewed. This couple had a lock put on the door that led to the upstairs , because it was really too big for them and they only needed the down stairs part to live in.

On this particular night my sister's and their dates went over to this couple's house to visit. It was in the winter, and the group sat in the living room . They were having a good time chatting and doing what ever young people do on dates. My sister Linda was sitting on a chair next to the door that led to the up stairs. It had a a chain lock on it meaning that you could still open the door maybe five or six inches.

Every thing was fine until my sister Betty got a look of horror on her face, not saying anything. Then the rest of the crowd started noticing something too. They all got up and started running toward the front door leading outside. Well, Linda had no idea what the heck was going on, until she suddenly felt a tug at her skirt. When she looked down, she said there was an arm that came out of the door and it was pulling her skirt closer into, the door that was now cracked opened. It had opened and all she could see was a hairy arm that came out of the crack from the elbow down. The more she tried to pull free, the more it tightened it's grip and pulled her harder. She finally took her skirt off to get away from it. She said that it was pulling her skirt through the crack of that door as she was running out. The next day, they all went back, and unlocked the door that led to the upstairs area. They found my sister's skirt half way up the stairs, but no foot prints.

The couple moved out of the house about a week later. My sister Betty said that she saw the door slowly open and a hand first and the arm, and it started grasping at Linda's skirt. She said when she saw this that it scared her so bad that she could not believe her eyes . The only thing that she knew to do was run. The others was seeing at the same time what Betty was seeing. This is the scariest thing that they both tell me have ever happened to them. Each time they tell the story the more fascinating that it sounds to me. It is one of my favorite ghost stories .