My New Room

From: t orlando fla (tlofl@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Northern Indiana
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Fri Nov  2 20:03:01 2007

We have to go back to the summer of 1974. my family was transferred from the San Francisco area and moved to a small town in northern Indiana. We moved in to a large home, a newer home, and I got my own room , it was in the lower level but had all wood paneling and again all my own with no brother to share with .

We settled in our new surroundings. very different than what I was used to but had no choice to except the change.

It started a few weeks after we had moved in. it was late and I was in bed ...really half asleep when I heard my closet door open I quickly turned on the light and sure enough it was open . I just dismissed it and went to sleep . I truly did not give it a second thought until a few nights later it happened again but this time I was awake reading and watched the door slowly open . ok now I freaked ...ran up the two fights of stairs but the rest of the family was sleeping I didn't want to wake them and freaked all of them too ... I was 15 and a man right ? so so just laid down on the couch. That is where my Dad found me the next morning . When I told him what was going on He just sort of laughed at me and told me it was probably just the air conditioning kicking on ..and causing a vacuum which caused the door to swing open . and he would get to fixing the latch ..... I bought it

So this went on for a while, the closet door just swinging open. Until one of the neighbors told me that the family that lived in the house before us had lost a son in a train accident two years before we had moved in .The boy had been in his senior year of high school the same one I would going to that September . I also learned that I was living in his old room.

Now I was either one letting my imagination running away with me or two I was tuning into something but I got it in my head it was his ghost and would not sleep in that room ...until school started and basically had to ..and my parents were on me about sleeping on that couch .

Now it did not happen for the first few nights I slept in there ...but then it started happening again ..... and strangely I got use to it ...until it was waking me up more frequently and I had school in the morning and was losing sleep so one night , that last night when it happened again ....I was mad ....and I said out loud ... I said his name ..... and told him he was dead .... he got hit by a train .... and he should go to heaven. the door never opened on it's own again

Now for the strange part ..... I started thinking about the closet door two or three weeks later ... if it was this kid's ghost why the closet ... so I got out of bed on night ... turned on the light ... and just my closet .. but something told me to look closer. I moved my shoes and some boxes that were still unpacked from the move and peeled back the carpet. when I did that a section of the floor board popped up and hidden in the floor board was a cigar box and inside of it was a bunch of stuff ...really nothing valuable, just things a guy would save, an old watch , a buck knife, pictures of friends and family and some cards and letters, just stuff . I knew instinctually what to do with them , I put the box in a paper lunch sack and took it to school with me . I knew from others that the younger sister of the boy that was killed was in my class but it was a large school so I did not know her, just who she was . At lunch I went over to her she was sitting with her friends and told her who I was ....and after a strange look I let her know that I was living in her old home ... and had her late brothers old room and found something that I think belonged to him hidden in the closet of the bedroom and slowly pulled the cigar box out of the bag and handed to her she smiled when she saw it and slowly opened it and a few tears came to her face ..she thanked me as her girl friends comforted her . and I left

A week later her Mother came up to me as I was walking home. her daughter had pointed me out, and she thanked me too ...and gave me the buck knife from the box as a reward ...I tried to say no but she was tearing up and I smiled and said thank you , its been over 30 years and I still have that Buck knife ,

I never told either of them that it was there son and brother that showed me where the secret box was.

That's it ...Not scary but a real Ghost Story

... T .. Orlando Florida