The Red Brick House(victorian)
From: Shandie Hyatt (shandie_hyatt@yahoo.com) Story type: Ghost Location: The red brick house in front of my parents home. Source: Form Submission Date submitted: Sun Oct 21 15:47:08 2007
Well to start i am 17 these happenings happened no more than a year or so ago. The only one that was not recent will be the one about Trixie. I do not know if the one of Trixie is true because my grandmother is the one who told me. The red brick was also a part of the underground railroad. Also was a slave traders home.
When Trixie was a youngster her mother had told her to go down to the basement and tell her father supper was ready. As Trixie entered to the basement she could here her father loading the furnace. She hollered halfway down the stairs and he answered so she stopped ready to turn around. Well she figured she would take another step or two down.(she did not understand this feeling that she should go further down.) As she took the steps she could still hear her dad loading the furnace. She smiled as this was a daily chore in the winter. Well as she rounded the corner she seen her daddy doing just that loading the furnace for the night. Then all of a sudden it was like someone laid their hands on his back and "pushed" him into the furnace. Needless to say that is how her father died. She ran back up stairs screaming and told her mother of what she had seen. Her mother thinking she was making it up went down the stairs to the basement. As the furnace came into veiw she started screaming she seen her husband in the furnace. Then as if someone was waiting on her to see this, the door closed. They moved out a day or so later and never stepped foot back in the house, but owned it up till 40 years or so ago.
Well as i said that was not the only thing that happened in the home. The next thing to happen was to my father. He to this day will deny it but he will not go near the house and my mamaw has long since sold it since Trixie died.
My dad, mom, uncle james, aunt sarah, and brother went to the house on a halloween. They entered through the basement. Well they got up to the first floor nothing had happened. My dad headed up to the second floor first as he came to the top of the stairs he froze. There in front of him stood a man dressed in old timey cloths just watching him. Needless to say my dad run down the steps and out the front door and will not look in the direction of the house to day.
Well a few months later i was setting in my parents front yard talking on the phone to a guy friend of mine. When all of a sudden i seen lights come on in the red brick. (there is no power to this house, hasnt been since trixie and her mother moved out.) Then it would go out and come on in another room. I started to freak and started to tell they guy i had on the phone what was going on. He told me i needed to go in my parents home. So as i entered my parents home i looked back and the house was dark again. Then is was like a chill ran over me and it did so just for an instent. I ran the rest of the way into my parents home. I didnt know what to do. I looked out of the window only to see the light go down the stairs toward the kitchen. I seen someone standing at the stove. All i could do was tell Josh(guy on the phone) there was no one else home. I couldnt take my eyes off the figure standing at the stove. Then the light went out and the figure away. Ten minutes or so went by and nothing happened. Then my parents pulled up. I told them what id seen and they laughed. Of course they did not believe me.
Before all this happened my aunt when she was younger my uncle and some of there friends thought it would be funny to have a seonce in the house. Well they entered threw the front door. As they sat down my uncle took a knife from his pocket laughed and stuck it in the floor.(later he would relize his mistake). They sat down on the hard wood floor. As they joked and laughed they told ghost stories amongst themselves. They heard things they just passed it off as the wind after all it was the windy season. Then as midnight came along they set up the board. As they started asking questions the icon on the board did not move. Uncle then laughed and see i told you this was bull crap. Then they all starred in horror as his knife made its way slowly from the floor and flew into the far wall. Then the knife came out of that wall and flew right past unlces head missing him my nothing. Then their friend Todd's hat flew off his head and stuck to the ceiling. They didnt stay long enough to find out if something more would happen they ran in silence. They were to afraid to scream. Later they went back, in the day time, and the knife was in the floor again and the hat was also on the floor as if it had been placed carefully there. My uncle and aunt and those few friends are afraid of that house like its no ones bussiness.
At night if you set in the yard or on the front porch of my parents house you can hear the chains raddle from the chains the slaves were hooked up with. The slaves were buried in the basement. Thats why we belived that Trixie's dad was pushed into the furnace in the basement.
Well there is the stories of the red brick if anything else accures i will be sure to let you know.
Feel free to ask any questions i will answer all that i can. I am also going to submitt a story that happened to me and my cousin be sure to check it out. Thank you for your time.