Uncle

From: terra (terrak89@yahoo.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: bellerive st.lous mo
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Fri Mar 20 02:51:21 2009

This is rather long so just stick with it. I'm 36 now but this started to happen when I was about 9. One nite my aunt was babysitting my older brother, younger sister and myself. It was almost our bed time but she said that if we were good we could we could put pallets in the living room floor and watch some t.v. till we fell asleep. As we were getting on p.j.s and making our beds, my aunt was going around the house closing windows and locking doors. She then turned off the lites so we would not be bothered with them.

The next thing i remember, the front door comes open (which was locked and chained) the living room, dining room and kitchen lights come on and the back door (also locked and chained) opens.The curtians fluttering about in all rooms. The front door slams shut, the lights that came go off and the back door closes. My aunt puts our young minds to rest saying it was just the wind and that she didn't get things secure the way she should have. I let it go (Im only 9)

The next thing I remember was later in time. Me and my sis share a room. I would wake up in the middle of the night and she would be sitting up in bed wide-eyed and bushy-tailed talking and playing with someone that I could not see. I would ask her who she was talking to and ahe would say uncle Bob. (no idea at the time) I just let it go. This went on for a few years. during this time small things would disappear from our firplace mantel (small pieces of jewelry, coins ext.) Many years later I found out that my mom's brother Robert shot himself in the head in the basement of that house. My mom bought it after my grandparents could no longer live there cause of what he had done and she felt guilty cause she didnt stop him.