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From: nancy cunningham (ncunning@indycms)
Story type: Ghost
Location: indianapolis,indiana
Source: Form Submission

when i was ten years old we moved to an old creepy house down the street. when my parents rented the house my brothers, sister and myself were out of town visiting our aunts. it was in the summer and we were having a great time. untill we got home. the basement was the worst part for me. there was a laundry room and two other rooms. one room we used for a rec room. when you came down the stairs you were in the rec room. on the west wall there was a door. on the other side of the door unthinkable things happened in there. i don't know how i knew this but i did. i have preseptive feelings sometimes, about places, people and things. not all at the same time usually but on this occasion i had a very vivid image of what went on in that room. i was terrified!! my dad and i went to the one day shortly after we moved into the house. i had a queer feeling going down the steps, i tried to ignore it but the closer i got to the room the stronger it became. my dad had no idea how frightened i was and opened the door. it was very dark in there even though there was a small window. the floor was dirt and there was a bunch of junk in there. in the middle of the room was a big drum. like the ones people use to burn trash in. except trash was not burned in this one. i saw a man putting body parts in this drum i could smell gas or maybe it was kerosene. it was dark it had been raining. it was damp. it was pure evil. i screemed. my dad turned to look at me and i ran out of the room and upstairs to my mother. my dad came to find me and i told him i would never go downstairs again unless he boarded up the "black room". he did.

about two weeks later my sister, 2 brothers and myself wanted to stay up to watch sammy terry on tv. for any one who doesn't know,sammy terry featured scary movies late at night. most of them were cheesey but they always scared the pants off of us. any way, we were watching the tv and my oldest brother said he heard a noise and asked us if we heard it too. we all said no. he turned down the sound on the tv and we were all very quiet and listened. the sound he heard we heard too. it was the sound of footsteps on the stairway leading upstairs to our bedroom. we shared a very big room upstairs. my mother divided the room with curtains. half for the boys and the other for us girls. any way, i was realy scared because of what i had saw and felt in the basement. no one knew what i saw because i was to afraid to say it outloud. my brother let our dog in and put her on the stairs. we did not hear the sounds the rest of the night.

awhile after that my mother awoke from a deep sleep and woke up my dad. she told him that her mother was on our roof and screaming. it terrified my mom and she told my dad to get her down. he looked out the window and no one was there. he did not hear anything either. on the next night my mom had not fallen asleep yet but my dad had. she heard some thing in her room when she looked at the foot of her bed she said she saw part of a man. she could only see him from the waist up and he had some kind of club in his hand. she asked him what he wanted and told him she was not the woman he was looking for. he just looked at her. as she tried to wake my dad. he did not wake up untll the ghost was gone. again he saw nothing.

my mother was also always asking us why we were writing on the walls. we never wrote on the walls, we were all to big for that. on day i asked her what was written there and she said stuff like "get out of my house" or "this is my house". crazy stuff like that. we never wrote any of that stuff.

in the winter of that year our house caught on fire and burned. not to the ground but just the upstairs bed rooms where all of our clothes and toys and things were.

when the house burned my parents went next door to stay with my uncle and my sister, my younger brother and myself went to stay with friends. my older brother stayed with my aunt.

the next day my dad went back to our house to get his razor and stuff. he decided to go ahead and wash up there after going through all the brunt carnage. he was shaving and thought my mom was behind him and asked her to hand him his clean stuff on the chair. he turned to look at her and saw the ghost!! my mom was upstairs at the time and she heard him yelling and went to see what was up. he told her what happened. she told him that when she was up stairs it was as dark as a cave. she had a flash light with her and shone it on the norht wall of our bedroom and saw the words " rebecca s" there.

later i found out that was the name of the owner of the house. her and her lover had murdered that man. they burned his body in the basement room. this is a true story.