Ghost Stories

Brass Bell

My mother took an old doorbell from the farmhouse....it was big, round, and made of solid brass. It had a pull string on it that was attached to a hammer that would cause the bell to chime. I truly believe that thing carried "haunts" with it, and my reasons are below:

All my life, in every house we lived in, "weird" things happened. After leaving the farmhouse, we went back to our house to live for the next 2 years. I remember seeing my sister Tanya "fly" down the stairs. She would stand on the landing at the top and close her eyes, lift her arms straight out at her sides and in a blink she'd be at the bottom. I thought for many years I had imagined this until I asked if this were true and was told that indeed my sister would seem to fly down the stairs. I remember sitting in the sink in a yellow dishpan as my mother bathed me and our dog was barking outside the window and I remember telling him to hush, Mom says I was about 4 months old when that happened. The dog's name was Bigfoot and I couldn't say that so I said "Shup Boot"....I do remember that. I also remember that I used to ride on the dog's back as if he were a horse and that he would never let me near this one tree in our back yard, he would bark and throw fits until someone came out and got me. Turns out that several months before my parents moved there, a young child had been killed when a huge branch fell on her....the dog knew that. There were other vague memories of that house....ones to insignificant to mention.

After leaving there, we moved across town to a different more modern house. My sister and I would now share a bedroom but we had an enormous play room at the front of the house. The bathroom was accessed through our room and you could get in from either the kitchen or the living room. Also there was a large walk in closet in our room where my sister used to love to play. This may sound cruel but I am nearly 26 years old and I am still terrified of midgets because of an event that occurred in this house. I had been asleep and I awoke because of a nightmare I had where a huge hand came down from the ceiling and pinned me to my bed, I was struggling to get free when I woke up. Out of terror I wanted to go find my mom and rolled over to get out of the bed when I saw a very small man beside my bed, very near my face, with bright green eyes that glowed in the dark and crooked yellowish teeth...he was looking straight ahead with his eyes turned toward me (kind of looking at me from the corners of his eyes) and he was grinning this horrible grin. He spoke but I can't remember what he said to me, or even if he was speaking to me at all....I do know that it was not a language I have ever heard in my life. The very next night, my father had been drinking heavily and in a rage he brought his 3 foot long, razor sharp machete down into my bed, missing my feet by mere centimeters swearing there were demons. The next day my mom, my sister, a house guest and I were all in the house when we heard someone screaming outside so we followed mom to the door. My Mom stood at the glass storm door, thehouse guest behind her, my sister behind him and me in the very rear....the glass in the door exploded past everyone and left a huge gash on my forehead.

Many other things happened there and followed us into the house my mom lives in still. We moved there in 1979, a month after I turned 6. In my teen years, as I had been asking questions aout the memories I was having, my mom's brass bell came clearly to mind and I asked her if it had come from the farmhouse and she said yes. I begged her to get rid of it, didn't she know better than tot ake something from a place like that?! After telling my sister, she helped me convince mom to get rid of it, mom knew we meant business afterall by this time we both had husbands and children to think of and Tanya's husband had already been attacked (more on that later). She did take it out of the house and we lived uneventful for many months. Then one day my mother's car broke down....a perfectly healthy car that had recently gotten a tune up suddenly broke down....no one really thought anything of it until the car was checked out and nothing was found to be wrong and the following week I borrowed the car to go to the doctor and at 55 miles per hour around a curve the car stopped. I never knew a car could just die like that but it did and nearly caused me to flip it. I got myself together and went to the trunk to get a white rag to tie onto it as a sign of distress until I could figure something out and guess what I found in the trunk? Yup...that darned brass bell. I was furious that Mom had lied to us and I wanted to throw that thing out into the woods but I couldn't. I could not even get my hands near it because it was burning hot. Whatever had drawn my mother to that thing in the first place was still hanging on. For what, I do not know and I pray I will never find out.

Well, what do you think? Coincidence?