Ghost Stories

Brass Bell

My mother took anold doorbell from the farmhouse....it was big, round, and made ofsolid brass. It had a pull string on it that was attached to ahammer that would cause the bell to chime. I truly believe thatthing carried "haunts" with it, and my reasons arebelow:

All my life, inevery house we lived in, "weird" things happened. Afterleaving the farmhouse, we went back to our house to live for thenext 2 years. I remember seeing my sister Tanya "fly"down the stairs. She would stand on the landing at the top andclose her eyes, lift her arms straight out at her sides and in ablink she'd be at the bottom. I thought for many years I hadimagined this until I asked if this were true and was told thatindeed my sister would seem to fly down the stairs. I remembersitting in the sink in a yellow dishpan as my mother bathed meand our dog was barking outside the window and I remember tellinghim 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 thatI used to ride on the dog's back as if he were a horse and thathe would never let me near this one tree in our back yard, hewould bark and throw fits until someone came out and got me.Turns out that several months before my parents moved there, ayoung child had been killed when a huge branch fell on her....thedog knew that. There were other vague memories of that house....onesto insignificant to mention.

After leavingthere, we moved across town to a different more modern house. Mysister and I would now share a bedroom but we had an enormousplay room at the front of the house. The bathroom was accessedthrough our room and you could get in from either the kitchen orthe living room. Also there was a large walk in closet in ourroom where my sister used to love to play. This may sound cruelbut I am nearly 26 years old and I am still terrified of midgetsbecause of an event that occurred in this house. I had beenasleep and I awoke because of a nightmare I had where a huge handcame down from the ceiling and pinned me to my bed, I wasstruggling to get free when I woke up. Out of terror I wanted togo find my mom and rolled over to get out of the bed when I saw avery small man beside my bed, very near my face, with brightgreen eyes that glowed in the dark and crooked yellowish teeth...hewas looking straight ahead with his eyes turned toward me (kindof looking at me from the corners of his eyes) and he wasgrinning this horrible grin. He spoke but I can't remember whathe said to me, or even if he was speaking to me at all....I doknow that it was not a language I have ever heard in my life. Thevery next night, my father had been drinking heavily and in arage he brought his 3 foot long, razor sharp machete down into mybed, missing my feet by mere centimeters swearing there weredemons. The next day my mom, my sister, a house guest and I wereall in the house when we heard someone screaming outside so wefollowed mom to the door. My Mom stood at the glass storm door,thehouse guest behind her, my sister behind him and me in thevery rear....the glass in the door exploded past everyone andleft a huge gash on my forehead.

Many other thingshappened there and followed us into the house my mom lives instill. We moved there in 1979, a month after I turned 6. In myteen years, as I had been asking questions aout the memories Iwas having, my mom's brass bell came clearly to mind and I askedher if it had come from the farmhouse and she said yes. I beggedher to get rid of it, didn't she know better than tot akesomething from a place like that?! After telling my sister, shehelped me convince mom to get rid of it, mom knew we meantbusiness afterall by this time we both had husbands and childrento think of and Tanya's husband had already been attacked (moreon that later). She did take it out of the house and we liveduneventful for many months. Then one day my mother's car brokedown....a perfectly healthy car that had recently gotten a tuneup suddenly broke down....no one really thought anything of ituntil the car was checked out and nothing was found to be wrongand the following week I borrowed the car to go to the doctor andat 55 miles per hour around a curve the car stopped. I never knewa car could just die like that but it did and nearly caused me toflip it. I got myself together and went to the trunk to get awhite rag to tie onto it as a sign of distress until I couldfigure something out and guess what I found in the trunk? Yup...thatdarned brass bell. I was furious that Mom had lied to us and Iwanted to throw that thing out into the woods but I couldn't. Icould not even get my hands near it because it was burning hot.Whatever had drawn my mother to that thing in the first place wasstill hanging on. For what, I do not know and I pray I will neverfind out.

Well, what do youthink? Coincidence?