Haunted Buggy
Back in the 70'sduring my first marriage, my mother-in-law would collect allkinds of things and resell them at a higher price. Some of thebigger things she would ask us to hold them in our cellar. Oneday she showed up with this Really OLD Wicker baby buggy fromlike back in the 1800's I guess. As soon as she put that thing inmy cellar, I got a chill and a REALLY BAD feeling. I told myhusband that I didn't want it here, but he told me to grow up. Ofcourse I was mad at him all day for letting her put it there overmy wishes, and I couldn't shake the feeling of fear I had. Bytime the day was over and I went down the cellar to the showerroom to take my shower, he came up with what he though would befunny and get me to talk to him again. So he waited till I was INthe shower and had the water nice and HOT the way I like it, andhe used a rope to tie the door shut on me so I couldn't open it.
Then he shut the light out on me and started to pretend that hewas a zombie (which I am afraid of). Only as I was begging him toput the light back on, (and that buggy was only like 12ft awayfrom the shower room) the room turned ICE COLD. The Hot water wasstill running and as hot as I had it, (which is as hot as my skincan take cause I do like really HOT water) I couldn't feel ANYHeat in there. It actually turned into a deep freeze and at thistime I really started to scream at him to let me out. I didn'tfind out till later, but he really was trying to get that ropeoff and let me out the whole time, cause he said that besides mescreaming, he kept smelling something awful. There was reallynothing I could do from the inside but stand there and scream athim. There also was Nothing in the shower room that could of doneto me what happened next. As I was standing there yelling at himto get that rope off, I all of a sudden FELT something get closeto me and then like scratch my legs from my knees down. Now I'mREALLY screaming at him to open this door or at least get thelight back on. Finally he did seem to hear me and get the lighton and sure enough I had blood running down both of my legs.
It seemed though when he got the light on, the room got warmagain and full of steam from the hot water and what ever was inthere with me was gone. Just then he got the door open too. Icame running out of there grabbing a towel and heading for thesteps with him right behind me. He saw my legs and knowing thatthere was nothing IN the shower room that could explain thosescratches, he called his mom right away and told her he didn'tcare what time it was, to get back up there and get that buggyout of our house. By time she got back up there, I had my shortson and was waiting for her. My husband kept telling her to get ITout and she kept wanting to know WHY, and sat herself down at mydining room table till she got a GOOD reason for all this as sheput it. The dining room was right above the shower room in thehouse and she was just about sitting right above it. We explainedwhat happened and she of course laughed and said " Yeah sothen why didn't it get me since I own it, let it just come for methen" No Lie, JUST then she screamed and pulled her legs outfrom under the table and sure enough SHE had scratch marks goingdown both legs that were bleeding.
Thats all she finally needed and she yelled to her husband to putthat thing in the back of the truck and leave it there. Shedidn't even care if someone stole it till she got it to a placewhere she could sell it in the morning. Which is exactly what shedid the next day, and I got a priest to come up and bless myhouse. We heard months later that the place she took it tooburned down three days later, but wouldn't talk about it so Idon't know if thats true or not. But I kind of hope that it is,knowing that it went back to hell in flames would make me feel alot better, cause even as I am telling you this, I can still feelthe fear in my chest.