Lilac Lady
This happened whenI was about 10 or 11. I am now 23. My family had moved into avery old house in Salt Lake City, Utah. I'm not sure how old butthe basement was just a big dirt hole. The house was locatedright next to the I-80 freeway. I'm not quite sure of the exactaddress but it was about 200 E. 2400 S., if you are travelingwest on I-80 and get off on the State Street exit, and look toyour right, that's the street. (For those ghost hunters thatwould like to know.) I have very little memory of this house, butwill tell you of the ghostly happenings that I do remember. Someof them are second hand, meaning my mom told me after theyhappened.
My mom was in the kitchen fixing dinner, when I heard her screamand start cussing. I came running in from my bedroom and askedher what was wrong. She told me that Cory (my stepfather) hadjust thrown a pair of scissors at her, and pointed to thescissors on the floor. She said when she turned around to findout what she did wrong. He wasn't there. (Cory was very abusivetoward my mom and me) I told my mom that he wasn't even home fromwork yet, and she said, "No, he was just here. I heard himpull into the driveway and come in." We both went outside tosee if his truck was there. No truck. Now Corys truck was quiteloud and couldn't be missed. Now this was mid summer. When wewalked back into the house, we both noticed a chill. We had noair-conditioner, so it couldn't have been that. We didn't want toupset Cory so we dismissed the occurrence until about two weekslater when something similar happened.
Again my mom was in the kitchen (notice a sequence), but thistime she was sewing a baby blanket. I guess I should tell you mymom was eight and a half months pregnant with my sister at thetime. She was just sewing along when she saw all of her cutleryjust kinda fall out of their holder. She said it was hard toexplain, it was like if someone had picked up the holder andturned it upside down, but it didn't move. (Got me?!?!) Then shesaid one by one the knives were being thrown at her. She yelledfor me. When I came in, one of the knives just barely missed me.My mom was unfortunate. We both ran out of the kitchen and headedfor the front door, we turned around and the knives were in theholder. My mom got cut on her left arm about 4 or 5 inches aboveher wrist. It wasn't a bad cut. Neither one of us dared to gointo the kitchen until Cory got home.
When Cory came home, my mom told him what had happened that dayand the previous occurrence. He couldn't, wouldn't and didn'tbelieve us. He made some lame excuse for what happened. I can'tremember what exactly, somewhere along the lines of us wantingattention.
Now the basement stairway is in the kitchen. (There's thatsequence again.) I can't remember what I did but for punishmentCory threw me in the basement. He knew that I was scared of thebasement and would never go down there. I always got this eeriefeeling when I passed the door. All I remember is pounding on thedoor and crying for him to let me out. It seemed like forever buthe finally let me out. When I called my mom a few days ago to getthe address of this house, I told her that I was going to writeabout our experiences in this house. I had asked her if she hadever gone down in the basement and she said, "No, that shewas afraid of what was down there." So at least I wasn't theonly one afraid of the basement.
One more occurrence before I close.
My sister was about 8 or 9 months old. I was playing with her onthe living room floor while my mom and Cory were sitting on thecouch watching TV. Now our TV was positioned in a corner. Iremember looking up to watch this one part of the movie, whensomething caught my attention about 2 feet above the TV. Itlooked like a light mist. You know when you look at a light inthe fog. When I looked directly at it, it was gone. Thinkingnothing of it, I went back to look at the TV. Then there out ofmy peripheral vision I could see it again. Now I'm confused.Again I looked at it and it's gone. I turned to my mom and Cory.My mom has this strange stumped look on her face. Thinking it wasthe movie that had her stumped, I went back to playing with thelight above the TV. This time when I looked directly at it, Icould see it. It was forming into what looked like a woman. Thistime I turned to tell my mom and just as I had said, "Mom,do you . . . " She interrupted me ! ! and asked us if wesmelled Lilac perfume. I then told her to look above the TV. Weall looked and saw the same thing. A woman in about her early 30'sdressed in 19th century clothing, she looked very sad. My sisterhad been very quiet up until this time. She had started to mumblein baby talk. We all watched the woman pass through the TV andapproach me and my sister. The woman then placed her hand on mysisters forehead. As she did this, it got very cold. We watchedher pass the couch and through the front door.
That was the last time we saw her, although we knew she was stillthere because of the faint smell of her Lilac perfume. She seemedto be watching over us. When something bad was about to happenthe perfume got so strong that we had to leave. Like one timewhen I was in my room with my sister. We had a washer that whenit was on spin cycle it would shake everything. My room had abookcase on the wall that the washer was against. I had a bunchof ceramic vases on it. Anyway one day my mom was doing laundryand like I said my sister and I were in my room. We were lookingfor a book to read. When all of a sudden we smelled the strongscent of Lilac, the smell was so strong that we had to leave. Wewere not a foot out of my room when the vases fell, right wherewe were sitting.
Another time she helped us was when the thing in the basementdecided to throw forks at us. I don't know why it didn't throwother things. We moved out about a year later. We had neverlooked into the house to see what had happened there. I wish wewould have though. I think I've made this long enough so I'll gonow. Your questions and comments are welcome.