Youngstown House
When i was about 5years old, (Iam 26 now) me, my mother, and my brother lived withmy aunt and uncle on Elm Street in Youngstown, Ohio. I was inkindergarten at this time and was not told about these thingsuntil i was a teenager, and i was not aware of them myself at thetime. The house that we lived in was rather large, 3 stories witha refinished basement. I was told that the house at one time wassome type of jewelry store. The refinished basement was used bythe owner as an apartment, where he lived when he was not workingupstairs in the store.
It was said that one night, the owner met an untimely death,caused by theives. They had broken in to rob the place and foundhim, going to the bathroom. He was shot and killed right there onthe toilet. Blood spattered all over the walls and floor.
The house was sold and the new owners set about to cleaning upand remodling the house. Everything went quite well until it cametime to redo the basement. Of course the mess in the bathroom wascleaned up, but the walls and floor of the bathroom were badlystained. They tried to scrub away the stain, but it would not goaway. They carpeted the floor, and many, many, times they triedto paint over the walls, but to no avail, the stain continued tobleed thru the paint each and every time, no matter what thecolor. Eventually, they wallpatered and that did the trick.
After several years, the home had been sold and resold severaltimes, including to my aunt and uncle. They had lived there about6 months when we came to stay with them. My mother and auntseemed to nothice the most activity. There were the cold spotsand the lights would go on and off with no explination. Thescariest part for them is that a male voice would call theirnames when nobody else was in the house. My only recolection ofthat time is that i didn't like living there. I think of all theplaces I lived as a child, that is the one that i did not want togo home to. I don't know why I felt this way, perhaps the bestway to describe it is that the house just felt creepy, my brothertold me he felt the same way.
I don't remember how long my aunt and uncle lived at that house,but i know we only stayed a couple of months. Today I live only acouple of blocks from Elm street and I cannot remember whichhouse it is, it may even be torn down now, this town has alot ofempty lots where houses used to stand. If I could remember, Ithink I would go back.
This story was also submitted to Animalhouse.com in a ghost storycontest but, not with as much detail.