Foot steps across my basement floor.
by marjorie
(Vancouver B.C. Canada)
Hello, It's Maggie I'm back with a new ghost story.
Just a few months after my uncle Skippy passed away, my grandparents decided to move away to a 100-year old home that my real dad left to me. I feel that I should explain. The last time my real dad saw me I was 6 months old. My mother went to the corner store and never came back. I think my dad felt bad about leaving me with my grandparents and never coming back to see me. So this is how I end up with my 100-year home with my ghost dog and the lady and the little girl I name Peggy sue.
It was two months after we move in, my grandparent's went over to LONDON, ENGLAND, for a three week walking trip through England, Scotland, and Cornwall where my grandfather was born just a mile from the white cliff of Dover on a small farm. The funny thing about the three ghosts that live in my home, they never once showed themselves until I was all alone. The first time I started feeling someone was in my basement very early Saturday morning.
I heard the washer and dryer being turned on. At first I thought my brother was over to do his washing-he did have a key for my place. So I went back to sleep, I was out very late the night before. I woke up when my phone started ringing. It was my brother calling to ask if he could do his washing today. Right away I said I heard him four hours earlier using the washer and dryer, in the basement. He told me he was only up one hour ago. So who was down in my basement?
I asked my brother to come over and look through my home and barn. He made the drive over just less than 20 min. I was sitting out on the front steps waiting for him. The first place we looked was down in the basement. At first everything looked okay until we walked around back of the furnace; the floor was only dirt at the time. We could see one little girl footprint, a lady footprint and small dog footprints coming out from the wall. The whole floor was dirt and their were no more foot prints any were else on the floor except my brother and my footprints. We look in every room in the house and barn. I decide too take the wall apart, we found that their was an old doorway close up. Were the prints walking out of the wall?
It took me two hours to break a big hole into the old doorway. I went and got a light so I could see into the room, there was a window at one time but it was closed up too. The first thing I saw was an old bed up against the wall. With a woman and a litter girl and dog all dead on the floor I ran upstairs and called the police. I told them I found two dead bodies and a small dead dog. The police took all most an hour to arrive. Again I was sitting on the front steps waiting for them to get here. It seems they were killed 75 years ago.
The police found a missing person's report that said the woman and little girl with a dog went missing 75 years early. Just the husband of the lady and little girl live in the house alone until my dad paid for the house. My dad died one year before. What I think is the husband killed them then and put them in the room and closed up the door. He did not tell anyone about the bodies.
[P.S. I think they waited all that time for someone to move in that could help them to get out. It seem I was the one. I don't know if you could call this a ghost story or a murder story. Bye for now. MAGGIE MAY
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