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A visitor
from WV writes:
Hello, I have endless stories to tell. For years, in every house that I move into, strange and creepy things always happen. One of the first was in an older home in
Goldtown, WV. My husband and I, and our newborn son was sitting on the couch in the living room. There was a door close to the couch, which opened to stairs that led to the second floor. All of the sudden we heard someone running down the stairs, when they got to the door, which was right beside the couch, it tuned the door knob. Then it ran up and down, again and again, like a mad man. Each time it reached the bottom of the stairs, we would watch it turn the doorknob as if it was trying to open the door. We thought for sure that some intruder had entered the house. So my husband told me he was going to get his gun and go upstairs to see who it was. I took my new baby and hid in the kitchen. My husband quietly goes up the stairs, not knowing what to expect. When he gets to the top of the stairs he turns and inspects the room to the left, then the right, and then the closet. He found no one. Our bedroom had an opening (which was boarded up) that led to the downstairs basement. Morning after mornings we would wake and find the opening exposed, with the cover lying on the floor. We looked through the opening; all we could see was pipes and part of the basement. I took our nightstand and pushed it up against the cover, thinking that there must be a breeze or something that was pushing it out from the wall. Next morning, the nightstand was moved to the other side of the room and the cover was off, exposing the pipes. Then one night, we had just lain down to go to sleep and we felt something under our bed. The bed was not moving off the ground completely, just moving as if someone was under it trying to raise it. Again, we thought...someone's under our bed! My husband looked...there was no one. I would hear someone in the kitchen after my husband would leave for work, thinking that he had returned, I would go in to see what he had forgotten, no one there. We soon learned that a man had hung himself on those pipes. We soon moved. I recently returned to the house, which is abandoned, and we took videos and pictures.
There were five of us that day, and no one saw what our camera picked up on the front porch. It was a mixture of red and black, with what seem like a couple of demonic figures, one with a hood. In the kitchen, when I was asking questions to whether or not it was the same thing that was in the house when I lived there, it felt as it something was real heavy around my neck and chest...I had trouble trying to breath. I will never go into that house again.
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