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Story by: Felicha Williamson
Where: Chicago
True Story


I lived in a large house with numerous family member actually it was my Grandmother's house. We stayed their for a year or two and nothing was wrong, when all of a sudden odd noises started coming from my room at night when I was asleep. Doors began to close and shut and the name Jacob was always hear- d for no apparent reason, one night my uncle was asleep when he claimed he was visited by a man named Jacob in a black trench coat and hat my uncle said tha- t he asked why was he here and what did he want, my uncle said that the ghost seemed upset that we were living in his house and demanded us to leave. We all knew of the poltergeist problems we were have but laughed at the fact my unc -le saw a man in a trench coat. One night me and my brother Erick and cousin Duke and Tyrone were all up late at night and we were calling the spirits up having a séance. So we asked the ghost what did it want in a sarcastic way and just seconds later the mirror by the front door shattered in pieces on us. We were in shock thank god we were all fine the glass did not do any serious harm but we all knew whatever it was it was dangerous.

Then our knife set came up missing and a foul smell was all over the house. My grandmother could not take the odors any longer and other items came up missing. We packed up and went to a motel until our new house on the south side of Chicago was ready. While packing we went into the storage room and found a whole Turkey decaying with all type of insects in it the Turkey was move as if it was living we ran out and left the turkey for next person to find. Our new house is very big and roomy the lady that lived their before us her husband died his name was Mr. Cunningham he was the neighborhood enemy he stood on his porch with a riffle and cape and he would shoot at young gang members. So once in a while he turns off a light or TV and 4 years latter my grandfather died and I have heard strange noise in the room she died in but I always remember that her spirit is protecting me.



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