Wicked Old Soul

When I was a little more than 6 years old my family had moved into a new house in Alger, Ohio and we hadn’t been living there for very long. My parents had gotten a divorce, but they still had to live together because my mom couldn’t afford to move out yet.

One night my dad was gone on a run, he was a truck driver. A large storm was coming through and all of the power in town was out. No street lights or anything were working.

A friend of the family and her son Cody lived in a small trailer park behind our house. They came over to our place because they knew that we had lots of lanterns, candles, and a gas stove. So we had light, and a way to cook food.

Well the night went on, the storm continued, and the electricity didn’t come back on. My mom got the bright idea for all the adults and boys to sleep downstairs, and for all girls to sleep upstairs.

I looked around the room and realized something….I was the only girl there that wasn’t an adult! My mom took me upstairs with a lantern so I could see, let me get into bed, and then she walked back downstairs with the lantern, leaving me alone in the darkness of my bedroom.

I fell asleep and woke up sometime during the night. The storm was over, but the electricity still wasn’t working yet. A tree must have fallen on a power line or something. I heard a noise moving under my bed. I thought that it was a squirrel or mouse since we often had them in our bedrooms.

I wiggled myself to the edge of my bed and looked under. It wasn’t a squirrel and it definitely wasn’t a mouse. Two eyes looked back at me! They were large, orange eyes, bigger than I’ve ever seen on even large dogs. I didn’t know what to do. There was a growling coming from under the bed that literally shook it. I jumped from my bed onto my brother’s bed which was about 2 feet away.

I turned around and saw a cloud of smoke-like stuff go from under my bed to under my brother’s bed, and the shaking and growling continued.               

 Right next to my brother’s bed was the stair bannisters next to the stairwell. I jumped. I had jumped over them many times before and had never had any problems. Something grabbed my foot and I fell down the stairs headfirst. My mom yelled and screamed at me for playing around the stairs in the middle of the night.

We learned at a later point in time that the man who had lived in the house before us was a very mean old man. He lived there all by himself, and wanted everyone to leave him alone.

One night during a major storm, he couldn’t see in the dark, and fell down the stairs and died. My mom then apologized to me for saying what she had said. We all thought that it was the ghost of the old man that had tripped me down the stairs. Nothing else happened like that after that night, but I moved out of that house a week later.

“This story has a lot of creepy elements to it. The horrible weather, and it being nighttime could lead most people to believe that it was just the young girls imagination or a nightmare, but there’s a lot of underlying evidence that definitely makes this girl’s experience seem to really have been something paranormal. There had been the previous death of the homes former owner, he was mean, wanted everyone to leave him alone, and he fell down the stairs and died during a similar storm! So the storm and the “energy” in the atmosphere from the storm could have possibly given him the energy to make the girl fall down the stairs.”

-Location: Ohio, United States

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