Old Mine Ghost
was six, my family moved into a new house, only a block from
old one. Within days of the move, things began happening.
things. My parents, being very religious and skeptical were
dismiss every flicker of the lights and every bump in the
only one of my three sisters who ever reported anything to me
little sister, Morgan. To this day she still remembers odd
in that house.
When we had moved in, the first
that started (that I remember
clearly) was the lights constantly flickering. In any normal
this is usually the cause of the wind or some external source.
house, there was never a wind. When the lights flickered, they
flickered in unison, but each bulb would flicker independently
other. One lamp or fixture would flicker while the others in
gave a steady light. We would come home in the early afternoon
the lights on on more than one occasion, knowing full well
been on when we left. We often heard whispers in the basement,
accompanied by strong feelings of another presence in the
However, here is the story of
bizarre incident by far....
On afternoons after school,
I were often alone in the house.
Our older sisters had extra curricular activities to attend to
would amuse ourselves by watching TV in the basement. One
I'd say it was probably about 4:00, we were watching TV as
we started hearing very clear, pronounced footsteps on the
in the living room. We looked at each other; we hadn't heard
come home. When anyone comes in, the door must be slammed
or it wont close. So we would have heard someone come in.
Anyway, we went up the stairs
investigate. We stuck our heads in the
living room and there was no one there. We knew we hadn't
we had both heard it.
We shrugged it off and returned
basement. It wasn't one minute
later before we heard the footsteps again, this time louder
before. Again we bolted up the stairs and saw no one.
Now we were getting freaked
So we went back the basement.
seconds later, the footsteps
came again, this time louder than before, almost like someone
bouncing a basketball on the floor. We ran up the stairs only
the room empty yet again. This time I decided I was going to
investigate further. Morgan was to scared to accompany me, so
her at the top of the stairs and walked in the living room. I
all over and didn't find anything.
I turned to leave and I noticed
carpet a large, fresh, defined
boot print. This was odd since my parents had a strict "no
shoes in the
house rule", and no one in the family wore boots. We freaked
hid in the basement until someone came home. The footsteps did
continue. We had our dad look around in the house, but there
was no one
After some research a few
later, I found out that there is a
collapsed mine directly under several of the houses in that
neighborhood. Could the boot print be from a miner who was
lost in the
collapse? The whole town was a mining settlement in the early
and most of the land is undermined.