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german.house

I've been meaning to post this story for a while, but I just don't ever seem
to have the time it takes for me to post a story.  I was planning on posting
about the house that my mom and dad lived in when my dad was in the army in
Germany.  I guess they lived in this really old house with another couple.  The
house was pretty big and my mom said it was pretty creepy.  The landlord had
told them that they could use any part of the house except that they were never
ever supposed to open the attic door, but he didn't give an explanation.  Well,
as young women are (my mom was about 19/20 at the time and the other woman was
about the same age) they were curious and, of course, they were going to go
investigate the attic. So they waited until one day when another girlfriend of
theirs came over and they went upstairs and picked the lock to the attic door.


Just a little information before I go on.. When they moved into the house they
would hear people giggling and walking around, but they could never find a
source to these noises.  This is why mom said that the house had been "creepy".
Anyway, as soon as they opened the door, they felt a sudden rush of icy air
come out of the room (it was the summer or late spring, so it wasn't just that
the heat wasn't turned on up there).  They waited a second and then headed up
into the room.  What they saw, my mom said she would never forget.  She said it
looked like a page out of "The Diary of Anne Frank" because there was an unmade
bed, an old sink full of dirty dishes.. generally an untidy room.. kinda like
someone had to leave it hastily.
 
                *Break while feeding a hungry baby*
 
O.k.  After they investigated the room, they locked it and went back
downstairs.  Starting that night even wierder things started happening.  The
voices and footsteps got even louder, like it was right outside their bedroom
door.  They started hearing individual voices that they could recognize and
things started disapearing.  My dad's favorite cereal was Wheaties at the time
and every time that my mom would buy him some, the box would disapear and no
one could find it.  One time my mother had gone downstairs to check the oil
level and it was getting low so she called the oilman to come fill it up.  When
the guy got there, the oil was filled.  The cupboard doors would open and close
and once they saw an old woman washing dishes at the sink.  When she turned and
saw my mom and her friend, she disapeared and the sink fell off the wall.  They
would see imprints on the cushions on the chairs and couch.  Mom and dad lived
there for only 9 more months before they couldn't handle it anymore and moved
to a different house that didn't have quite so much action.
 
Waht the figure was that the attic was a hiding place for German Jews during
WWII and the place got raided by the Gestapo.  Who knows, but they said it was 
the strangest thing that had ever happened to them and they hope that they
never have to go through it again.
 
 
Hope you enjoyed this story.  I can't remember the place where my dad was
statoined, but I plan on asking him the next time I talk to him. If you want to
know, I'll post the area.  Email or post me.
 
 
Sarah Peterson
a.k.a.  DARKLADY
 
bink@vax1.mankato.msus.edu
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