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From: kristyt@qualcomm.com (Kristy Marie Thompson)
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: Strange things in Oregon
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Date: 9 Nov 1994 00:33:15 GMT
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(some names have been changed)
O.k. here goes. Six years ago I was in Oregon, visiting my mother, when my
cousin Vance died. He was only 27 years old, and left behind a wife and
two extremely devistated (sp?) parents. Now before I go into telling how
he died and what happened afterwards I should tell you that before Lance
died he had alot of contact with ghosts. He had at least 4 that I know of
in his and his wife Linda's house. They (the ghosts) were constantly "at
play" as he liked to put it. I can remember one time when we were all
sitting around in the front room and everything flew off of the fireplace
mantel. Like someone had just swiped there arm acrossed it. Now this
scared the HELL out of me, but Vance just said "real funny, put it all
back". Well we left to go to dinner and when we returned everything was
back up on the mantel. That summer alot of strange things happened in that
house. So many in fact I stopped being scared and started accepting it as
the norm.
Near the end of the summer, we all (me, my cousin Laura, my mom, step dad,
my uncle, Vance, and his wife Linda) went up to the Illinios river to go
camping. While we were there Vance and my uncle got into a fight over the
30 foot waterfall on whether or not there was a ledge that went underneth
of it. After 10 minutes of arguing, my uncle said "fine, if there is a
ledge, you take me down there and show me the ledge!" So down to the water
they went, Vance and my uncle, leaving me and my cousin Laura on the cliff
above to watch. Vance made it to the ledge but my uncle was no where to be
seen (we later found out that he couldn't make it around the side of the
waterfall so he went back). Well Laura and myself could see Vance down
below under the waterfall. As a matter of fact we could see him perfectley
(sp?) since there was a split in the waterfall about half way. He looked
up at us and gave a kind of nod and steped off of the ledge. He
disappeared in the water and never came up. They called in divers and
found him 2 days later wedged up under the same ledge he had been standing
and stepped off of. The pressure from the waterfall had basicly sucked him
up under the ledge and held him there until the divers found him and pryed
him loose. I say he commited suicide.
The day of the funeral was when things started happening. Linda was
getting dressed and she was having trouble with a couple of things. First
off (don't laugh), she couldn't decide what bra to ware. The white one or
the blue one. She chose the white. Then she couldn't find the ring that
Vance had bought her when they were first engaged. She had always kept it
in the top drawer of her jewlery box, but it wasn't there. Frusterated,
she went to Vances parents house. When she got there she told Vances mom
about the ring. "Well honey, why don't you where his class ring, it's in
my jewlery box." Well when Linda opened the jewlery box, there was the ring
that she had been looking for. How it got into Vances mothers box no one
knows. Ghost? Maybe.
Well we all went to the funeral and the whole time I felt like I (we) were
being watched from the tree branch directley above. You know that feeling
when all the hair on your neck stands up and you get the creeps. But
nothing was up there. I know because I kept looking. On the way home my
mom asked me why I kept looking up and I told here that I felt someone
watching me (us). She just said "I know."
After dinner and a bit of comforting, Linda decided to go home. When she
got there the blue bra, which she was thinking of wearing earlier, was
layed out on the front door step, as if to say "you should have worn this
one". She just smiled and decided that it was Vance.
As the weeks went on, little things would happen. Like love notes that he
would leave her (when he was alive) all of a sudden started poping up all
over the place (after the funeral she had thrown them all away). Or doors
would be locked in the morning if she had forgotten to lock them the night
before. Little protective things. Like he was watching out for her.
But then things started to take a turn. The nice little things that he
would do for here turned into malicious things. Things that she needed
would be missing, or doors would start slamming in the middle of the night
and wake her up. Glass was breaking in the kitchen. She stopped sleep
well at night because (apart from the doors slamming) she heard footsteps
walking around here bed contantly all night, every night. One time she was
getting ready to go to dinner with a friend, she was sitting at her vanity
and (like with the fireplace mantel) everything flew across the room. Very
upset she screamed "Put it all back NOW!!!" and stormed out of the room.
When she came back everything was back on the vanity. But soon anger and
frustration gave way to fear as she started to think that maybey this ghost
wasn't Vance. And it turns out that she was right, and the worst was yet
to come............ But that I will write about another time. I've writen
enough today already.
Thanks for reading,
Kristy Thompson
kristyt@qualcomm.com
Qualcomm Inc.
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