Posted by billena on 4/12/2007, 5:21 pm
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I grew up in Cincinnati Ohio about four blocks from the Harriet Beacher Stowe House. Cincinnati is known for being the gateway for the Underground Railroad most of the homes in Walnut hills date back to that time. My home was no different it was a row house and had little passage ways that linked to the other row houses on the street. I’m the 7th child out 9 children we lived on Oak Street the row house had two apartments in it my grandmother lived down stairs and my family lived upstairs in the three bedrooms. My grandmother lived in the front room my uncle lived downstairs in the sub basement room. The room in the sub basement always stayed very cold to the point that you could see your breath my uncle that stayed in that room later killed his wife. My mother said she often would go the basement and would see a little boy. I remember we all were playing one afternoon and out of no where a full body apparition of a woman appeared from that sub basement room came in and sat in my grandfather’s rocking chair. I myself and my two sisters ran upstairs scared and told mother what had happened we didn’t play down there anymore. The front room where my I slept with my sisters my mother was told a man killed his wife and then himself we would see vases move by themselves. The house would often get struck by lighting and we would hear loud noises like a huge explosion and nothing would be moved. My father drank heavily and my mother said that he didn’t drink as much until he moved in my father got sick and lost his job. There were several ghosts in that house and we still have horrible dreams about that house till this day my sisters and I often talk about bad dreams we still have. We have since moved to another state and that house is still in our dreams. I could be running in my dream and I will open a door and I’m back in that house. My sister told me she was dreaming recently and she was in the house fighting and she called for me to help her. I believe there was something in that house that drove my uncle to kill his wife and drove my father to drinking and have violent fights with my mother. When we moved I was so happy but whatever it is or was in that house has not forgotten about the us. I hate even talking about it you know it took me two times to right this account to you guys. That house will be forever burned our minds how do I make the dreams go away? The house is still standing we thought it was tore down but last time we visited Ohio the house was still there and yes people were living in it .
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