The Fox Family, John, Margaret And Two Of Their Daughters Kate And Margaret

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

Many legends of hauntings in Mankato, Minnesota have been told time after time. Though many people tell these stories, it is unknown to whether or not they are true. In this research paper, I will discuss several different legends that have been told throughout time in Mankato. The legends I will further examine are: the legend of Sibley Park, the Memorial Library on campus, the Carnegie Art Center, and the Witch’s Grave. Being that I am from Mankato, Minnesota, I thought it would be very interesting to research more about these legends and the experiences had in these places. Though I, myself, have not experienced anything completely unusual in these places, many people in the town have another experience. Memorates, or accounts of first hand

On the 30th of June, 1986 the Snedeker family moved into their new home in Southington, Connecticut. Soon after they moved in, strange and frightening things started happening. Even though a 2009 movie based on the events that took place was produced, most of the occurrences in the movie were purely fictional and changed by hollywood. Because of this, many people wonder what really happened on 208 Meriden Avenue, how much of it was real? Throughout the following paragraphs we will discuss and analyze what really happened during the haunting in connecticut.

The setting for this ghost story was at Sturdivant Hall, in Selma, Alabama in the 1860’s.

This book report is over Haunted Houses by Patricia D. Netzley. The book is part of a series called The Mystery Library. The main goal of the series is to examine strange and often unbelieveable or unexplainable events. The author’s writes this series and her other books for the age range of kids to young adults. This book in particular goes into depth about the history of haunted house and everything surrounding them like sightings, ghosts, poltergeist, speaking to spirits, and investigation.

Soon upon opening the index, which was essentially a record of the family names living in Morris County around that time, I quickly located the name Tuttle S and Tuttle C. Both names gestured towards a map, consisting of both Hanover and Whippany Township. Knowing that Caleb Tuttle was the priority, I learned that he had been living in the historic Littleton district, and, not far from the tuttle property, just up the road in fact, I saw the Haring Property on the map. Not farm from the Haring Farm were two properties labelled as Shelley and Rowe. In other words, by investigating the Tuttle family to serve as a marker when natural landmarks failed me, I learned that the Tuttles and the Harings had lived in Hanover Township, Morris County, during

He was confused to why he heard knocking if no one was there, and he began

The “Hydesville Rappings” is the story of the Fox sister’s Margaret and Kate, who moved into a house with their father John Fox and Mother Mrs. Fox in Hydesville in New York USA on 11th December 1847. During the night they started to hear

At first this sounds was a minor sound that could be been anything and could’ve come from anywhere in the house. The first noise they heard that night raised suspicion but neither the husband nor wife were truly concerned until they hear the second noise which was way more distinct and a polar opposite of the first noise. It was much louder, and sounded like a cough coming from someone else, someone who wasn’t them and wasn’t supposed to be there. The man is almost positive that it is coming from inside their house. He intends to investigate, but is seized by a momentary paralysis, leaving his wife to attend to the noise.

Once there was a little girl named Marie. She was running from the man when she spotted the old building they called Lidtke Mill. She ran into the building to get away from the man that was chasing her. When she ran inside, it was pitch black. She tried to find her way through the building, tripping over the rubble caused by people and storms over the years. While Marie was tripping over the rubble, she heard a horrible screeching noise. She was already scared enough before that noise came. Marie covered her ears while that noise went on and on. She decided to go towards the noise. She found what caused it. There was very little light to look at things. What light she had, let her see that the noise was the

The tales of haunted houses is a long held genre in American Gothic literature. The haunted houses are usually described as South plantations homes. When the houses were in their prime, they were the best of the best. They represented the upper echelons of society, where only the super rich could own. The dark secret behind such plantation houses is that they were usually build and maintained by slavery. As time pasted and the Emancipation Proclamation was passed at the end of the American Civil War, slavery ended and the plantation homes fell into ruin. In Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s 1892, short story, “The Yellow Wallpaper,” while the story does not take place in a typical haunted plantation house, it does take place in a vacation home

That night, Anne couldn’t sleep. Her mind was clogged with too many thoughts. The door seemed odd. It had radiated a sort of power that Anne had never felt before. She kept tossing and turning in bed, unable to calm down enough to sleep. Anne sat up in bed, and turned her head. Her eyes rested on her lamp, which had been there since they had moved in. This time, however, it seemed different. She held her hand up to touch it, just like she had with the door. A certain power seemed to intensify, although it might have just been the heat. For a split second, Anne thought she saw a bear etched in the silver base, but when she blinked, it was gone. The girl lay back to rest, her thoughts more tangled than ever.

Sometime later that night while Michael was on the verge of dozing off to the sounds of the snow falling and the television playing, he heard the footsteps again. At first, Michael did not realize what he was hearing. Only this time it was not just footsteps. There was the faint sound of a feminine child-like voice calling his name from below his window. This startled him at first because there were at least twenty inches of snow outside and the temperature had dropped to

As the oil lamp flickered in her room at her grandmother 's home along with the eerie sound that the wooden floor made when stepped on, the girl heard a deafening voice coming from the distorted walls telling her to get out. She shook her head in disbelief as if she was saying to herself that she was going insane and then repeating to herself for the fortieth time that things as ghost or spirit surely only existed in her

October 12th 1902. It was another dreary night in Huntington Pennsylvania. The thunder crashed like plates being dropped on a kitchen floor. The lightning illuminated the night sky bringing light for just a short, brief moment. The house creaked and groaned as if someone were in the very home. And the sound of the neighborhood cats scurrying to find a shelter from the frigid rain. This however did not affect old Zebadiah Hansen, who had gotten used to the old mansions many clamorous noises and had developed a somewhat liking for them. Zebadiah sat in his rocker stroking his long white beard next to a roaring fire, reading The Cloud of Unknowing, one of a vast array of books in his vast collection. Abruptly a boisterous knock came from the