Early January, Sometime in the 1960's...
Snow was heavy on the ground. My great, great, grandfather shuffled out to the sidewalk, shovel in hand, as he quickly plowed away at the icy walk. Within thirty odd minutes, he completed his task of shoveling the walk, as he re-entered my current home. He lay his shovel against the wall, as he passed through the living room, hall, and then entered the bathroom. After thoroughly relieving himself of bodily fluids, he noticed snow still on his boots. He stomped hard on the floor a good five times, as unbeknownst to him, an old blood clot in his foot had unlodged itself, instantly dropping him. He hit his head on the way down, instantly ending his life.
Sometime in the Spring, Late 60's/Early 70's...
My Great Grandmother had been sickly for sometime. She was stuck in the house, not leaving, remaining in place. One day, she died in her sleep, going a long while before anyone discovered her dead.
Late 70's...
My town, under the powerful influence of the Ku Klux Klan, commits numerous atrocities, much like lynchings, or the violent beatings of African Americans.
Mid-90's...
Myself, a tender young boy, is suddenly awoken with cold paranoia. As I peeked around my room, I noticed some strange object at the foot of my bed. As I clambered around to get a better look, my body turns cold and numb. There, stands the figure of a pale as paper form of a young girl, with long brown hair. She turns and stares at me, her eyes piercing my mind. I slowly open my mouth to scream, but nothing imminates. I slowly step back, as I fall to the floor. The noise awakens my mother, and when she runs in, she see's me staring at a blank wall...yet I still see the girl. I begin screaming "The girl! The girl!" and such nonsense. My mother grabs me, and runs me into the living room, not knowing what else to do. Sitting in the living room, I watched as the girl exited my room, and slowly walked down the hall. However, just before entering the living room, I closed my eyes, whispered a prayer, and when I opened my eyes, she had dissipated.
Ever since, my life was filled with hearing voices, and being plagued by the dead. Items like Ouija Boards, and Tarots Cards, were used, but they were found to be quite..."Fake". At last, I resorted to an old myth, that Gargoyal's were protectors against specters and spirits. I placed a few gargoyal statues around my room, and thus, ended a large percentage of hauntings...
I hope my story was interesting for some. I have a few other stories about a few visits to the Gypsy Queen's Mausoleum, and also many of my Prophetic dreams. I'll put them up sometime. Anywho thanks for reading.