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Date Posted: 16:10:51 12/18/02 Wed
Subject: Crying Baby!!!!!!!!!!
My story begins in Kingston Tennessee 35 miles west of Knoxville. There is a house set back in the woods where my grandmother had intended to raise her nine children. They left the house after only 3 years of occuping it. The first incident was with my Aunt Iva everyone was in bed and an old man came into the room where she slept and sat on her feet. She had thought it was her brother Albert but he told her it wasn't him. Then there was the time she stayed at home while everyone else went to church. My mom was a baby at the time and had went with the others. Iva was studing and heard a baby crying. She thought it was my mother and that she was lost outside, when she went out to look for her by following the sounds of the cries the cries would end up opposite of where she heard them.Then she remembered my mother was at church. The cries are still heard on foggy, misty, rainy nights.
Then there was the incident that made them move. My mother and her sister Iva were digging iris's and Iva told mama to put the flowers on the porch until they were done digging. Mama said there was an old man on the porch who told her he wouldn't do that if he were her and she did anyway and ran to tell Iva about what she saw. Iva went with mama to get the flowers and they were all smashed and torn to pieces. Years later when my mom was pregnant with me they were at the old house and bloody fingerprints appeared across the ceiling. A piece of sheetrock fell from the wall right in front of her and they left.
Recently my friend and i went to the old house to get pictures and we both felt very strange and uncomfortable. But we stayed anyway and got our pictures. My friend said she smelled something rotting around a big tree in the back yard and i smelled it also, so we took a picture of the spot and several other spots in the yard. I wanted a picture of the inside of the house so my friend went in to get it. When she came out she said something had a strand of her hair pulling it but when i looked there was nothing there. When we developed our film we caught a glimpse of something peeking from behind a tree and the picture my friend took of me at the tree with the fowl smell, was not my face at all. After looking over the pictures and going to talk to my grandmother we discovered that at that tree is where a baby is supposed to be buried and that tree marks the grave. This is a true story and nothing has been made up. We plan to go back for more pictures in the future when we have a digital camera and maybe even get sounds this time as well. Does any one have any suggestions as to how we can get more proof on tape film or etc. Any help is appriciated.
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