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The Gracie Files.. a collection of ghost stories.

     Years ago I began the adventure of writing a book.  A collection of files.  I thought here would be a great place to keep them stored and possibly get  some feedback from the general public.

     Its been years since I have even looked at all this old paperwork I had filed away.  It will be like we are all enjoying it together for the first time. lol

Chapter 1...   The Beginning.

     Bethany Grace is the my niece.  We all call her Gracie.  When Gracie was three years old she finally came and spent the night with us.  She is the sole reason I began this journal.

     Gracie is a beautiful, very fair complected, almost white blonde haired young lady. 

 She is shy, reserved and hard to warm up too. 

She can give the mean face of the devil sometimes, but for some reason she has decided to like me. 

I am one of the lucky few.

     She had a pretty good vocabulary for a three year old.  She is now five.  I remember that  she was always telling people... "tomorrow??"   With every sentence or question she would say tomorrow.  for example

     Can I hold it...tomorrow?   "Tomorrow, we'll go there?"   She said that word tomorrow with the cutest little mexican like accent.

     She had a level head about her but with such a small toddler body.

   On June 20,2005, Gracie spent the night with us for the first time.  She chose to sleep with me instead of the other kids.  We laid there and talked awhile and I told her... "good night, love ya now go to sleep." 

     I was facing away from Gracie, and just as I started drifting off to sleep I heard her voice say....  

   "Theres someone dead right there."     I then reacted quickly by flipping my head around, opening my eyes and saying   "WHAT?"    She repeated herself matter-of-factly and cailm  "Theres someone dead right there."

  As she was saying this, I was startled to see she was sitting up in bed facing me with a bright but soft white glow around her. 

 It could have eaisly been the light from the pole at the end of our driveway shining in the window upon her fair skin.. but it was so errie at that moment. 

She looked like a little angel.

   I then said  "where?"     "Right over there..." as she gestured with her body that it was just past me at my closet.  The door was open as usual.  It was very dark over in that corner and I kinda had a little fear of  looking.

   So I decided to yell for Mark in the bedroom next door.    "Mark!  come in here... Gracie just said someone dead was right there in the closet!"

   He flipped on the light said,  nothing was there and told us to go back to bed it would be alright. 

 We both laid quietly till we fell asleep.

           June 21st.

     I told my sister, Shonna, the next day about what her daughter had said and how it had given me the hibby jeebies.  Shonna said,  that Gracie tells those stories all of the time.  That is why Shonna always had the creeps and didnt like to sleep through the night. 

That Gracies ghost stories were so real that it would put the fear in anyone.  She also mentioned that she doesnt encourage her to finish those stories.  She just trys to brush it off so she wouldnt get the creeps what time she was home alone for the week while Gracies dad was working.  

  June 23

   We got to keep Gracie agian.  I was looking forward to it.  Early in the day I talked with Gracie and asked her if she see's ghosts.   She shook her head  in the most serious way...yes.  I asked if there were ghost there now?  She looked around and said no.  I jokingly asked her if she saw any ghosts to tell me.   She said she would and we went on with our day.

      Later that evening....

Just Gracie, Mark and I were in the t.v. room.  We had been tring to make Gracie smile.  She did not like Mark.  She wouldnt even crack a smile or even say a word at any of his silliness.  She just prefers girls.  Still does,  but she finally warmed up to Mark ... after a few years.  lol

    Anyway,  we were in the t.v. room playing around.  Gracie was on my lap when she finally spoke.  "A guy is going to die."  

Both Mark and I stopped and listened to what Gracie had to say.  She repeated herself and added... This was in such a tone that it was quite and errie... "A guy is going to die, he is going to drown....  He'll die .. in a drain...  Theres no water in it now.... But there will be...  A guy is going to die, he will drown. You'll (me) be there.  So will I"

   This is when Mark finally interupted her and asked seriously.. "Will I be there?"  she said "no" shaking her head slowly.  "Loddy will be smoking"  Loddy is the word Gracie always, at the time, called her older sister Melody, only eight years old then.  I quickly said "does Melody smoke cigarettes?"  She said "Yes"  I said "in front of her mom?"      "no" ....     I said   "Are you saying that Melody is smoking cigarettes behinde our backs?"   Gracy said " she don't smoke now but she will be smoking when that guy drowns in the drain."

    Mark and I started talking about what Gracie had just said.  As if we heard all we needed to hear about the day some guy was going to drown she wouldnt repeat or add anymore to the story.  She started talking about a spider and the cobweb in the corner of our room.    She would not tell us anymore information.

        Later, we all went to bed....

I jokingly let Mark know I was seriously a little creeped out about sleeping alone with our new little ghost girl.  I am in awe of her.  But a slight bit of fear and some chills came over me that day.   

 So I got into bed with her.  I was on the outside and she was near the wall.    Mark, being silly, hollared into our room...

"Gracie do you see any dead men in there?" 

 She answered very cailmly..

"That one there is sleeping" 

 Marks eyes got big and said

 "go to sleep, good night." 

 He then flipped out our light and left me and Gracie alone, ...............in the dark,................... to fall asleep.

Later that same night....

   After I was good and asleep, Gracie woke me up saying "Laura, Laura,    LAURA!"    I mumbled "what gracie?"

She flatly said   "Theres a ghost looking at me in my eyes"

Without even opening my eyes I screamed for Mark.

   He came running in our room, flipping on the light and asking What. 

 I told him  "Gracie says theres a ghost looking at her in her eyes."  

 He said.. "Gracy,  is there any ghosts in my room?" 

 She said   "NO, but there are ghosts in this house." 

 Mark just repeated himself..

"But there are no ghosts in MY room?"  She said "no."  

    He said.."alright, Good Night"   

 Then flipped off the light and left me and Gracie quietly alone in the dark till we somehow finally fell asleep.