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The Gracie Files chapter 1

A Haunted House in West Virginia

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                          CREEPY
STORIES OF THE OLD
JOHN B. BOGGS HOME
Big Otter WV
 
 
  My Great, great,great, great,....
Great, Uncle John Boggs built 
his home in Big Otter, WV many
many years ago.    
It is a  beautiful, white,
 two story, victorian,  home that still 
stands today.   It is the house 
that sets way back in the field
 behinde Big Otter Go~Mart.  
You can actually look directly
 upon it while exiting I~79.  
For a  period of time 
I lived there.    
When asked to add any creepy stories I ever heard about that 
house by  Michelle Boggs, I started racking my
brain to try and remember them all.    Michelle grew up next
door to the pretty, yet errie, old home. And is the granddaughter
of  John Boggs,  son of Clay and Gladys.  She is my cousin.
 
 Before I ever moved into the house
 I remember going to visit my
 Great Aunt Suzie there.  
I remember she lived alone.  We 
lived in Spencer and never got to see 
her very often but I loved it there!
 She had the kind of  furniture 
you see  in the movies that 
goes into those old victorian  
places.   It was all original stuff 
from  when John furnished it.  To me, 
it was all so breathe takingly 
beautiful.  To everyone else, it
was a haunted house just 
waiting to attack.
 
For all the stories I am going  to be sharing
 about this house ~~ I need to
fill you in on some details and names. 
 
   Let me try to quickly describe the layout of
the house.
 
Downstairs there was the entrance grand hallway.
To the left is the beautiful master stairway.  It curved up
and to the right.   Upstairs across from the top of
these stairs is the room we made into our own personal 
living room.  If you were to walk down the hallway from
there you will see my mothers bedroom on the left.  Then 
a matching huge bedroom across from hers.  They each had
bay windows and fire places.   Next on the right is the choice of 
either going down the servant  aka slave stairs or walking 
down a short hall to the door which lead to the stairs to 
the full walk in attic.  Across the hall  from the stairs
is the master bathroom.  
 The  same bathroom that my  Aunt Suzie was found dead in.
Dont worry I have a creepy story
about her death.
In due time,  in due time.
It is very interesting.
Right next to the bathroom.... was my room 
and across the hall from  me  was Aunt Suzies old 
bedroom.   It now belonged to my sister, Shonna. 
  My Aunt  Anna Mae and her husband Nelson
bought the house after Suzie died and they had their bedroom 
downstairs.  
 It wasnt long after my dad died that my mom had to be
 hospitalized and my sister and I had to come stay with 
them for a while.  Then when  mommy was able to 
come home we all talked her into moving from our 
hometown of Spencer  to the upstairs portion of the families 
famous John Boggs house.  Sadly, this was the happiest part
of my life.   
                              Names to know     
*Great Aunt Suzie Boggs was the sister to my mothers dad.  
She lived alone in that house for years before she mysteriously
died. Found in the bathtub.   
  She kept a gate,  chained and locked, at the end of the
  driveway.   She would watch out her
windows or on horseback using her binoculars.  
This lovely, sweet, very, very, old lady was rarley 
seen with out her gun.  Seems to
me she lived in utter fear.      I really loved her.
*Aunt Sabina     She lived with Suzie her sister, for years until
 she passed away.  I never met her.  Sabina was never married.
 When she died  it was  then that Suzie was left all alone.
*John Boggs  ok this one can get confusing because there is
 like a hundred John Boggs'.   I am  Not talking about  the 
builder of the the house  .
This John was just named after him many generations later.
 This John is the brother to Suzie, Sabina and Grandpa.  He 
grew up living in the house with them until he died 
at the age of 19. 
 John and three of his brothers were in a terrible car wreck. 
John was the only one killed.   The other three brothers
never told the secret of who was driving the car that killed 
their brother.   
*Henry Clay Boggs    My moms dad. He  was one of
the surving brothers of the crash that killed John.   ( if you
ever go up the interstate passing  Big Otter ~ North... You will 
see a  barn and cilo over in the field on the right.   It reminds
me of the picture  on the WV drivers liscense.   Well,  that was
my mom's barn.   There once was a house there too.
 The government bought their house and
tore it down to make  interstate 79)
Gladys  Marie Ball Boggs  Gladys and John were dearly in love. 
  When he was killed  in the car wreck , it broke her heart.  
She later fell in love with Johns brother,  Henry Clay .  They 
married and   had 11 children.  My mom was the 10th child.  
 She named her first son after John.  My Grandpa and Grandma 
both loved John and agreed on the name.  
 
I hope I have filled you in on some of the
details you will need to understand
the many ghost stories I have to tell
about this wonderful
haunted house!
This story I call....
   FOR THE  ONE  I  LOVE
When our family moved into that beautiful,
victorian home, that held the memories of our family
ancestory on every square inch, 
 my mom's heart should have filled with joy.
She is a true family history lover.
However, this recently widowed, very slender mom
of two young girls was to overwhelmed with the
trials of life to enjoy any of her time there.
She kept herself busy, taking sips of coffee and
cleaning and recleaning our very clean home.
Her sister, Anna Mae had asked us
to come live with her there.
The house was very large for just the two of
them she had said. 
  I believe she understood the severe trauma
 we were going through.
My dad was 32 years old when he
died of a heartattack in the back yard
mowing the lawn.    My
mother felt a lot of guilt over the
whole ordeal.   If she would have
seen him sooner or even knew CPR.
Then being left to explain to her little
girls why daddy isnt coming back.
She didnt handle it all very well at all.
She lived in daddys hometown and
had no close family there. 
I think this was Anna Mae's
special way of helping us.
Mommy finally agreed and we
 made that one last trip back to our
hometown of Spencer,WV to haul all of our
belongings to our new home. 
They told us we could have the whole
upstairs of the house to ourselves.  
   We put all our stuff into
one room and lived in our fancy new
furnished rooms.   However, we
 did decide to make
ourselves a living room 
 for watching tv, out of the
bedroom at the end of the hall
 by the pretty stair case.
It was in this new living room where
my mom felt her first vibe. 
She seriously felt that in that room there
was someone else.   She could just feel the
presence of somebody.  She asked me
if I felt like someone was watching us.
I am not an easily creeped out person.
I wasnt then either.  I just said no and
went on trying to get a tv channel to come in.
For years everyone in the family felt
the "vibe" of the house being haunted.
There are many differenet storys from many
different people of errie accounts.
So it didnt surprise me when my mom said that.
I can see where anyone would get the heebie
jeebies every now and agian in that
house.   But I never did.   I felt totally
safe and happy there.
Over the next couple weeks my mom had all
 of dust wiped and all the wood floors
shineing. 
  She cleaned to pass time.  To keep
her from thinking.  
She may have been trying
to keep her mind off of daddy and got to
thinking about ghosts but
everyday she became more and
more sure of the fact that someone was watching
her.   She also knew they were staying in
our new living room.   She asked
Anna Mae about any of her ghostly stories
but none of them
ever included a presence of
someone in that room.
She could feel that the
spirit or ghost or whatever
would stand just at the edge of the doorway and look
down the hall at her or be looking across the
hall and into her bedroom at her.  She would
have to close the door. 
I remember she couldnt explain why but she got
the feeling it was a man 
She would actually smile when she would
mention that maybe it was the ghost of
my dad.   Didnt bother me none at all.
If it kept her smileing then.. good.
During the same time period.
One night my mom came in asking my
sister and I if we had been in the attic.
We seriously had not been in there that day.
Usually she would be telling us to stay out of there.
She didnt want us up there cause of all the
bat doody and musky stuff.  I was
always begging her to let me move up there. 
 I loved it. 
Well at least during the day.
 It's ceiling was so high
and the whole room was the size of the
full house. 
Trust me... it was
AWESOME
My mom didnt think so.  She did her
best to keep us kids out of there.
We always had kids and cousins to
play with while leaving there.
 Everyday we had a blast playing. 
 It was like living in a  huge play house. 
We were constantly sneaking  into the attic. 
 Mommy would sooner or later
catch us and start yelling that she had
"just washed down those walls!!! "
Going up and down those stairs in
such a tight,  closed in area everyone
always slid their hands up and down
the walls.
Our dirty little handprints
drove her insane.
It sure kept mommy busy cleaning .
That was a  good thing though.  Right?
 But on  that night  when she was asking us if
we had been in the attic.... she didnt 
seem like the worried over dirt mother.
She seemed scared.
She said "Who left that light on in the attic?"
I remember thinking it was
at least 2 days ago. Since I had been up there.
She then went to go turn off the light in the attic.
Let me explain... how the light works in there.
First you walk down the narrow hall to the back end
of the house.  There is a blind spot at the end of the
hallway that turns abruptly and stops.  With the
door to the attic shut it is a little space you can
hide and scare people from. 
 I scared many people.
So the actual looking around that corner
made me a bit nervous.
 But just because its like
waiting on a balloon to pop.   The loud
sound of a kid jumpin out to scare you
makes you fear it.  
 But, that night, if something
was there it wasnt anybody I knew. 
After then she making it around that corner she
would have the  worse task of opening the
door leading to the attic, where the
light is on.  
 Who turned it on?
Were they still up there.  
What if  it was Anna Mae and
mom turns the light off on her?  Naah..... no way.
The only... ONLY  person willing or brave enough
to turn on that light at any given time was me.
Well or mommy.
Now your probably thinking.. wow  flip the
switch already.    Nope, cant... why?
Because it was an old house and it was the
attic.. no flip  switches.
It is way worse believe me to turn it on than
to turn it off.   
First you have to open the
door to the utter darkness. 
 Then climb up a
very narrow path of steep steps.
  About mid way up
the stairs you had to start feeling for a 
dangleling string... mind you in the dark.
.   The string was attached to the
very top of the ceiling where if pulled  on it
a single light bulb would click on
   Once the light is on you
still have to finish climbing the stairs.  
You cant see into the attic until
your head basically
pops up outta the floor. 
By that time the boogie
man could of clobbered ya.  
Turning off the switch,  
at least there is the comfort of 
 seeing what your hand is grabbing for.
   Then   knowing
you can at least see the next 10 or so stairs ahead
 Then  once you give the quick tug and the
light is off  you can turn and sprint down the stairs
and slam the door shut.
Well, that is exactly how my mom did it that night.
Except she let out one of the gasps when you get a
sudden fright.  It was just the door knob touching
her back but it made us yell out too.
What so creepie about this you ask???
Well, turns out my mom had to turn off that attic
light the night before too.   
  She said we were
already in bed and she was taking a bath and
when she came out she saw the attic light was on.
Where its so dark back in that hallway she could
easily see a light hitting the wall from out of the
door cracks.  She said she was tempted to leave it
on but was afriad it might catch the house on fire.
It had that water residue in the 
glass of the bulb  sometimes and
she feared the place was going to burn any
minute over water in the eletrical system. 
She had to turn it off. 
  Then for it to happen
agian the next night she wanted the TRUTH.
That night I think she was satisfied  with
our answer that maybe one of the other
kids may have been up there and left it on.  
 Untill......  it kept happening
about every other night
after that.  
We were not doing it! 
 It was NOT us.
  She said she could pass by and
purposley look and it be off. 
 Us girls in  our beds sleeping.
  Then look later that
night and it was on.  She just couldn't
leave it on.   She is very obsessive over
things that may burn us down... For
example...
before leaving the house she checks
all the stove knobs twice and each time
says out loud.. " off  off  off ... "

This went on for about a week
when she decided to shorten the
light switch string.   She made it to
where you had to go all the way up
the stairs to turn it on
so if it was
another kid just leaving it on because
they were just to afraid to  
go back down  the steps in the dark,

that maybe they would be to
afraid to climb all the way up in the
dark to turn it on.

   Nope, still did it.

Then she had to climb all the way
up them to turn it off. 
 She finally
got smart and somehow took it
out. 
Hmmm  or maybe it blowed.
Not really sure.  But it definatley
couldnt come back on till it was
replaced.

    In the meantime my mom
was still being haunted by the
living room man.  
She kinda
felt like he "liked" her. 
Wanted to watch her.  
She felt maybe,
just maybe it was Daddy.  You
never know.  
.
But it was still a bit far fetched
even for her to completely believe.

    My mom spent many a day
all alone in that big house.

She put us off to school and
Everyone else was off to work
soon after.   She said she would
clean the day away.  Or try to
stay outside working.
  
  On one particular day  while
home alone, she had
worked enough and needed a
cup of coffee.  So she went
into the kitchen and put on
the coffee pot and waited on
the whistle.  In a large house
I could imagine how it would
echo and seem errie.  
  Well, according to her she
was just wore out from what
ever it was she was doing. 
Probably weed eating.  I dont
know.   So she wasnt at all
thinking about being alone.
She was used to it.  She
poured herself a cup and
decided to take the long
walk down the hall and use
the nice staircase to go to
our tv room to sit back and
relax. 
  Remember, the
nice staircase lead right up
to our living room. 
As she
climbed the stairs one by
one I am sure she took a
sip of her coffee and was
more than likely daydreaming
as she went. 
 She then looked
up ahead and seen a glimpse
of a man.
    She looked agian and saw a man. 
 She said he looked like
a younger version of her dad.

My grandpa. 
 He  had passed away just a year earlier. 
Then just as if it was a trick of the eye
she said the guy was gone.
  What did she do????

Nope.

She went on up those stairs
with that cup of coffee in
hand and walked right into
that room.   She looked
and didnt see anyone.  But,
she knew he was there.
She said she just turned on
the tv and sat down on the
couch and finished her
coffee. 
  I guess the feeling of
knowing she was being
haunted by someone she
loves didnt scare her.  Maybe
she was just trying to proove
to herself she really saw
something.  I am not sure.
   Later, after telling the
family of her experience,
Anna Mae told her that maybe
it was the ghost of John Boggs.
  Their dads brother that died
when he was 19.  After asking
around she found out for sure
that our living room was HIS
bedroom.  
After careful
thought and more thinking my
mom suddenly realized that
maybe John thought she was
Gladys? 
Being as she thought John was her dad.. 
Why couldnt John  think the daughter of
Gladys was was the young 
Gladys he once loved.
It wasnt long after she thought she had it
possibly figured out that she got all the
proof she needed.
   
   Remember the attic??? 

Well, turns out my mom felt
the urge to clean the walls
of that stairway agian.  So
she had to get the light
fixed. 
 Knowing we were
not up there without a
light what made her think
the walls would be dirty
agian?  
 Who really cared if
they were.  
 But sure enough
she said they were filthy and
had to be done.  
 She always started at the very top
of the steps reaching to the top
of the wall then sitting down
on the step to get the very
bottom of the wall on each
side then slide down a step.

At one point she noticed
the door to the attic slightly
moved a bit more open.

Wind.
After a while she was
finally down to the very last
step.  
 As I have explained
she has done these certain
walls often and totally
flipped out when she noticed
writing on the wall.
It was extremly
close to the step.  In a
very very hard to write on
the wall spot. 
She got  down on her knees
To keep from having to read it
upside down. 
And when
she read it she remembered
the door had moved earlier.

And decided not to wash
the note off. 
She just decided to move away.

   She said the note said..

  "For the one I love."

 that was
the day my mom packed
us up and moved us into
a terrible,rinky, dink
apartment in clay
above the eye doctors
office.

 
Hey.......

   I wonder what it was that ghost gave her?
"For the One I Love"
hmmmm???

  hehe 
  she did say she
was bent over. 
lol 
On her knees.

   That might explain why she packed up
and headed out.
I really dont think she had a "personal" experience
with him....
 it was just the perfect  chance for comic relief.
Man, if she would read that.
I'd get the belt.

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On April 8th 2008 muse4apoem Said :
muse4apoem That is a creepy story! My grandmother lives in spencer! LOL cool story! :)
On February 13th 2008 Ostupid1 Said :
Ostupid1 Thank you all!!!!!!!!
On February 10th 2008 lillex64 Said :
lillex64 This gave me chills!
On February 9th 2008 novastarr23 Said :
novastarr23 wow this was cool. if you write another, let me know
On February 9th 2008 popopoas Said :
popopoas this is chilling and haunting... I like it! Keep it up, this is a powerful story in itself; I wouldn't be surprised if you published a book on short horror stories (may be fiction or fact), becaus this is awesomely scary. keep me posted whenever you write this!
On February 9th 2008 Ostupid1 Said :
Ostupid1 if you like reading about the paranormal. I have a story about my neice gracie who flipped me plum out!!!!! look on my profile for the story titled.. The Gracie Files part 1
On February 9th 2008 Ostupid1 Said :
Ostupid1 Thank You!!!!!!!! I loved living there so much that it is so fun to just sit down and remember the stories. I cant quit typing once I start though. I get excited and cant shut up. Thank You... I have a really good murder theory about the way My Aunt Suzie Died and how my Grandpa died just four months before she did! I could be wrong but its a theory. I havent written it down yet but I am looking forward to starting on that ... I am so tierd.. I just got off work and I dont think I am up for typing atm. Thank you everyone for viewing my story.
On February 9th 2008 kierawruck Said :
kierawruck wow this is such a great story.. its scary and creepy... keep doing stories like this 1...