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The Gracie Files chapter 1 |
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A Real WV Haunted House
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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,
West Virginia.
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,
as a child,
I lived there.
When asked, by my
cousin Michelle Boggs
to write any creepy
stories I ever heard
about that house....
I started racking my
brain to try and
remember them all.
Michelle grew up next
door to the errie,
old home. She is the
granddaughter of
John Boggs, the
son of
Clay and Gladys.
From one generation
to the next, the
house has been passed
down.
Even though new
family members move
in and out of the home,
seems the old family
members will never leave.
I wanted to make sure it
was know just how warm
and inviting the house
has been to me.
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.
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 and
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,
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.
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 ...
Suzie Boggs was the
sister to my mothers dad.
She lived alone in there
for years before she
mysteriously died.
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
old lady was rarley
seen with out her gun.
Seems to me
she lived in utter fear.
I really loved her.
*Aunt Sabina lived with
Suzie her sister,
for years until
she passed away.
She was never married.
When she died
Suzie was left all alone.
*John Boggs
ok this one can
get confusing
because there is
like many John Boggs'.
All named after the
"John" before them.
I am Not talking about
the builder of the the
house.
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.
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.
Together they named
their first son after
John.
I hope I have filled you in
on enough 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....
TO 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 lover of
family history.
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.
Saying 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
and grief over the
whole death.
She lived in daddys
hometown and
had no close family there.
I think this was Anna Mae's
special way of helping us.
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.
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
cousins around and everyday
we had a blast playing.
It was like having our own,
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 she was
worring about the dirt.
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.
I remember the suspense
we felt that night waiting
to see if she would actually
go up and turn off that
light. I never thought
she would have done it.
It was really a creepy thing
for anyone to do even
in the middle
of the day. I was usually
the brave one who would
charge up those stairs
while others followed.
The worse part about it
is the task of opening the
door ,
Which that night the
light was on so of corse
we were all nervous
with thoughts of
Who turned it on?
Were they still up there?
Believe me, to turn it on
was way worse, 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...
IN THE DARK!
The string was very long
and lead to the very top
of the room.
If pulled on, a single
light bulb would click on.
Then would swing the
glare of the light back and
forth. Creepy.
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, when starting up the
stairs, she let out one
of those gasps when you get a
sudden fright.
I guess she thought someone
had got her...
But it was just the
door knob touching her back!
Of corse, her gasping like that
made us yell out too.
It surprised me that she even
opened the door.
The door was a bit on the
tuff side to open and shut.
I guess from over the years
and weathering. Yet,
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| On April 14th 2008 goosebumpgirl1 Said : | |
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COOL!kmp plz |
| On April 14th 2008 Ostupid1 Said : | |
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to be continued.. if you want. Leave a comment and I will leave more for you to read. I didnt get it all copied or something but the attic and the living room guy are tied together... you will have to wait and see. It really is creepy weird. and all so very true. |


