An Eerie Wind
This story goes back to around 1976. My family and I went down to Liberty,
Kentucky, to visit my grandparents.
While we were talking with my Grandma Miller we could see she was
nervous. Mom asked if everything was
o.k., and Grandma shrugged and said "Yeah, but the strangest thing
happened last week." Then she told
us the weird tale.
Grandma's house had been built years before by a cousin of
my grandfather. He originally built it
for his wife as their first home together.
After a few years they sold the house and went on to other
properties. It went through several
hands, and from what I was told as a child a few people had died in it, before
my grandparents bought it.
There were often strange occurrences. Often, If someone was sleeping on the couch,
they would see car lights sweep through the window, lighting the opposite wall,
then go out. This was often followed by
the sound of a car door slamming, in the front yard. When you looked out of the window, no one was
there. Sometimes, from my grandparents
room, you could hear the front door or upstairs door open, then steps go up the
stairs; but no one had opened the door, or gone upstairs. These and other bizarre occurrences happened
frequently and would not alarm my grandmother.
But this time she told a different tale, altogether.
The original home owners wife had been hospitalized and the
family had been waiting for her to die, as the hospital could not help
her. My aunt Betty's husband, Delmer,
was representing the church and had been visiting her one evening.
That night while my Grandmother, Betty, and three other
aunts and uncles were watching TV, the screen door slammed against the outside
of the house. The heavy wooden front
door slammed open against the wall, inside the house. The upstairs door, across from the front door
burst open into the front room. Keep in
mind all of these doors had opened with tremendous force, from different
directions.
As the doors burst open, a cold wind rushed into the house
and up the stairs. As the wind passed,
all the doors slammed shut, bang, bang, bang.
After the doors slammed everyone sat in stunned silence, then ran
through the kitchen, and out the back door.
They stood at the side of the house, not wanting to go back
in. Then the phone began to ring. When my grandmother went in and answered it,
it was my uncle Delmer. He told her the
old lady, who first moved in on her honeymoon, had died about a half hour
earlier. At the same time, that the wind
had torn through the house.
