An Eerie Wind

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.