~The House,The Spirit,The Dream, The Attack, and The Truth~ A Real Ghost Story

~In June of 2001, some friends and I decided to go meet a group of people on a paranormal investigation. We did not know these people ourselves, but most of my group of friends love research in the paranormal & even belong to a Nationaly known group. So, to make a long story short, in one of those "friend-of-a-friend" situations, we (myself,this guy,another girl & another guy) decided to join a group of people,the other paranormal group, on an over-night camping trip WAY out in no-where-land.*DISCLAIMER* We made sure all our family & friends knew where we were going, had our cell-phones, and planned ahead of time to protect ourselves.After all, these were strangers we were meeting.

We left the populated area early, and by 10:00 p.m., the "town" (pop.400) we were in was so tiny, that on a Saturday night, we could not find an open gas station. We ended up going ANOTHER 27 miles to the next big town, to get some gasoline. So, by the time we got back to our original location, it was much later than we would have liked, since we needed to locate the other group & pitch tents for the night.

***One very cool thing on the way back from the other town, we went to "SpookHill" which is a real place in Florida, where you park on a hill (seems pretty steep too,)put your car in nuetral & your car gets pulled UP the hill backwards. It is really cool. They even have an elementary school nearby called "Spook Hill".***

Anyway, we arrived back where we should have been around 1:00 a.m. The area we were in was so tiny, that the "streets", mud access roads actually, were named after the family who's trailer was parked at the end of the lane. I actually saw, a trailer, with a satillite dish & a port-a-potty.

Anyway, we could NOT locate this other group. But we found this old abandoned two-story house, that looked like a Hollywood version of a haunted house. So, temptation got the best of us. We got out of the car & started filming the area. We had a nightscope,digital camera,regular camera & video recorder that films at night.

Now, where we were it was pitched-black. No city lights, no house lights. We were at the end of a lane, that had a trailer, (occupied), and about 3 miles down, at a dead end, was the house.This was a dirt lane, open on all sides, without animals, or trees.While we were there, I suddenly felt a child was nearby. And crying, wanting reasurance.I also got a clear "gut" impression, of violence happening there. At the house. We did not go into the house, because 1) it would be tresspassing and 2) there were no lights but our camera lights.

So, we left. We didn't get home till the early morning hours & watched the sun rise. I fell into a troubled sleep. In it I saw the man I somehow knew lived in the house. He was very coarse, and violent.Ignorant, too. His wife, was really more of a girl-child, and they had a young baby. One day, during a drunken-rage, he struck his wife in the head, while she was holding the baby. He then buried her outside, under a shed. The baby, too.This was my dream, I woke up violently ill. Vomiting,you get the picture. Meanwhile, the guy I went with came over & I told him how sick I was. I had changed clothes, after a quick bath. He said "What's that?". And there was, on my inner arm........A BLACK BRUISED BITE-MARK, WITH TEETH-MARKS!!!!We were both shaken.

That night, I had a second dream. I was the Wife of a small-town sheriff. My husband came home & said "______is missing", and I knew in my heart, her husband had killed her. Once again, I woke up troubled.

Now, remember, the house was on a dirt lane about 5 miles all togather. The lane had a name on it. Not the last name of the man & woman who were haunting my dreams.

I called information, asking for a listing of the man's name I had dreamed of. The man's name was "Bob Smith". I asked for a listing for a "Bob Smith" in this town. The operator gave me a " BoB Smith, JR." the address was ON THAT VERY LANE! Now, the lane had an unusual enough name that, there was no doubt, it was the same.

It is true. It happened. I still love ghost stories & going on hunts.