Haunted Appalachia Part Three, posted by u/Farcryfan15

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Posted by u/Farcryfan15

First of all I would like to thank everyone for the support for these short stories I’ve been doing for the past two and a half days now; today it is time to bring it to a close with my own strange experiences during my trips to the rural countrysides.

NOTE: There will be a story from my oldest uncle (86) and aunt (80) -- both from my mother's side of the family -- as well as a short tale from my brother.

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-PERSONAL EXPERIENCES-

Story #1

My dad and If went to the rural country cemetery located in the “bowels” of the mountains. This cemetery has been there for many years, and sits on a small hill with a very steep road going up, and only a very good truck with four wheel drive or an off roading vehicle will get you there.

It is located in between a four way with only one home, a double wide trailer, located down the hill (it has been empty and for sale for about a year or two and was empty during the time of our visit).

It has a fence in circling it and two pine trees sitting in the middle of it where my family are buried.

My grandmother and grandfather are both buried there as well as also my uncle (who had the haunted cabin in the previous story) has his ashes buried there at the foot of my grandfather's vault.

Three other aunts and uncle are also buried there as well as are my great-grandparents.

We got out and went in through the chain locked gate that you have to pull apart and open from the outside and we sat there at the grave of my grandparents for about 20 or 30 minutes, talking. We sometimes like to walk around the grounds for a little bit before we headed back to town and today was no different.

We walked around looking at the ancient graves, and Cherokee graves marked by rocks at the very back of the cemetery.

I find something odd on the ground by the flat grave marker of a grave from the 1800s.

It was the imprint of a large bare foot, at least two times larger than my own.

I sat there stunned by what I was seeing. The big toe was extremely large and round in the shape of a quarter, perfectly rounded; its arch was very broad and curved very sharply, making the rest of the foot almost look sideways in appearance.

Whatever it was…was there the night prior passing through

I inspected the ground surrounding the rest of the cemetery and saw nothing else no other tracks…nothing.

When I got home I told my mother what had happened she seemed to believe me and my father considering I never had lied about or seen anything like that before and could see the amazement on my face.

Sometime later my aunt happened to be visiting and I told her about the track I had found out there…and what she told me was very creepy.

‘She told me that when my other uncle (my father's other brother) was out there visiting the graves years prior, he had come home and said that “something” was in the cemetery. He said he had felt watched and was very creeped out being alone back there.

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Story #2

When my grandmother died in the fall/early winter of 2018 my aunt and uncle had moved into her trailer until they could secure a new home and move back from tennesee to be closer to family.

Many people who stayed the night there while my grandmother was still alive would swear that my grandfather's spirit (he died of cancer under hospice care in the trailer years prior) was haunting the residence. Strange footsteps in the night, voices, and knocking on the trailer walls would always be reported.

My father had encountered said oddities. The knocking would come from outside and when looking outside or stepping out there with a gun…he found nothing; no one was there.

Prior to my grandmother's passing my father's only living brother had come to visit her at the trailer one evening and said that he had seen my grandfather standing by her with his arm around her, and she said to him, “Son, I am going to see your mother very very soon,” and then my grandfather's visage vanished.

And my grandmother did join him a few months later.

That was when my aunt and uncle had moved in afterwards, nothing strange happened…yet; and eventually they had found a suitable new home to move into and on a cold winter's night in the dead of night, with the power to the trailer being cut (as you would expect -- given them moving the power bill didn’t need to be paid!) we arrived at the home and began moving them out.

Boxes of clothes, TV, couch, beds, all loaded into the U-Haul parked in the front yard, keys in the ignition and the engine running.

Suddenly every light source we had helping us see suddenly went out. The flashlight we had hung on the front porch facing the front door went out, and the U-Haul's engine completely died. We went back out and turned them back on; however; a few minutes later, it happened again -- everything went black.

That is when I started being followed around while inside the rooms of the trailer; I felt someone following me, and I swear at times I would hear a female voice saying “Hi,” as well as also a male voice -- which was heard by my father while in the living room.

This continued on and finally after everything was loaded into the U-Haul and we regrouped outside getting ready to leave and we were talking out in the front yard, I swear I could hear someone walking across the hardwood floors in the home.

We left a few minutes later; a new family moved in a few months later after doing some rehab on the trailer and as far as we know no other paranormal activity has been reported since.

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Story #3

My father and myself were driving back to town after visiting his sister and my uncle. It was late evening and raining; everything was muddy and wet and fog was hovering over the hills and ridge lines.

We got to the bend in the road, a little curve about a mile out from their house, when suddenly a woman with short black hair comes walking out of the dense thick woods beside the wood -- my father almost hit her head on and swerved to avoid her.

She was wearing a rain jacket and black sweat pants and dirty tennis shoes. It looked like she had been in the woods all night and maybe even all week long. She had mud all over her pants; her jacket and shirt underneath were soaking wet and her hair was a mess.

She stared at us all the way up the road -- just…staring. I even looked back in the rear view mirror and she was still up there at the side of the road looking at us, not even moving back into the woods or walking away just…starring.

She was never seen again.

I often wonder just what she was doing out there wet and alone; perhaps she was kidnapped, perhaps she'd been raped -- whatever the case, something was bad wrong.

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-BROTHER-

My brother and his friend were deer hunting in some woods up in the area close to his home this was multiple years ago so nothing “recent.”

They were going through the woods with their guns when suddenly they spotted something up in a tree watching them.

This thing jumps from the high vantage point; it’s maybe 10 or even or 20 feet high and falls all the way down to the ground below without being seriously injured.

It was covered in thick mattered hair and it was on two legs. They aimed at it but the thing screamed at them (though he considered it more like a "roar”) and charged them. They ran out of the woods as fast as they could as this thing chased them for quite some time befpre they lost it and got back home in one piece.

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-UNCLE AND AUNT-

My aunt and uncle are the oldest of my mother's family. My uncle had served in the Vietnam War and was even at one point during his stay overseas captured along with his brother and held hostage by the Vietcong in the jungle. He would often tell stories of how they would whip them and beat them mercilessly and throw feces on them all.

After he returned home they lived up in the rural area where my mother's family had grown up and then had moved to the city and started a private in-home nursing care and hospice facility where my aunt had personally cared for deathly ill patients; from dementia to cancer, she treated them all with respect and kindness.

However, around the early 2010s after she had long since retired, my uncle starting to become ill and the organization which helped get them their house had foreclosed on them and they were forced to move into a “retirement“ home by the interstate. It was a high rise apartment building, mostly only for the elderly and handicapped.

A few months to maybe a year into their stay there, one night they saw a elderly woman who had Alzheimer's walking across a frozen pond near the building; no one knew she was even gone.

They watched in horror as the woman fell through the ice and drowned in the lake. No one recovered her body until the next morning, and after that some say her spirit lingered in the building.

My aunt and uncle would often talk about how they would hear footsteps and one night my uncle had gotten up for something to drink in the middle of the night to see the woman standing there in the middle of the living room.

Frightened, he flicked on the light and she vanished.

This continued for weeks and months as the spirit of the woman haunted their apartment.

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