Old true stories that are meant to just give you a little chill as you go about your day…
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These next few we’re going to call the Jenna Chronicles.
Jenna was my roommate for years and got this whole thing started for me. We sat down together that first night and set up http://www.geocities.com/chrisandjenna441/Massachusettsghostsandlegends/, the precursor of Massachusetts Paranormal Crossroads.
In addition to being willing to talk to anyone and egg me on to do the same, Jenna was a magnet for activity. She was part of the background for the Mr. Mustache story and the Haunted Majestic legend and experienced the FedGov and Charlesgate cases with me. By the time we made our first trek into the Bridgewater Triangle to look into haunted Rehoboth, she had already experienced enough odd things to fill a book.
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This story took place near Dallas, Texas.
Jenna’s best friend in high school was Nicole. The relationship between each member of Nicole’s family was tense, and there was always a heavy feeling in the house. It felt as if things could explode at any time between them. “Her house was always kind of weird.” This could be explained, but the other things the two girls felt in the house couldn’t. There was often banging coming from other rooms, especially the parent’s bedroom, when no one was around. Sometimes there was a feeling of covers being pulled off in the middle of the night. Once Jenna was in the bathroom and thought she saw something sitting on the toilet behind her through the mirror. When she turned around she saw an elbow and arm turn to go out.
Things came to a head though one weekend when Nicole’s parents went away. She and Jenna had decided to stay in the house. Like the background of a horror movie or urban legend, there were reports of break-ins and people casing the neighborhood.
While watching television a bowl of popcorn went flying off the table six feet towards Jenna. They tried to recreate the situation to see how it could possibly happen, but their attempts to make it happen again failed.
Then Nicole’s bird started to go wild in his cage. “We couldn’t figure out why. We would go into the room and there would be nothing wrong.”
There was banging from the parent’s room upstairs.
They tried to ignore it, but the idea of burglars stayed in their minds. They were sitting on the couch in the living room when they heard something coming from outside on the sliding glass doors. “It sounded like someone banging it with their fist.” They looked quick to see what it was, but there was nothing there. They ran into the garage and got an ax and a bat, but when they came back there was no damage to the window and no sign of anybody. They called 911, but when the police arrived and checked the house and yard they found nothing.
The next night they decided to have their friends sleep over, about eight in all, among them a cousin of Nicole’s named Mallori. Mallori had lived in a haunted house most of her life and had spent time developing her psychic abilities. She kept in contact with several spirits, including her spirit guide. As soon as she entered the house she was uncomfortable. She suggested they use the Ouija board to try and make contact with the spirit. They used the board near the sliding glass door. Then Jenna noticed a figure standing in an entry way twenty feet away. It was small and outlined in a green glowing light. Someone else saw it too, but not in green. They got off the board and turned different lights on and off to try and find what could be causing it. They were unable to get anything and moved the board over. The board started to quote the bible and didn’t make sense, so they moved it back.
What they contacted was a eighteen year old girl named Nina who had died in a car accident. She was disoriented and scared and this was causing the disturbances in the house. As she talked, the glowing figure came back and would change color. “It would fade in and out and get brighter the more frustrated she’d get.” She tried to tell them that she needed help, but she didn’t make much sense.
Then she started to move swiftly across the board. “She started to spell out 15, 16, 15. Guns, boys, 15, 16. Mallori was nervous and sent her boyfriend and his friend out to check the yard. After a few seconds, they heard him scream back, “Hey, get the hell out of here.” When he came back in, he told them there had been two kids, about sixteen years old, walking around in the woods outside the house with a gun, trying to break in.
Mallori eventually helped Nina cross over to the other side, and as she did, Jenna saw the figure fade away. They never heard from Nina again, and after that the noises in Nicole’s house stopped.