3) We later on moved to "13th" street and "I" still in Ft.Smith, Ark. I was pregnant with my daughter probably about hmm 3-4 mths. along. Anyway, we went to go to sleep that night, we slept in different rooms, his decision, it saddened me, but I dealt with it. (He cheated on me so many times I really have to sit and count them up.) (5 that auto. come to mind)(Crystal, Angelia (my best friend)(typical huh?), Susan, Alley Cat, (hence the name), Name? lady at our job, (that he held for 2 weeks, before he quit.) Anyway we went to go to sleep. I got up to turn the foriuer,(where is my dict.) (the little rooms you go into first before entering the rest of the house, where you hang your jackets.) Anyway the light was on. I got up to turn it off. laid down, it autom. came back on. Irriatated, I got up, turned it back off. laid down , agian the same thing. I went and got a small piece of paper, and shooved it into the light switch and jammed itnin there, to make it tighter, so it wouldn't come on. I turned it off, and you guessed it, it turned back on. I finally said, aloud, "Ok, we will leave it on. Just please don't harm me." And I went to sleep. Thatis not normal for me, but I didn't feel frightened, which was also odd for me. The next morning, Scooter,Stanley, my daughter's dad, said what had happened to him. Well, are you ready, He said, he was laying there. and all of a sudden, the edge of the bed sank in some as if someone was sitting down. He is freaking out by this time, so he slowly moves over some to kindly give theis being room to sit down. He said, the being dot up, walked between our weight bench and the wall, and vanished out the window and was gone.. Now in reality this could not happen. Because we lived on the 2nd floor., Our weight bench was flush up against the wall. The window was closed, locked, and we are on the 2nd floor? where did the being go? and how did she walk out on the outside of the window? whom was she? 1 month later we moved. We didn't have the money to move till then.
4) We lived somewhere over by Grand Ave. On North "I" street, in Ft. Smith. We later found out that the house we were living in, was possibly haunted. How nice to figure this out as we are finally moving out huh? My daughter was around 1 1/2 , just barely at that talking stage. Well, on her dad's side they have an interesting quality, to recoginized things others don't see. Scooter had told me stories of there Grandma messing with them sometimes, but never scary, just always in fun. Like changing the radio station on them, she would do this alot. that's how they knew it was her. They'd just tell her "Hi " and go on. and think nothing more about it. Before this incident, my daughter was crawling, and rolled over laid on her back, looked up at the ceiling, and said,"ahhhahaha" a baby laugh in baby language, as if telling or seeing someone & saying hello. Like they do whern you go "goo-goo-goo-goo" and they laugh. I was warned that if she ever saw things, to accept it, because it was normal in their family. That the spirits would not hurt us, but protect us. To never be frightened. So, here we are in this house. I am on the couch facing the t.v.. My daughter, is facing the door that leads up to the attic. I had accidently left it open, which I normally closed it. I just always felt more comfortable with it closed. My daughter is facing the door. She stops, waves hello,(goosebumps) and says, very plainly, (mind you she is just learning how to talk) very plainly, says " Hello, there." I'm frozen for one she spoke so plainly, 2 there is no one there.......I turned slowly to my daughter, and remembered what his family had told me. So out of respect, I turned to my daughter, and said, " Sweetie, are you saying hello to people, that mommy can't see?" (goosebumps just went up my legs. wow)And she turned slowly to me, with her eyes still fixed on them, and said," Yes, mommy. But it is okay, they will not hurt us, they are friendly." all I remember saying, is,"okay.?..?.. Nothing ever hurt us in that house. However, all I know is when I would go up stairs to the attic. I was a nervous wreck between the staircases. Once up in the attic, I was calm and peacefull. As well, as the staircase I was a nervous wreck between the staircase that lead to the basement. And in the basement, I was ordered yes, oredered to not step my foot off of the bottom step, no matter what. And I never did. Honestly. I felt strongly if I did I was to die. This was a very very strong intense feeling, I still feel this was the truth. Once when I was standing at the top of the attic stairs, I looked down the staircase. And with all of my being, I felt, how do I explain this feeling. hmm As if someone had stood behind me and I was pushed. I invisioned myself tumbling down the stairs, banging my head, and it killing me. But, when I came to in reality I was still standing at the top of the staircase looking down. It hit me. hooo goosebumps all over my body just now. I realized whom ever lived there once was very happy souls. And that they were murdered. One in the basement, and one in the staircase of the attic. This then explained my eaerrie feelings I felt in my heart and soul. I can't right now remember if I prayed for them or not. The reason we had to move, was not because of what happened. We later discovered our roommate that we shared rent with/ was gay, we grabbed a vcr tape of his by accident and it was a porn of 2 guys kissing, we had accidently grabbed the wrong tape he said we could borrow in his room. Or, that is what Scooter told me. I just remember being grossed out. we both 'bout threw up. He found out we knew and moved 1 week later. We could not afford/ I could not afford $500.00/mth rent. We ere evicted. (Remember Scooter wouldn't keep a job.) We later also found out there were 2 murders in the house, and that their spirit was still there. Oh yes, do you have goose bumps now?? And, yes, one in the basement, and he/she died on the basement floor, a grusome death is all we were told, nothing more. (that I can remember). And the other...yes, was pushed down the staircase, blow to the head, and dead at the bottom step. (that's all I know) (a hooker moved in right after we did.She was very rude to Scooter and I and her and her pimp mad eus move 1 day before we had to be out. the landlord was scared of them both, and help us move to our new apt., no joke.) I always wondered if they messed with them both for doing us wrong. Because, they (the spirits) never bothered, and after that day, my daughter spoke to them, their was always a sweet spirit there. I hated moving. But in the same sence kind of glad. because of the ereie feelings.
5) Ready for another? This is my last one, Hope I am not boring anyone, just speaking the truth. I had a friend, her name was Becky, and my best friend , sadly if I can find him again, is my witness. Becky and I went out as some gals do. Just as friends. She earlier took me to a authentic mexican restaurant. She had to do the speaking, as it was in spanish. We order Cow tongue, (it's not bad, but I don't think I could ever bring myself to eat it again.) (I keep picturing a cow chewing a cudd of grass) Anyway we left there, nd I wanted to go shoot some pool. She wanted to go to the mexican bar. I had "no!!" interest in meeting any mexicans, I just wanted to go shoot some pool. Well, She talked me into going to the bar first, then to the pool hall. Well, my plans got shot down. She hooked up with some mexican. I think someone spiked my drink with something. All I know is I was way drunk faster than I had ever been. I only remember drinking 1 soda. I don't remember what the next drink I even had was. I remember doing something that is totally not me, I was dancing with a mexican. I can't normally dance, and I sure couldn't do it drunk, but I did that night, I had never ever danced like that before especially in public. All I can remember was them chanting "Go Jeannie, Go Jeannie, Go Jeannie." When I came to, I thought to myself, Go who? Me? For goodness sake? I'm dancing? And no one is laughing? I'm dancing good? They are all drunk. Well, little did I know I was the one drunk. As well as most everyone else. I remember it being fun, it was then over, I went to the table. Sdaly still unsure , grace of God knowing I was done wrong, God drove me, I have no other explination. We got to her Apt. Lord only knows how I kept it in the road and straight. I have never thought about this, on how I got there, to her apt. God had the wheel is all I can say??? I have no explination, cause I drove, Oh Jesus, (thank you God, I didn't kill anyone, I'm so sorry everyone, I just now for the first time realizeed this. wow. ......... Anyway, I remember telling him, cause he was mexican, "We can do hugging, kissing, necking, and no more." He looked at me in a puzzled looik. So I explained again, cause I wanted to make sure he knew what I was saying. "I said , we can hug, kiss, me lay my head on your shoulder, and no more, no sex. Do you understand?" He was just trying to take advantage of me.I immediately stoof up. and I kept saying "no!" "No!" As plain in english as I could. I felt like a trapped rabbit in a cage. All I remember, was staring out the window, and the though came to me so, so strong, So strong it startled me, God, put these words very boldly in my mouth, "Get The Behind Me Satan, In The Name Of Jesus!!" The words were spoken before I had time to think. All of a sudden (ohh goosebumps) I am not lieing to you at all. This greenish type mass, ball, being, ??? about the size, diameter of 4 baseballs placed in a square, except this was a woobely type mass. It was about waist to shoulder heighth. It came around me on my left side. Between me and the wall a space of about 6 -10 inches from me, sucked out the window the window was not opened, so it sucked right through solid glass, we wer on the 2nd story, it was out the window and gone. that quick. I turned scared out of my mind, ran to the door, of the bedroom. Praise God my keys were in my pocket. Grace of God is all I know to say, The staircase was pitch black, you could not see your hand infront of your face. I put both hands on the wall, one hand on the left, and one hand on the right, my feet were moving faster than I could step, my feet were in perfect rythm down them stairs, and I did not fall. Honestly, It felt as if my feet did not even tuch the stair steps. I was out the front door and standing at my van door, before I even know where I was, it all happened that fast. I was shaking like a leaf in a tree. I had never been this scared in all my life. I jmped in my van, locked the doors, and speeded like a crazy woman. I was running every stop light I could get through. I decided if a cop was going to arrest me, he'd catch me at my apt. cause I wasn't stoppin' for nothing or nobody. I got to my apt. Petrafied, as could be, I went to my best fiend Sam's apt. He wouldn't answer. Scared as I was, I frantically thought, "Help, me Jesus, help me get Sam awake, Oh, God, please help me." I went to the apt. laundry room. I realized the wall was the same wall as in Sam's bedroom. So I started banging on the wall. "Sam, wake up!!! Sam, oh please wake up!!!" He sat straight up, (I know cause he told me), He sat straight up, and said,"God, is that you?" I grinned for a split second. And said,"No, Sam It's me, Jeannie, Please Sam, please do let me in, it's an emergency. Please Sam listen to me, Please let me in!!" He said, "Go to the front door." I peaked out first, ran to his door. He opened it at the same time. I ran in. And he said, "Good Lord, Jeannie, are you ok? You are as pale as a ghost! What's wrong hun? Are you hurt? Are you ok?" I said, "Lock the door they are after me!" He said, Who hun?Whose after you?" Isaid, "Becky and some mexicans she and I met at the bar." i said, "Sam, please don't let them in, don't let them get me. PLease don't make me go home. I am so scared." I was so scared all I could do was rock back and forth, and I kept saying, "Don't make me go home." He said,"you aren't going anywhere, you are going to sllep right here, on theis couch, you sleep and get as much rest as you need, you are safe her.I won't let them hurt you." Sure enough, they showed up, and knocked on my apt. door, and on Sam's, my heart was racing. He didn't open the door to the best of my memory.
Edited again Jeannie, please be careful how you decribe things on this family friendly website and forum.
Edited by: Ron Brind at:24th May 2009 09:49 
