Hello. My name is Tonja Baker, and I live in Fremont, Nebraska. I just read the story on your website about the "Most Haunted House" and I have to say that it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
From August 1982 until April 1995, I lived with my parents in an old farm house outside of Arlington, Nebraska. When we first moved in, the house was already 110 years old, with a machine shed, a big barn, and garage about 100 feet from the house.
The house itself was huge with 5 bedrooms, with a big basement, a closet at the end of the upstairs hall that the landlord had kept locked with a lot of his mother’s old belongings, and a secret door in the hallway that was kept hidden by an old bookshelf.
Ever since the day we moved in, I remember being terrified to go upstairs alone. I swear I could just feel someone or something there. But my parents thought it was just my imagination. I knew it was more than that. Things would turn up missing from my parents’ room, or my things would turn up missing, nowhere to be found, and of course I would get the blame for it until whatever it was that was missing showed up. And they'd always show up in the place where you had already looked like 500 times. I would also hear unexplainable noises, and feel presences. When my father died in the house when I was 14, it got worse. I always felt like I was being watched, and I even reached a point where I could not stay in the house by myself.
One day during cleaning, my mother and I decided to go ahead and open the hidden door in the upstairs hall to see what was in there. When we did, there was a cool rush of air. My chest got heavy, and I couldn't breathe too well. We got to looking and there was a really old crib in there, along with wallpaper rolls, old toys, and some other stuff, but I was too scared to look any longer. It looked like someone had lost their baby or something. Hell, I don't know. I just had to get out of there. I think I was about 10 or 12 when that happened. All I know is that even thinking about that house right now gives me the chills.
Then there was the hall closet. Well, something made me feel like I had to go see what was in there one day, so I unscrewed the hinges and peeked inside. There was an old rocking chair, some baskets, and really old newspapers. All of a sudden I felt like I was being watched. I turned around, but nobody was there. But the heavy feeling didn't go away. I fixed the door and went downstairs. Whatever it was stayed with me, I felt panicky, and ran out the door to the barn to get one of the horses ready to go to a neighbor’s house. As I was leaving the barn, I glanced up to my bedroom window, and I swear it looked as if someone was turning away from the window and walking away. My mom was at work. I was home alone. Or so I thought.
After that day especially, I could not sit ANYWHERE in that house unless my back was against a wall. And I could not sleep in that same room I had seen the figure in. Maybe I was just paranoid. But maybe I wasn't!
–Tonja
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