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Witness: Jackie Schmidt

When I was six, my sister Teri was five, and a visiting friend named Stephanie was five, we lived in a haunted house and saw the most unusual ghost I have ever heard of.

Teri, Stephanie and I were waiting outside for Stephanie’s parents. They were visiting from England and had said they were ready to go and it would only be a "minute". Adult to child translation–two hours.

We were standing between our car and their car discussing how annoying parents are when we noticed a plane flying extremely close. It was an old, unpainted, gray cargo looking plane. It was more boxy and round than streamlined, at least that’s how I remember it.

We be children were excited about a plane being so close and watched with fascination as the plane landed ON THE ROOF OF OUR HOUSE! Of course, we being children had no idea that planes don’t land on houses. We were just feeling pretty special and jumping up and down waving at the pilot. The pilot looked at us and laughed and waved back. It seems to me that he was wearing Red Baron like accessories. After a few moments, he took off again. He had come from the left side of the house and gone on to the right.

By this time we were sick and tired of waiting on parents and so we went in to see what the holdup was. We found them sitting around the kitchen table chatting. Well I was just unbearably annoyed at my parents and hers and decided that I might as well be a part of the conversation since that was the only attention I was going to get.

"Did you hear the plane on the roof?" I said. My dad said, "Oh, Jaclyn, you’re imagining things." I knew I wasn’t, but after I thought about it, I couldn’t remember the plane making any noise.

The whole subject was abandoned (not forgotten) until I was about 13 years old. The family was taking a car trip when I suddenly mentioned the ghost plane event out loud. My sister, Teri, said, "Oh my God!  I remember that too, I thought it must have been a dream!" The correlation proved that it was real and I knew it was anyway because I have an unusually good memory. In fact, I can remember some things from before I could walk.

The really strange part of this is, how could an entire plane have been in the form of a ghost? An inanimate object?

That was not an isolated incident. That house was haunted. The very first night we stayed in our new house, Dad gave Teri and I flashlights in case we needed to find that bathroom in the dark.  Well I needed to find the bathroom. So I sat up, found my flashlight, turned it on and shined it in front of me to find a black male figure at the end of my bed. He didn’t speak, only turned his head to look at me.

I was so scared that I just turned off the flashlight, put it back under my pillow, laid back down and shut my eyes. I thought that he would go away if he thought that I was asleep. All night long I stayed awake with my eyes shut listening for the man. I never heard him leave and so it was light before I could muster the courage to open my eyes. The first thing I did was go to the bathroom because after holding it all night, I was really uncomfortable.  After that I went to my parents room and told them about it.  They said, "Oh, Jackie, you’re imagining things." 

When I moved to my own room in the same house, there were new events. Every night as long as I was in that room, a woman would come out of the wall. She was an older woman, kind of scrawny and scraggly. She would come and stand over my bed a moment and then leave the room. I was pretty sure that she was checking on everyone. She would always come back and go into the same spot of the wall that she came out of.

She would lean almost right on top of me so I thought that her eyesight probably wasn’t very good. She must have really wanted to see me. I wasn’t scared of her after the first couple of nights.

Anyway, those are the three major things that happened in our haunted house. By the way, my parents never noticed anything.

The funny part of this story is that this was a relatively new house, the next one we lived in was over 100 years old and still had the woman’s belongings in the second story. On top of that, she died in her bed in the kitchen. However, nothing peculiar never happened in that house.

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