There was a little boy who haunted my great grandma's house
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I am a Utah native born and raised and I had the privilege of being able to know my great grandma. She was the sweetest lady and loved her grandkids. Being young I remember going to my great grandma's quite often with my cousins/siblings.
There were only two girls on that side of the family me and my cousin and my cousin would rarely be at my great grandmother's house so I was stuck with all the boys and I remember them telling a story on how great grandma's house was haunted but there were two stories I was told one of them was that a little boy got hit in the road in front of my great grandma's house. The road that my great grandma lived on was commonly used for drag racing or people speeding back and forth I remember it was a 25 road and people were usually doing 45 or 50 down the road. kids getting hit or hurt in the road was very common even when the neighborhood was new in the 1950s. We were never allowed to cross the street or even play on the sidewalk near the street we had to stay right on the lawn or get in big trouble if you didn't listen.
The second story I was told was when my great-grandfather purchased the home in the early 1960s the original owners who built the home sold it because one of their children had a fallen off the top of a bunk bed in one of the rooms and split his head open and died. These were the two stories I remember being told by my cousins and interestingly enough my great uncle would tell us that there was a ghost of a little boy that haunts the house and that he had seen him on multiple occasions. My great grandma would get upset if he started talking about the house being haunted she didn't want him to scare us and told him not to talk about it. My first real experience in the house I was about 7 years old it was Thanksgiving and I was dropped off at my great grandma's while my mom was helping with the cooking at my grandma's. It was always a thing being a kid that you would have take a nap in the middle of the day and my great grandma was no exception to that I remember she put me in the room that originally was my grandma's room which everybody referred to as the cold room it could be 100° in July in that room would probably stay in the mid-60s. And the house was too old to have any type of AC built into it for some reason the room was always cold.
In the middle of my nap I woke up it felt like somebody sitting on the end of the bed it didn't feel like the weight of an adult but somebody smaller. I didn't see anyone the curtains were drawn the door was closed so I closed my eyes and tried to nap but It still felt like somebody was sitting at the bottom of the bed. A few minutes later the bottom of the bed started bouncing as if somebody was sitting on the bed and bouncing up and down. I immediately open my eyes but I didn't see anything I can see the bottom of the bed bouncing up and down it was shaking the whole bed and I was terrified immediately I throw the blankets off jump out of the bed open the door and run across the hall into the bathroom. I sat there for a few minutes trying to understand what happened and then I came out my great grandma was at the kitchen table having coffee I was scared that she was going to make me go back in to finish my nap but luckily I was able to tell her I wasn't tired anymore and if I could just play with my dolls and she let me I was relieved that I didn't have to go back into that room. I would have another encounter only a few months later it was me my youngest uncle who is only about 6 years older than me and my older brother. We were playing with mega blocks and the cold room was basically used as a playroom because my grandma stored any toys in the closet of that room. While we were playing we started to hear a little bell go off almost like a little bells that you would have on your bike and it kept ringing and then you heard this weird clicking sound and we realized that that sound was coming from the cold room. My Great grandma came in to the room saw that all three of us were in the front room playing with the blocks and had the most confused look on her face. My great-uncle got up and said I'll go get it walked into that room and pulled out an old Fisher-Price activity center toy that had to have been from the '60s he placed it on the coffee table he then told my great grandma he sure likes to play with this one while he chuckled.
I wouldn't understand until I was a lot older when my mom told me about her experiences in that house as a child and one of them was with that Fisher Price activity center would constantly ring the little bell you would hear in the little flaps and trinkets would move on it constantly when nobody was playing with it. She said that one time while she was in my great grandma's room she saw her jewelry box levitate in the air as if somebody was holding it and immediately drop when her mom walked in the room it also happened when great grandma who wore wigs in the 60s to 70s saw her wig head levitating in the air and suddenly drop when she went into her room to grab something. But it was my late great grandpa and great uncle who seemed to interact with the spirit most my great uncle would tell us that he would see the little boy peeking out from the cold room or my great grandma's room down the hall sometimes his records would be pulled off the shelf in his room. My great grandpa who loved his garage no one was allowed to go in there complained to my great grandma that while he was working on his car he saw little feet walking around the garage he thought it was one of his kids but then realized the feet were way too little to be any of his children at the time. This has been going on for years since my grandmother was a tween and my mom was a little girl and they all experienced things going on in this house. My great grandmother passed away when I was 9 and my great-uncle lived in that house until he passed away in 2022 eventually my other great uncle ( his older brother) decided to sell the house I came over with my husband to help clean and pack up things in the house I remember telling my other great uncle on how the older cousins would tease us that the house was haunted as kids. He was very honest and said well a little boy died here before my dad bought house. I asked him how he knew that and he said it was on the property records. I asked my uncle how the little boy died he said according to the records he fell and hit his head climbing out of his bed. I got chills realizing it wasn't just scary stories my cousins would tell me but something very real even going into the house is an adult for the last time I still stayed clear of the cold room.