I pulled into my friend’s driveway at 3:00am one morning, he was asleep and I seen that his window was wide-open upstairs. I started throwing rocks and clumps of mud into his window to wake him up.

Across the road is an old abandoned miners house that is rotting away. As I was throwing the rocks I heard some pounding noises like a nail being hammered into a board. The noises would do that a couple of times and then it would change into a much higher screeching noise, like pulling nails out of boards. They were coming directly from the old building.

I don’t know if something happened on this night in the past years of this building, but the ghosts were haunting it and I know for sure that they weren’t happy.

I can remember this as if it were just yesterday. My aunt and uncle called begging mom and dad to bring us boys and come spend the night with them. They lived up on West Fork of Harts Creek. They didn’t have any children and they said they really got lonely. Mom said on day that we would go spend the night. That night after dad got home from work mom packed up a bag and my uncle came to get us. Mom said sis probably wants me to clean her house.

We spent the evening just setting around talking and had a nice supper. When it came bed time they both insisted on us sleeping in their bed room and they would sleep in the living room. Mom pulled back the bed covers and put us boys in middle. She and dad turned off the lights and lay beside us. Just about the time we started to go to sleep we heard the closet door squeak and it flew open. We heard a scuffing sound like someone with house slippers was coming towards the bed. Then the corner of the bed at the bottom sank down. Dad jumped up and turned on the light. The closet door was wide open. He shut it and turned a big 3 inch wood lock on it. He lay back down turned off the light and all night long it kept doing the same thing. Morning came and we were all worn out. Mom said; don’t say a word about this to your aunt and uncle.

First thing they asked at breakfast was how did you sleep last night? Dad and mom both spoke up saying just fine. They insisted that we please spend one more night and that they would take us home the next day. When it came bed time again they insisted on us sleeping in that room again. Dad tied a string to the light and tied it to the bed post. He made sure the lock was locked and turned out the lights. All night long it did the same stuff. Just as soon as he pulled on the light the indention on the bed was gone and nothing could be seen.

Next morning same question was asked. This time mom just dropped her head on the table and said we are killed. We haven’t had a winks sleep in two nights. That’s all we wanted to hear they said. We cannot sleep in that room. There is a haunt in there… which is ghost. We just thought we were going crazy. Now we know it’s really haunted.

After mom calmed down from wanting to whip her sister, they got to talking about the room. My aunt and uncle started discussing stuff that was in the closet. Uncle had been in Siapan during the war. For a souvenir he had brought back a Japanese Sword and a belt and pair of Japanese shoes. The looked like flip flops. He had them in the smoke house but, had brought them in back in the spring because the smoke house was leaking really badly. Get them out of here today. She said bury them up on the hill. He said, “No I can’t.” He told us the story how he was in a man hole and he heard the enemy coming toward him. All the military were ordered to stay in their man holes and if they heard someone it was an enemy and to fire. He said the next morning he found the enemy dead he had shot him and killed him. He took his money and belt with bullet holes in it and the shoes and Japanese sword as a souvenir.

He took it, put in a box and buried it some where on the hill behind their house.

No one ever mentioned hearing anything else again. Poor ole uncle he was relieved but, then till the day he died he was scared of haunts.

I am 14 years old, this is a story that my brother told me, he is 27, and I am sure he would not lie about this. He delivers mine supplies for Belo Mine Supply in Belo, WV, which is close to Delbarton, Varney, and Ragland.

He was delivering mine supplies to Boone County one night, and he said he got lost, and he went down this old country back road, he was going to stop somewhere and try to get directions. He said he just kept going and going out this road, he saw a woman walking beside the road, and this was around 10:00 pm. She kept her back to him, until he pulled up beside her.

He rolled his window down to talk to her, she turned around towards him, and he said that her face had paintings and markings on it. He just slammed the gas pedal to the floor, and just kept going out that road and he came out somewhere in Boone County. I am sure he would not lie about this he was so scared.

It was a very boring night for me, my boyfriend, my two best friends and my niece. We were all sitting around my house with nothing to do, and some how got on the subject of ghosts.

My niece’s friend had relatives who lived on Wolf Pen Drive in Sissonville WV and had had many problems with the ghost of a small child. A mischievous little girl who locked and unlocked all the neighborhood cars was frequently spotted walking down the road, in early 1800’s dress.

I had heard similar stories from a friend who had lived in the area, she told of a large spooky Victorian house, that supposedly a little girl lived there and was run over by a wagon, her distraught parents never had any more children, and that the house was still standing. A graveyard was up above on a hill, and once while walking to school, a coffin had somehow washed up in the road!

Now hearing all this, we decided to find the house, go inside and check it out! We all headed up to the area, found this huge, creepy and once burned carcass of a house. My niece (this was her big idea, remember), chickened out and stayed in the car with another friend. My best friend, my boyfriend and I armed with one flashlight (no one was getting that away from me!) entered through the back into a kitchen area. There were signs of a fire and a box of fairly recent clothes on the floor. The floorboards were rotten, so very carefully we crept upstairs. All the while my friends were screaming at me because I was basically running with the flashlight (I am no chicken, but I wanted this over with ASAP!) We came to the main bedroom. Odd thing, still had gas lights? And no sign of electricity whatsoever.. weird! Anyway, the walls were painted blood red… and tons of Satanic graffiti. This was very, very creepy!

I think we all pretty much wanted to get out of there when we heard a very large thump downstairs! I don’t even remember running down those rotten stairs, but once outside we considered either going back in to investigate, or going to the cellar… then again… THUMP! We kinda gave up those ideas, real fast, returned to the car and drove back home sharing our adventure with the chickens in the car.

Later on, I talked to my friend who grew up in the area, and we came to find out that a small group of Satan worshiping people hung out in there. They even made the local news with animal sacrifices, and even went so far as to try to raise a friend killed recently from the dead. He had been killed during the Charleston Sternwheel Regatta after he fell through the Southside Bridge. This was one creepy place, and yes we heard and felt an odd presence… maybe just negative energy from those Satanists, but I have not been back, and have heard someone finally burned the place down, after a few unsuccessful attempts! I for one do not plan to ever go back to the area, but I also hear the graveyard on the hill is a nice spot for hauntings as well.

In the old house on Tuppers Creek road in Sissionsville, West Virginia deep in the holler where grandma raised her children, many unusual things occurred.

One story of unusual activity took place one brisk October morning while grandma and grandpa
were stacking firewood in the shed preparing for the coming winter, the winters could be brutal in 1920’s West Virginia, Grandma always made sure she had canned plenty of food for the winter as well. Grandpa was nearly done stacking the wood when suddenly they heard a loud disturbance in the house, rustling and what sounded like a mad dog growling and snarling and knocking over furniture.

The noise was so loud it could be heard clearly in the wood shed some twenty yards from the house. Fearing for the safety of my infant father who was sleeping in his crib, my grandpa grabbed a pitchfork and started running toward the house.

The noise seemed to get louder and the commotion more intense the closer grandpa got to the house. Not knowing what to expect grandpa finally reached the back porch and dashed up the steps and pushed open the door with the extended pitchfork… only to find complete silence?

Grandma soon reached the house as well and quickly went to the bedroom to find the baby sleeping peacefully in his crib, having never even been awakened by the commotion. Grandma and grandpa thoroughly searched the house but found nothing out of place not so much as a crooked picture on the wall, no evidence that anything or anybody had been in the house.

For grandma and grandpa it was just another unexplainable event at that old house way back in the holler, it wasn’t the first one and certainly would not be the last.