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The Poltergeist of Partridge Lane

(NOTE: The following tale occurred in 1990, in Albany, Georgia.)

I have always been fascinated with anything paranormal. My mother attributes this to experiences I've had since I was a small child. The first encounter with a ghostly presence was the poltergeist of 2804 Partridge Lane. When I was eight years old my parents, younger brother and I moved into a small duplex. It hadn't changed since it was built in the seventies (besides our little "friend" the most
interesting part of the place was that the kitchen wallpaper was the same as Mr. Roper's in Three's Company).

I would always hear our rocking chair in the attic and the sounds of children laughing but took it as my imagination until one horrifying night. It was around nine o'clock on a school night and I was lying in bed reading a book when my dad came in and said,"Lights out!" I put down the book and turned out my light on my dresser. I wasn't tired so I just laid there. I then heard the rocking chair going at a fast pace. I just laid there and listened.

Then the room got colder and colder. I pulled my covers up to my eyes and as I was about to throw the covers completely over my head they were pulled off of me and thrown to the other side of the room. I flipped over and something grabbed my ankle and started pulling me to the end of the bed. I started screaming and tearing at my bed. My dad, a military man, rushed in saw the position and state I was in and picked me up and took me into the living room and sat up with me until I fell asleep.

In the morning, I told my parents exactly what had happened and my dad was concerned, assuming I was starting to have night terrors. I tried to explain that something HAD grabbed me, and as I went to show where I was grabbed, my mother let out a terrible shriek. Around my little eight year old ankle were bruises made up of a persons fingerprints.

-Kelly-