Being a very spiritual and religious person, I always attend church on a regular basis. My church is a large, constantly being renovated Baptist Church, that sits just down the way from a Catholic church. I would love to give the name, but I fear that this story might cause mixed feelings about the place, and wouldn't want to encourage ghost hunters nor discourage any potential breathren from attending. Well, when the church was new, back in the Seventies, it is told that an old homeless man snuck himself into the boiler room of the church. As the story goes, he was discovered by a genteel patron, and given food to eat. The next night, his body was found in the boiler room, and the person who found him was not sure if he was dead or alive. After rushing upstairs to call 911, he returned to the boiler room, and the man was not there!
Ever since this, many people have heard strange noises coming from the boiler room which sounded like bumping, banging, scratching, and even foot steps. Very, very rarely, during a meeting, one would hear eerie harmonica music floating through the vents. This entity had come to be known as "Thumpy" because of the noises he made. Usually, he was a very friendly spirit, who seemed to love the Lord as much as anyone did.
Until, one day, a personal friend of my parents had fallen on hard times. As he worked for the church, the pastoral staff decided to give him a home in the basement of the church, right next to the boiler room, so that he would stay warm in the winter. One night, not long after moving in, the man claimed that the room had gone cold. (As he was by himself, there is no one to prove nor disprove this statement.) So, he decided to go into the boiler room to make sure it was working. Upon entering the room, he felt an even bigger chill, and as he inspected the boiler, he heard strange stratching noises. Suddenly, the heavy metal door slammed behind him, and he rushed to it. Pushing heavily on it, he claimed that it felt as though it had been vaccuum sealed, and that elephants were holding it closed. He fell to his knees, withdrew his cross, and began to rub it and pray. Within 30 seconds, the door opened with a woosh, and the room was warm again.
Since that day, Thumpy has quieted down, but whenever I walk into the basement alone, I get chills up and down my spine, and I must run through it.
Note from submitter: As to my knowledge, both stories are true. The White Lady's Castle is in the history books, as is the birth and death certificate of the daughter, the report Eelissa made about her husband, and the notice of arson on her property. Credit these stories to Dark Trista, and feel free to give my email address out.
Submitted by: Dark Trista