Hey, Folks!
Well, here it is: my life story. I was born in Coshocton, Ohio, Sept. 8, 1971, to Dave & Jan Rose Wolfe. My dad at the time was a manger at a shoe store, and mom worked at a sewing factory. My mom and dad got a divorce when I was 3 or 4. I don’t remember it much; I was very young. But I do have some fond memories around the holidays, which were and still are my favorite times. I remember when we used to go over to my grandmother’s house every Christmas Eve, and all the family was there. We’d gather around the fire place and tell stories, and we kids would play and exchange gifts. It was an awesome time and I still cherish it. Funny thing: even after my dad and mom got a divorce, my mom would still come over there for the holidays.

We (Mom and I) lived on a place call Chestnut Hill in a very old house. This was where my first encounter of ghosts came in. Strange thing about this house: nothing happened until the divorce. That’s when strange things happened. Every night my bed would shake, and when I’d scream, Mom would come in. Then it would stop, but when she left, it would start up again. Now keep in mind, there was no train nearby at all, no factory, only cars going by.

One particular night I was sleeping poorly, and when I turned over, there beside my bed was a apparition or person, or call it what you will, standing there. It looked like the death angel himself!!!! When I called for Mom she came in and walked right through him. She couldn’t see him, but I sure the heck could! It stood beside my bed for 4 nights. On the 4th night I said, “You can stand here, but I’m going to sleep in the bathroom.” It had a night light. After that the apparition was gone never to be seen again. Strangely my dad later said that he had seen the same thing at the same age in a different house. We wondered if it’s a family ghost or curse (which I call it).