One of my cousins committed suicide in our family cemetery in October 1994. We of course were all in shock because she was always a happy, spunky kind of person with a bubbly, crazy sense of humor.

At this time, I was living in a new house in Albertville. One day soon after Carla's death, I was at home from work alone with a very bad sinus infection.

I had drifted off to a light sleep on the couch while watching television. The two lamps beside my couch were three-way touch lamps which you would touch instead of turning a knob to turn them on, dim and brighten them. I became alert when I could tell that my lamps were getting brighter, then dimmer, and then turning off. This kept on repeating itself, as if someone were there touching them.

Nothing was making contact with the lamps to make them do this. I felt that I had been visited by Carla. This was the first time.

The second time was one weekend when my mother came to this same residence to visit me for the weekend. Our goodbyes were always difficult because she was going back to her home in Jasper.

My daughter and I were out on my front breezeway saying goodbye to my mother after her stay with us, and my lead-crystal door shut behind us, like a gust of air from inside forced it shut. The door was not locked from inside, but when my daughter and I tried to open the door to go back inside, it would not open!

Even my mother tried to open it. She couldn't. I chastised my daughter for locking it by mistake, but she swore that she hadn't. The thing was, we could turn the knob completely, so the knob definitely was not locked. It was as if the dead-bolt was locked.

The only way it could be locked was if we'd locked it from outside with a key......or, if someone from inside had turned the latch. However, no one else was inside.....or were they?

The only thing we could do was force open the garage door enough for my daugther to squeeze under and go unlock and open the door. When she got to the door that would not open, she simply turned the knob with ease, and opened the door.

The look on her face was priceless. She said, "Mom, that door was NOT locked." At that time my child was 5 years old. She got really upset, as did my mother and myself. The first thing my mother said was, "It's Carla."

I had not told her about the other experience that I had. Nor, did I tell her that I felt that I had been visited by her.

My mother told me that the strangest thing had happened to her during her visit that weekend. My mother, who has always been known to be an insomniac, slept in my daughter's room. She is up at all hours of the night crunching ice, reading and watching television. She finally retired to my daughter's bedroom, and was lying in bed. The ceiling fan above the bed stopped, then started back again as if someone had turned it off and turned it back on. This happened about three or four times in a row, like someone was playing with the switch. She said she pulled the covers up over her head. She felt an eery presence in the room. Obviously, she did not feel that it was a power surge or anything like that!

Also, on many occasions, my daughter told me she saw a woman in her room and she would talk to her. I brushed it off as an imaginary friend, but then I recalled my own "imaginary" friend when I was a child.

I wondered just how imaginary this woman could be. I wondered if this presence of a woman my daughter saw and talked to could be responsible for all the strange noises and occurrences in the house. Including the time when I was in bed studying before final exams in college, and there was a loud "BOOM" from the living room, that sounded as if someone had dropped a pile of books from the ceiling. I jumped up to go investigate, thinking that my daughter was up (which was not like her), and maybe broke something or was even hurt.

When I got to the living room, there was nothing out of place, and my daughter was sleeping like a rock in her bed. I never knew what caused this noise.

You have the noises resulting from a house settling, and then you have your noises that just simply defy explanation. This noise, I would classify as being in the latter category.

Me and My Cuz

I have a cousin who lived in Sumiton with her mother and step dad who I experienced strange things with. We were really close about 10 years ago, and were with each other just about every day.

I had always thought she was a little off the wall, and didn't believe her stories about her house being haunted until I saw it myself. One day, we came in from eating out and there were tan handprints on the ceiling that led from the front door, throughout the house to the back door.

Things would be moved like car keys, eyeglasses, and her dental floss which she carried with her everywhere. During one "incident" we were looking for my cousin's eyeglasses. She had set them down on a heater in the living room; I made it a point to see where she put them down because she was always looking for them. I thought she was just forgetful. But, then I understood why! When we got ready to leave, she went to get her glasses, and they were gone! Nowhere to be found, anywhere!

We searched for the better part of an hour, and then we went back to the living room and just happened to look at the heater, and there they were. As if they'd never been moved at all. We were freaked out.

"You can only find truth with logic if you have already found truth without it." - G. K. Chesterfield

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