*Ol'Doc Littles Pond*
I was about 8 years old, a middle child of four, two
brothers and one sister.
My father was a butcher at a local meat plant, but an avid
fisherman and hunter back in those days.
My father always spoke of a farm pond about 40 miles outside
of the city limits, close to a little town where he had
grown up as a kid.
My oldest brother went to the pond a few times with my dad,
and always came back with a scary story about Doc Littels Pond. One weekend, for
no particular reason, my whole
family decided to take an overnight fishing trip and camp
out to Doc Littles pond. I was excited, I wanted so bad to investigate the
stories my brother shared with me about the pond, and the
old farm house that was a about a hundred feet from the
Shortly after we arrived, the first place all of us
ran to was the old house, I stopped to stare at it about
ten feet away from it. It was, gutted out and dangerous
looking. The house was a two story house, but the back half
of the top floor was missing. I seen the cow tracks leading
to the house. As I watched the rest of my brothers and
sisters stop on the front porch, I ran up to join them.
I remember it like it was yesterday, the cold eerie feeling
I got when I reached that front step.
We all just got close together, as we proceeded to walk in
the house. There were no doors or windows, there was
nothing in the house at all. The first thing I seen when we
entered was the stair case, leading up to the second floor.
My siblings began to run about the house, but I was drawn
to the stairs, I finally got the nerve to go up them, as I
was going towards the top I heard whispers, and a lot of them!
Then I began to hear a faint sound, it was music, now that
I am older, I would place the music to the 1940's Big Band.
I continued to go up the stairs, in the
meantime hushing my sister and brother, so I could hear.
As I reached the top of the stairs, the music got louder,
and I could hear dishes clanking, like it was dinner time,
and like a large group of people were using forks, knives,
spoons and tea cups. It was getting louder with ever step I
took. I yelled for my sibling to come up and listen, then I
realized they had ran out of the house already. I heard my
sister scream, I looked down, on to the front porch, she
had fell through the old wood planks on the porch. I didn't
run down like I should have, I just kept looking upstairs,
and listening to the party going on. The whispers became
clearer, I could hear voices, I swear they were saying my
name. I finally took a few more steps off that top stair, I
looked into the room that was to my left, and I seen three
women, and two very distinguished men, having tea, and
laughing. One woman turn to look at me, and then I heard a
loud smash, like a giant glass plate had been dropped on
the floor, as I looked to see what it was, a man started to
approach me, shaking his finger, and saying "go away little girl!"
I turned around and ran down the stairs as fast as I
could. I probably jumped half of them, as I got to the
porch, I seen my siblings getting my sister out of the
fallen porch, she was okay, just a minor cut on her thigh.
I ran all the way back to camp, and told my parents, they
laughed. When my sibling arrived, I asked them why they
left me in there alone, and they told me a man in a tuxedo
jumped out from a wall, and had his hand raised to them,
like he was going to hit or spank them.
We didn't return to that house at all the rest of the fishing
trip. My mom and dad walked to it, they found nothing but some cow
patties and an old tea spoon in the front porch where my
sister had fell.
Ol' doc Littles pond is dried up now, and the house burnt down
in the early 1990's.
I dont recommend crashing ghost parties to anyone,
especially at Ol'Doc Littles Pond.
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