I grew up in a small town named New Baden, IL. As a youngster me and my 2 sisters would always hear things, have strange feelings, and even at times feel touches from unseen hands. We would always tell our parents about the things going on, we were told we were silly, etc.... that is until one day when we were at our parents best friends home having a cook out. My dad sent his friends wife up to our house to get more food to grill. She went inside, walked through the livingroom, through the kitchen, and into the back bedroom where the deep freeze was located. That room is also where the door to the upstairs steps was as well. She opened the lid to the freezer and proceeded to look through the foods inside. She then said she heard what sounded as "A HERD OF ELEPHANTS" coming down the upstairs steps. She couldnt believe what she was hearing, she grabbed the meat she wanted, and took off out of there! When she returned and told us what hand happened, she then said I will NEVER go back in there ALONE ever again!. Me and my sisters told our dad, "see, we told you." He still refused to believe us, and just laughed at us. That is until years later when us girls were all grown and gone. Dad finally came to us and said that he believed us. He started telling us about how at night he would hear footsteps in the upstairs rooms. And recently he and his new wife have come to tell us that the ghost is still there even after tearing the old house down and bringing in a new doublewide maunfactured home. It seems that the ghost is having a good time lately. My step mom had been having trouble sleeping and got out of bed to go into the livingroom to lay on the couch. She said that she had thought maybe my dad had gotten up, because she had felt someone playing with her hair. She opened her eyes and there was noone there. She dismissed it as imagination. She laid there a little longer and the covers she was under was pulled on. Then all of a sudden she felt someone pulling on her toes! She said that was enouh for her, she got up and ran back to bed!  I guess Oscar" ( what we named him) is still there. I have numerous other stories about the house if you would like to hear about more of them you can contact me through my iamhaunted page. Thanks for reading my story.

Bridget

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This is just a little info on the picture Im using as the background on my page. Back in my high school days we called this vacant mansion Copples Mansion. I cant tell you why, but thats the only home on that road and the name of the road is Copple Rd. Anyway, back when I was 19 me and my now husband and another friend decided we were brave enough to take a look inside. There was no power in the home so we had to take a flash light. The windows on the bottom floor were missing the glass and someone had nailed up very thin plywood. We loosened an edge to climb through to get in the house. As we proceeded to look around we came to a door that led to the basement. The door knob was wired to a nail as if to keep the door from being opened. As we stood there looking at the door knob it started to turn and the door was pushing as if someone were on the other side trying to come out of the basement. Well needless to say we all took off running for the car. The first person to go out the window had completely kicked the wood off the window and it laid on the floor of the porch as me and my husband climbed through. We didnt touch it we just ran! We got in the car and turned the car around to leave as we did the headlights from the car shone up on the porch of the house and the wood was back up on the house! A few nights later we decided that we wanted to put a tape recorder in the house on the steps leading to the upstairs. (I wouldnt go in the driveway much less in that house again.) I waited out on the road. After retrieving the recorder when it had finished, we listened to the tape. At the beginning you hear us leaving and driving off, then mostly you hear the oil rigs pumping in the fields, a train goes by, then all of a sudden you hear sounds of something like maybe a rocking chair or a walker on the hardwood floors. A few times you hear what sounds to us like someone tapping on the recorder as if it doesnt know what it is. Then everything goes completely quiet and all you hear is the sound of a door slam shut. It was so loud it seemed to echo through out the house. Then nothing no rocking sound no tapping sounds just the oil rigs pumping oil. Let me tell you when that door slammed it scared the H*** out of us as we had the recorder turned up all the way, because we wanted to make sure we didnt miss even the quietest sound. The tape is long gone as I loaned it out to a friend and that was the last I saw of it.

The house over the years has been through several people who tried remodeling. But for some reason it never gets done and its up for sale again. One couple even set up a mobile home on the property to live in while fixing the old home, but before long they were gone as well.

Last winter around october or so my daughter had mentioned a "haunted House" she had heard about when she told me about I told her the stories I had about the place. We went out there and there was a for sale sign up again. I called about it, and asked if they had any info about the house. The stories you grew up with usually arent true, but he told me it was an old plantation and when his daughter bought it, it still had the manicles in the basement walls from where they chained the slaves. The reason she was selling was because she just didnt have the time to work on it, and with the vandels out there messing up the work she did do it just wasnt worth it. Yeah I bet it was vandels....... I know what I saw back in 1986, and there were other friends that have their own stories about the place.  Vandels my eye!!!!

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