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The LaFollette House

imaginaryrose Submitted:

My family and I own a historic home in LaFollette, Tennessee called Glen Oaks, or as it’s more common name, The Lafollette House. The house was built in 1895 by the founder of the town, and is basically a mansion. My mother grew up around LaFollette and always admired the house she nicknamed ‘The Dollhouse’. When I was in elementary school my parents bought the very run down mansion as a summer home they were intending on refurbishing and would eventually move into full time.

Back in 1895, it wasn’t too strange for each member of the family to have their own room, including the husband and wife. My room was Catherine’s. Catherine LaFollette married Harvey LaFollette, a rich miner, and moved to Tennessee when she was very young. She was very much a city girl, and the rumor is she hated living in the middle of nowhere with no good gossip or social life. To say she wasn’t a nice, happy lady would be a huge understatement.

Fast forward to the summers where I would spend three months in her room. I had originally picked it because of the view, but I would soon regret this decision. I began feeling unexplainable cold chills and the terrifying feeling of waking up in the middle of the night, convinced someone was staring at me when no one was in the room & the door locked shut. I heard whispers, but never loud enough to clearly understand them. My siblings complained of hearing me pace in my room in the middle of the night, when I had been fast asleep or sleeping over at my cousin’s house.

One weekend towards the tail end of summer, my family took a trip to the Smoky Mountains. Three days later we returned to the house, and I went up to my room, closed the door, and began unpacking my suitcase. There is an old wooden chair that sits by the window in the corner. All of a sudden, I hear the chair being dragged across the floor. Expecting one of my siblings to be doing it, I turn around to make them stop just in time to see the chair slam into the wall with enough force to fall over onto the ground. No one was there.

I was terrified, and couldn’t move or speak. I stared at the chair, trying to understand what I just witnessed and the control to make myself run out of the room, when a freezing coldness rushed up onto my back and across my right shoulder. To this day I can still hear a furious lady’s voice hissing in my ear, “I thought you left.”

 

Fuck Yeah Moderator Gracie: 7/10 Dang glad the chair didn’t hit you or break into pieces. Man she was not happy you came back. Thanks for the chills and scares!

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