The Ghost Party

Hello everyone,

I've been reading the stories at this page for a while now and finally got

up enough nerve to tell you about a few of mine. I live in a haunted house in

the South Side of Chicago. The house is about 110 years old and has been in

my family since it was built. Let me give you a bit of info on the layout, so

you can get a better idea of what I'm talking about.

The First floor was a neighborhood tavern and hall from about 1890 until

1945, The second floor is the apartment where My Great-grandparents lived.

The tavern still has the old Bar and most of the old fixtures intact.

Basically it's now become a place where me and my friends hang out have

parties etc. That's the first story. First of all we have multiple ghosts

that we know of; My Grandparents, Great-grandparents, Aunts, Cousins and a few

other assorted ones that we haven't figured out why they're here yet. any

way, on with the story, it seems (according to family tales) that the bar was

very active during the 20's, the prohibition years, seems the place never got

raided, and it also seems that the parties from then haven't stopped. Every

so often, if I'm falling asleep down here, I'll begin to hear laughter, music,

the sounds of glasses and bottles being moved and used, things like that, Some

friends of mine have even reported having seen a party going on reflected in

the mirrored part of the back bar, all in the clothes of the 20's and 30's. It

seems these spirits even party with us at times, me and a lot of my friends

like the music of that time period, and there have been sightings of couples

on the dance floor. Pictures seem to smile back at people, and voices and

cold spots are common. Plus the first floor kitchen (the one that used to

serve the hall) never gets warm, It will be ninety degrees outside, but about

forty in there. Not only that, but it seems that people that have gotten

under the "family's' skin find it hard to enter the house again, much less

stay there. the funny thing is, since I'm told I'm an exact likeness of My

Grandfather I keep getting asked why I was standing in a spot and watching

that person, Usually when this happens, I'm upstairs or even outside, I guess

its just my grandfather playing tricks...

Well, this tale has gone on long enough, I'd be happy to share more of the

stories with you so, Please E-mail me at Balior@aol.com if you want to hear

more.

Thanks for listening.