The Ministers Pasonage

My father was a minister in Montana. He lived in a large old parsonage. 

I stayed there for a while after my divorce with my two year old daughter. As soon as we moved in things began to happen. One night around 1 am we were all awoken by a large explosion like noise in the upstairs hallway. It was very loud and shook the whole house. 

My parents tried to tell me the loud noise was caused by the extreme cold in Montana. At Christmas time the branches on the Christmas tree moved as though there was some sort of air current in the room, although there wasn't. One night in her sleep, my daughter opened the upstairs bedroom window, knocked out the screen, and tried to crawl out on the porch roof. After we had moved out my mother began finding pieces of a picture frame around the house. 

The pieces appeared one by one a week or more apart in various places in the house. It had been a white glass frame and as my mother found the pieces she saved them and tried to piece them together. I took a job in another town and worked with a girl who had been to married to one of the former minister's sons who had lived in this same house. 

We were talking at lunch one day and I told her I thought my parents lived in a haunted house. She then told me this tale: Her husband had told her that while his family had lived in this parsonage, his father had murdered a little girl who was visiting them. He claimed they had been doing construction on the house and there was scaffolding on one side of the house. 

He said his father had pushed the little girl out an upstairs windows and she had landed on the scaffolding and the fall had killed her. I told this story to my mother. 

She investigated the best she could in a small Montana town. She discovered that at the time this minister had lived in the parsonage there was indeed a little girl who had died in the house. The death certificate claimed she had died of pneumonia. At the time of the little girl's death they were indeed doing construction on the house and there had been scaffolding on one side of it. My father retired and my parents moved to another state. 

My mother never found all the pieces to the picture frame before she moved.

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