There has also been a nun that walks thruogh there.My aunt went to see it one night but didn’t.

i messed up.and didn’t see the nun.

sounds real

The Strawberry Hill musuem and adjacent orphanage is a past hangout in the 1950’s for the late King Fahd of Saudi Arabia( and who was a prince at this time and according to one rumor did move him up the line to become king) and to this date is a continued source of friction with the different tribes that have a marriage contract with the late king while he was alive and including non-members of the late kings family wishing for their own Saudi kingdom real or not real.

The legend of the Strawberry Hill museum involves a “lady in red” who walks the museum in search of the priest. This museumm used to be a nunnery, then an orphanage during the early 1900s when the influenza epidemic killed many parents and left countless children orphans. It has been renovated into a beautiful museum but it does come with “guests”. I have a friend who is a tour guide there and she refuses to be in the house by herself. There are lights that go on when the house is empty; she has hear gregorian chanting from the nun cells; the upstairs ballroom has not been finished but someone on a tour saw the floating form of the former owner behind one of the dark attic doors. Creepy but truly a beautifully restored home.

Why on earth would a prince of Saudi Arabia hangout with nuns and orphans? This just has to be true, as most would-be kings just love to hang out with a bunch of celibate women and rowdy kids, certainly because Arabian men, especially of royalty, are known to be such family men, in the 50’s…

I went to this museum with my dad, my sister, and grandpa a few years ago and when we walked by a wall of pictures, several of them crashed to the ground. I remember this because we got yelled at by my grandpa for knocking them down, but we didn’t. They were too high up on the wall for us to have done that, but didn’t think anything of it at the time. Now I wonder if it wasn’t some spirit that did it. No one else was around. Spooky.

If it’s the same one I’m thinking of, I tried to go there some years ago. We got there maybe ten minutes before closing time and nobody was there and the second time I tried to find it with my sister and her friend, I missed the exit twice and gave up.

My mom grew up on Strawberry Hill and I lived there for a little while. We lived pretty close to the Cemetary. My mom’s half brother moved into one of the old fashioned houses on Strawberry Hill and it was suer close to the cemetary! I pent the night at his Old fashioned house and we went on a walk. We passed by the cemetary and he told me that millions of Indians were burried there. I was like, “Cool… I’ll bet it’s haunted! Let’s go walk through it!” So we did. I didn’t see any soldiers or anything but for a second I could of sweared I saw a sort of glowing figure! I looked at it for a second and the next thing I knew… my Uncle started to walk off without me. I ran towards him but I didn’t say a word about what I saw. I wanted out of the cemetary because I knew that we were tresspassing. I didn’t wanna upset the spirits so I told my uncle that I wanted to leave… NOW! Oh ya and another creepy thing is that on that same night… when my uncle went to bed… I stayed up all night watching T.V. I had to use the rest room so I went upstairs. When I finished my buisness I started to walk down the stair case. All of a sudden I heard a whispery voice. I knew it wasn’t my uncle because he was out cold. The whispering was coming from downstaris. I started freaking out! I ran downstairs and made my self fall asleep. I was freaked! When I woke up my dad came to pick me up. I was so friggin happy to be outta that place! O_o

The most Scaryest Night
One morning i was brushing my teeth and then i walked into the bath tube(to take a shower)and i saw a bird that wad dead!!!!!At frist i was thinking that it was my cat that killed it…but then i went to my bed room to get my clean cloths and my cats head was on the grownd and my bf was on the grownd dead…..a year later on the axact same day september 11 some one showed up at my door and the went in my house with out me letting her in and i didnt even know her so i got out of my house and ran into my next door nebers house and i told them what was going on. At frist they thought i was crazy but then my next doors neders mom came down so i told her she didnt think i was crazy becuse and september 11 a family moved out from that house i started to get shaky then i look out the window and a girl was staring in it ….turn out that a family used to live at my house and they were the moset meanest peopole on the earth the little girl was hanged because her parenst didnt like her the mom would just walk in to other peoples houses and would kill every thing that was livving there was no dad after the mom killed him!But the dad had a heart as good as gold thats all i have to say bye

whatever! lilly and poop ur story is so friggin fake! if ur bf was dead u would have in tears and u probably would called the cops! quit with ur dumb faking! no one is buyin’ it!!! there is no such thing as ghosts in the area that u probably live in! only in the cemetary!