Living on Elm Street: All You Need to Know About Ghosts

By Shelia Willis

Shelia Willis has had paranormal experiences her entire life.

In Living on Elm Street, she shares her incredible encounters as well as what it was like being born and growing up with cerebral palsy and dyslexia.

She also looks back at painful experiences, such as being molested. As a little girl, her parents did not believe her when she told them that after waking up, she saw the head of a male figure with dark red eyes and two horns coming out of its forehead. Later, she realized she had seen the face of the devil himself.

There were other times when she heard someone typing only to find no one at the typewriter. It became so commonplace that she eventually simply ignored it.

Join the author as she shares what it has been like living a life filled with supernatural encounters and how she’s overcome numerous obstacles with the help of God.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Mar 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665703444

Shelia Willis

Shelia Willis was born into a poor family and was so crippled she could not roll over until she was four and could not walk until she was five. She’s lived as a haunted person for many years but has always endured with the help of God.

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CHAPTER 1

My Father’s Bio

M y father’s name was Herbert Thomas. He was born on November 14 th , 1916 in Bland Virginia. He was the oldest of five children. His father’s name was Frank Thomas and Frank was a full blooded Cherokee Indian.

My father’s mother’s name was Anna Thompson. She was also a Cherokee Indian as well as a God fearing woman. Anna loved her children deeply, was a great wife and mother, and let me tell you, she loved the Lord with all of her heart! She was one of those people that lived, walked, talked, and breathed the Christian way of life. To the best of her abilities, she made sure her family did not stray far from God. My grandmother would not allow anything in her home or on her land that was not of God. However, she could see things that those around her could not see.

Anna would say strange things. Things like Did you see that? and my father would say What? Another time she said Did you see that dish towel fly across the room? Someone is going to pass away in the family. My father said she was right every time.

Sadly, Anna became very ill with cancer and passed away. Before her passing, my father would sit by her bedside and read to her from the Bible. He read it to her from beginning to end, front to back, many times. She always knew if he made a mistake or misspoke. He stayed by her bed day and night until she passed. He loved her so. Sometime later, my grandfather remarried and moved to California. I did not meet him until I was five years old.

My father left West Virginia after his mother passed away and decided to enlist in the Army. He had a year before he was to leave with the Army, so he decided to hobo around the country for a while. He really enjoyed that. Laughing, he would say he was riding the rail to freedom. After that year of traveling, he left with the Army where he would remain for nine years.

In the early 1940’s he met and married a woman and they had a daughter named Sandy. Like so many marriages at that time, it didn’t last. It was a hard time for our country and for mankind. It was during World War II after all and they say it was hard for a woman to wait on her husband at that time in her life. When he came home on leave, he caught her with another man. Needless to say, they divorced. She told him that Sandy was not his daughter and that he would never see her again. That broke his heart and he never quite recovered from that heartbreak. He loved Sandy so much and she refused to let him see her. Every time he tried to make contact or tried to see Sandy the mother would call the police. Back then things were very different. If a woman said you were not the father of her child, then you had no rights to that child. Reluctantly accepting that he may never see Sandy again, he carried a picture of her in his wallet until the day he passed away in 1986.

In 1954 he met my mother, Viola Baker. They married and had three children together. The first born was my oldest brother Carl Thomas who was born in 1955. Then came my second oldest brother, Danny Thomas in 1956. Finally, in 1959 they had me. A bouncing baby girl. My father was a very gentle man. He was strong, caring, and loved all his children deeply. There were many times that I would catch him looking at Sandy’s picture and he would be crying. Times that he thought he was alone. We all knew Sandy was his daughter. She looked just like him!

My Mother’s Bio

My mother, Viola Baker Thomas, was born on August 20th 1925. She was half Irish, half Scottish, and 100% spitfire! She was fearless, smart, strong, and loving. She knew no boundaries and had no filter. She did not believe in sugar coating anything that needed to be said and she would not beat around the bush. She would call it like she seen it and her eyes were wide open.

My mother had 13 brothers and sisters. However, it was not meant for all of them to live. My grandmother, Maud Baker, and my grandfather, Henry Baker, had three sets of twins that died of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. She also had one son that passed away at the age of three. I am not certain of what happened to him. Only seven of her children survived.

When I hear someone blaming their parents for how things have turned out it makes me angry! We can GROW UP and GET OVER IT. They go around saying their parents drank, did drugs, and whatever else they did and that is why they are screwed up. Yeah right! You are the way you are because that is the way you chose to be. If not, you would change it. Also, these women killing their children and having the audacity to say it is because of their upbringing …! I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you are ALIVE! Your parents did not murder you!