Our Current Haunted Home

With the experiences in our first home, you'd think we'd been a little more cautious about purchasing and moving into another home without checking into the history of it....or the history of the land.....but.....perhaps we were naive, perhaps just desperate to get out of that dreadful first house....either way, somehow, someway.....we unknowingly moved into none other than.....yes.....another pre-occupied home. More active than the first home? Without a doubt! But this house, as you will read, was different.....not as bad as the first.....but still haunted!

Our ghostly experiences in this home began right away. My first personal experience came one afternoon while moving in to the house. My husband was at work, I was home alone. I was in the master bedroom moving a dresser from one side of the room to the other. I was standing in back of the dresser pulling it to a wall. I was facing the door way and I suddenly saw a young man (in his teens) with blond curly hair and a red shirt, walk out of the adjoining bedroom and down the hall. I find it hard to describe what I felt at that moment, because I'd never really seen a ghost before. I'd had plenty of experiences with sounds and other activity, but nothing ever visible before. All I can tell you is, I knew, somehow, this was not a person walking down my hall, it's movement was different, there was no real movement other than it passing by, there were no arms swinging, it was very still and staring straight ahead, as if to just float right by.

Slowly but surely the activity increased with each and every day that passed. I was becoming more aware that our home was already occupied when we purchased it, but it took well over sixteen years to prove it. There were times when I felt that the experiences were occurring to such an extreme that it would be useless to try and tell anyone about them, because they wouldn't believe me....I could hardly believe it myself.

Every time I went into the bathroom in the master bedroom, I could hear what sounded like a static sound coming from a radio, from the closet. I could hear voice sounds, but it sounded like a radio that wasn't quite on the station. There was a lot of interference, I could never make out what was being said. One day while standing in front of this closet I felt like something came up behind me and suddenly it was as though this invisible force had sucked all of the air right out of the room. Then while John was working late and I was home alone, I was taking a shower and something shouted in my face "Hello". I didn't only hear this muffled voice shout at me, but I actually felt the pressure of the breath in my face. I jumped out of the shower and immediately ran to the phone to call my sister Toni. While dialing her number, I started hearing tapping on the wall next me. It was an impatient, almost "what do you think you're doing?" type of. As soon as Toni picked up on the line, the tapping seized.

Sometimes (no matter what time of day it was) I would be in the bathroom, getting dressed, putting on make-up or doing my hair and I would hear what sounded like a man clearing his throat. Either this person (ghost) wanted me to hurry up, or just acknowledge that he was there, watching me.....who knows.

Every morning when I would leave to go to work, I would go into garage where we kept our car. I would always hear sounds of someone walking around in the attic. It sounded like someone wearing wooden shoes. Well, around a year later we got a call from the previous owners and they told us they had left a trunk in the attic with dolls. They wondered if they could come pick the trunk up. Well, when they came by, they got the trunk and some baby furniture that was up there and the lady opened the trunk of dolls and began telling me how these things had belonged to her daughter and how they had sentimental value. So, I figured her daughter was off at college or something, but when I asked her about her daughter, she explained to me that while they lived in our home, her daughter was very young and died in a tragic accident. After they took the trunk with their little girl's things, we never heard the sounds of walking in the attic again, nor did we hear the sounds of a radio coming from our bathroom closet again.

There were many sleepless nights and nights that John had to work late that I found myself terrified to be in my own home alone. It was as though what ever was in our home was feeding on my fear and doing everything in its power to continue this feeding frenzy.

While in the bedroom folding towels one afternoon, I began hearing a hideous sound coming from the hall. It sounded a lot like a Halloween ghost decoration we had that makes a strange booing sound when it's motion sensor goes off. So I yelled out to my husband that the joke was not funny....well it kept making that sound, so I got mad and decided to go give my husband a piece of my mind for trying to scare me. When I walked out of the bedroom the sound stopped. I looked around, but my husband wasn't anywhere in the house. I found him in the back yard watering our orange tree...so I knew it wasn't him. I decided to look for the Halloween ghost decoration and I found it alright, in the hall closet, tucked away in a box and with no batteries inside...so what ever was making that strange sound, wasn't "that" little ghost!