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Here for your review, is the winning submission for the second monthly GhostStudy.com contest, on the topic of "Tell us about your haunting!" by JennyGirl...
This whole thing started over 10 years ago, when we moved into our "new" (old) home. We had purchased the property from my father-in-laws friends George and David.....We payed a decent price for a small rental and a medium sized house. 3 regular size bedrooms, a living room, dining room, and kitchen area, and one very small bathroom. We were also in the process of renovating the house because that is where we were going to reside and start our family. My husband is a contractor, so he got straight to work re-modeling our "new" home, I sat back and unpacked, because I was three months pregnant with our first child, at the time. We knew when we purchased the properties, which are parallel to one another, from the state route side, that the "house" had been a trailer that had been put there in the 1940's, and then added onto in the late 60's, early 70's. But that was all the history of the house that I knew of, besides that a lady named Mary White had just previously rented the house and was wanted for check fraud.
My first over all feeling of the house was that it was dark...a little unnerving...but bearable...but my husband said he would "lighten it up" when he started knocking down walls and remodeling. We took down the wall that separated the living room from the dining room, put up an archway, opened up the wall to the kitchen, which is up-raised from the rest of the house....I should mention we have no concrete slab upon which our house was built, it was simply put on mason block, no vapor barrier etc or anything underneath it, just plain dirt...so we have this smell of mold, that never seems to go away, there is only about a 2 1/2 - 3 foot crawl space under the whole home, which is accessible thru a trap door in front of our bathroom, or by entering from outside thru a small door under the kitchen.
Strange things started happening shortly after we started remodeling....we would go to sleep and I would wake up and the dining room lights would be on. My husband, being a contractor and a skeptic, thought it was just something wrong with the wiring, and we would get it all fixed within time. My father had just recently passed away and I took it as a sign that he was around. So I was not to frightened by the incidences.
Our house faces State Route 17K in the village of Montgomery, NY. The back side of our house faces the old railroad tracks (still used to bring lumber thru to the mill etc) and farmland that has been owned by a local family for generations. When you look out my kitchen or dining room window, you can see the old remains of what I was told was a "milking station" for cows by one neighbor. But once I started getting creepier and creepier feelings about the place....I started asking more and more about the property and the surrounding area. One neighbor said that the building had been a slaughter house, another said kids used to hold seances in their in the seventies....either way the darn building is creepy to look at and creepy to go into.
So this all started way back in 1994, in the summer of 1995 our first child and daughter was born. Renovations to our home came to a sudden stop because of the presence of our newborn, we never wanted to wake her up, or expose her to anything bad, so things just kind of came to a halt. When my daughter was about three months old, I used to awaken to what I thought where whispers telling me to check on my daughter....I can honestly tell you that I thought it was just my motherly instinct and I was just hearing myself "thinking out loud". I never thought twice about it. The lights in the house continued to play their little tricks, but again, I just chalked it up to the fact that it was my father's way of letting me know he was around. Once in awhile, the microwave would come on by itself, or the coffee pot would be brewing when I got up in the morning (NO it didn't have a self-timer) again, I'm open to the possibility that there is another dimension of existence that we cannot even begin to fathom, so I wasn't ruling anything out. Besides, it was a way to still feel connected to my father and watched over by an angel, so to speak.
Fast forward seven months, my husband took a job that would take him out of state, to Massachusetts. He would only be home two weekends out of the month, but the money was to good to pass up, so even though I was now pregnant with our second child and still working myself at the hospital, he moved to Massachusetts, leaving me at home, alone, with our seven month old daughter and our dog Binki.
Needless to say, working at the hospital, being pregnant, and having a seven month old child takes its toll on one, especially when one is working from 8-4 one day and 7-11 the next, with only Fridays and Sundays off.
Then strange things started happening....my dog would wake me up barking in the middle of the night, she'd be sitting outside my daughters room, barking her little, growling warning bark....and I would go in to find the light on. The first time, I thought, I must have been so tired I forgot to shut the light off before I went to bed....but the second time it happened I knew something else was playing around. One night I woke up to Binki barking up a storm, the hair on the back of her body standing straight up and pointing at my daughters room.....where once again the light was on. I quickly ran in and grabbed my daughter from the room, grabbed the dog and barricaded myself in my bedroom, saying the Lord's Prayer many a time.....until the morning light came. It was one of the creepiest moments I have had in the house. After that incident, I moved my daughter's crib etc. into my room and she slept beside me every night from thereafter.....I never mentioned any of this weirdness to my husband, because I thought he would just make fun of me. Until one night....
....I suppose I felt "my room" was a "safe room" so at night I wasn't so frightened to be alone if I was in my room before midnight. I am by no means a sissy girl and pride myself on being able to take care of myself without the help of others, that includes not being afraid to be home alone without my husband....our daughter lay sleeping in her crib, not three feet from me, while I lay propped up on my bed reading a book...all was quiet and felt peaceful....all of a sudden it felt as if a mouse or a rat ran up under the sheets straight to the headboard and then stopped. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest....I looked and saw nothing on the bed....it being a water bed, I calmed myself down by telling myself it was just an air bubble or something....but I'm telling you...something or someone was "playing with me" that night. Then the phone rang.....it was my husband calling from Massachusetts, I told him what had happened and how some other crazy things had been going on, and of course, he told me I was just being silly, when all of a sudden the phone line went dead and the power went out. By the time I fumbled for my flashlight, the lights had come back on and I was already dialing my husbands number.....I told him I definitely thought something was messing around and was letting me know it was here...and that I was scared enough to actually call a friend up and have him come over and spend the rest of the night with us. So, I called Randy, he came over and can you believe it, of course, not one single thing happened while Randy was here....but he said it felt eerie sleeping on the couch, that it felt like something was watching him all night.
Strange things continued to happen, but I just tried to show whatever entity was here that I meant no disrespect and could we please just live in peace with one another.....again, my husband thought I was nutz. I was starting to think I was nutz!
Fast forward to June of 1998, my son was nearly 2 years old, my daughter almost three.....by then I had moved the kids into the bigger room, two rooms away from mine, which sits right next to the bathroom, NOT the room where the dog had barked incessantly. One night, while my daughter was potty training she was returning to her room after a successful try at the loo, when she froze in front of me paralyzed with fear.....staring at the door.....I was so upset with her, I couldn't see anything in the direction she was looking at, but I knew she was seeing something......I shook her gently and asked her what was wrong, for hunna to please talk to momma and tell me what was wrong....her little eyes never left the window of the door as she softly whispered to me...."Momma, there's a black lady with glasses and a broken neck standing at our door"....I said "WHAT?!" she said "Yeah, and she's scaring me momma! her head is like this!! as she mimicked her neck all cranked to one side....I picked her up and ran into her room with her......I started saying the lords prayer and asking that my father please, please, please, come and make these terrible things go away.........I stayed all night in that room with them..........the next day, all seemed fine.
That next night, when my husband called, I told him about what happened and while I was talking to him on the phone, the VCR, which was not even turned on, popped in a tape by itself, the TV came on, to a fuzzy channel with staticy noise, then the tape popped back out again and the TV went to a regular channel before shutting off. I told my husband what happened and just then the phone line went dead again. I desperately tried to call him back, after my third try I go back thru to him and told him I was going to spend the night at my mother's or Randy's house. That I was just too scared to spend the remainder of the night here. Something was mad that I was here and I wasn't going to fish it off anymore.
About a week passed without incident, when my daughter got up to go potty by herself one night, and started screaming out in the dining living room area.....she was once again, her eyes frozen wide with fear, staring at the door, saying that "the lady with the broken neck was back and she was scaring her".....I finally had it and grabbed my daughter, marched into her room and said out loud " THAT is IT!! I have HAD IT!! We have meant you no harm, we have tried to co-exist with you to no avail....but now you have taken to spooking my daughter and I WILL NOT HAVE IT!! DO YOU HEAR ME??? I WILL NOT HAVE YOU SCARRING MY CHILDREN LIKE THIS!!!! If it's help you need, then I say go to the light, cross over, go home, you are dead, you are no longer needed here, leave this house and begone, never to return....please allow yourself to cross over to the next dimension, stop wandering around aimlessly reliving your nightmare and scarring my daughter in the process!!!!!!" I then put my daughter in her bed and knelt down beside her.....I said "Kestra, I know you saw the lady at the door with the broken neck and she scared you, but you need to help mommy help you out here, okay? You have to call my dad, you have to call Grampa Warren and ask him to come here and make this lady go away........so please call him, out loud, call Grampa Warren and tell him to save you from this lady....." So she started calling "GAmpa, Gampa.....come tell the bad lady to stay away forever....please Gampa, come save me...." All of a sudden the lights in the house started to flicker and she said "Momma, he's here.............." I nearly died, I still get goosebumps up and down my whole body when I retell this story....it was all so very real.......... I asked her what he was doing and she said he was outside yelling at the lady with the broken neck, and he was drawing a circle around the house, telling the lady to never come back here, to never cross the line he had drawn ever again or Gampa Warren was gonna kick her butt!" She was so calm, so serene, so serious...she then told me he wanted us to go and look out the door.....so i picked her up and walked to the dining room, where she broke into a huge smile and started waving and wiggling in my arms for me to put her down......she said "Momma! Momma! he's here! Gampa is here!!! and she ran to the door, giggling and smiling.....I was flabbergasted, I did not know what to do....when she turned around with a sad kind of face and said "Gampa has to go now, but the lady won't be back.....and he said to call him loud if I ever get scared like that again......, that he had to go away for awhile, but he would be back in a few days...." I tell you, I was at a loss for words, still am to this day.....what do you say or do when your three year old comes up with this stuff? She can't possibly be making it up, I didn't really talk about it around her, I always tried to act non-chalant when things happened because I figured my kids would learn to just accept it, and not be afraid if they saw me accept it and not be afraid.........
Fast forward about one week....early in the morning....my daughter comes to my bedside to wake me up....she tells me "Gampa Warren was just here momma, we played dollies and he drew pictures with me at his desk.....look mom-ma...see the pretty picture? That's where grampa warren says he lives now....in this pretty place....he misses you and loves you to momma.....can you see him too momma?" I told her "No, that regretfully I couldn't see him, that I wish I could and that I was happy she was able to communicate with him and that he was here to keep us safe...." I told her to tell him that I loved him and missed him also....and she told me to tell him myself, that he hears when we talk to him.......
Kestra had a few more "dreams", as my husband likes to call them, but nothing else strange really continued to happen, except one thing......when we were originally remodeling our house, we moved where the door had been, over about oh, six feet to the left from where it had originally been, so my husband had taken the little wooden porch that was there originally and moved it over to the new location temporarily until he could pour concrete and build and new one, but the little slate/concrete walkway still lead to where the old door had been.......the strangest thing still happens, although now it's hard to see, because we had a porch built over it eventually.......but....the very spot where the stoop sat originally....would never cover in snow....leaves......when it would rain, that little square area would seem drier than the rest.
The feeling that I got strongly, thru all of this was that there was a women, a young woman, a young slave woman, who was forced to have an affair with her owner....where as she became pregnant with his child, and he, in a fury killed her and the child....and buried them somewhere on this property.....
Fast forward to just two weeks ago, which is what brings me to your website etc to begin with.....
We now have four children two girls, two boys.....ages 10, 9, 6,, &5....my 9 year old son says he wakes up and there is a black couple standing in his bedroom doorway, just staring at him....but he's not afraid of them.....they are not here to hurt him they said, they are here to protect him.....but he is afraid of the two men he see's outside the door, with the slanted demon eyes.....and he always says there is an orange piece of paper in the window also. He gets so petrified, that I think my husband truly believes, based on his behavior, that something really is there.
My oldest daughter, Kestra, the one that used to see the lady and my father....kind of dwindled away....she would mention him from time to time, and say she saw a pretty lady in white walk from our bathroom and disappear...but she was a nice lady. I had some strange feelings late at night when I would get up by myself, that someone else was in the room with me, but it all felt harmless. One night I saw a man in a denim jean jacket standing on my front lawn......he scared me so I screamed for my husband, and when I turned back around he was gone.... So I figured that my father really had come and taken care of us somehow.....and boy was I ever grateful......until just about one week ago......my daughter, who is now 10 years old.....screamed for me from the living room......she said "Momma! there is a lady with red hair starring at me from the doorway!!" I looked and I saw nothing.......I seriously have to say I sighed to myself and said Oh no, here we go again....I I asked her what the lady wanted and she cried " I don't know! She is just starring at me!!! Momma! I'm scared!!!" So I brought her into her room, and calmed her down, I figured if she couldn't see the door, then she wouldn't be so freaked....I told her that she shouldn't be afraid, and not to worry....that she was just special and capable of seeing people who needed help and that the next time the lady appeared, she should ask her what she needs and tell her that it is okay, to go home, to cross over and go to the light.....I left the room, only to hear my daughter crying my name fifteen minutes later! I rushed into her room with the heebie jeebies....trying to maintain my composure, I noticed that the room was unusually cold, so that I even looked over at the window to see if someone had opened it........my daughter was crying hysterically, she said the lady appeared at her bunk bed, right in her face while she was laying there watching the food network........and just kept staring at her and wouldn't talk.....I asked her where she was now, the lady that is, and with that i felt a chill go thru my whole body, and Kestra said....." she's right next to you now momma........" I told Kestra to ask her what she wanted, so Kes did, she said the lady needed Kestra's help, that she was lost and didn't know where to go.....could Kestra please help her....Kestra asked the lady why she kept scaring her, and the lady said she didn't mean to scare her, she just thought that Kestra could "hear" her need for help. So that is why she just stood there and starred at Kes, waiting for help from her......So I told Kestra to tell her to go on, cross over to the white light of the holy spirit, that it was okay to go to the other side now, that she was dead and needed to cross over, where she would be happy once again. Kes said the lady said thank you, and then disappeared............ I hugged my daughter goodnight, told her she should call to Grampa Warren to watch over her tonight and always and asked her if she needed me to sleep in her room, she said "No, she wasn't scared anymore"...........Fifteen minutes later she called me into the room again.......crying......a sad, remorseful cry......she sobbed as she told me that my dad was here right now......that he was standing right next to me, that he wanted me to hug him, that he loved me....and that I was right....he should have went for treatment earlier, he wished he was alive to live and play with all his grandchildren.....so I hugged the empty air, and felt a chill wash over my body....whether it was the physical self just reacting to the words or my actual father.....I felt so melancholy that I started to cry........I never told my kids about how my father refused to get treatment.....how he was to scared to face the consequences of chemotherapy etc....but that I had wanted him to go and try, to be there, to live to be with his grandchild...you see I was his first born, giving birth to their first grandchild. Kestra was born on July 31, 1995, my father saw her and held her on August 5th, 1995, and he died five days later, on August 10, 1995. None of my other children ever got the chance to see him, and I never wanted them to know he didn't want to try until it was to late.......
So, to answer your particular questions:
1) see above for specific summary of our hauntings.....
2) One looked like an African-American lady, heavy-set, with glasses and a broken neck, wearing a blue dress. Two of them are apparently an African-American couple, that mean us no harm, my son Talon says they are dressed in old farm clothes and that they smile at him when he sees them. Two of them are evil looking, with "demon eyes" as Talon calls them, he won't go on to say anything other than they just stare at him with slanted eyes and there is an orange piece of paper there in the window too.....One is a young Caucasian lady, in a flowing white dress...she also smiles and means no harm to us....as far as what/who was making the lights etc happen, I don't know what he/she/they looked like....I've never truly been fortunate enough to actually "see" them like my children do....I just catch glimpses sometimes.....like colorful shadows........
3) I think we have an eclectic mix of entity's....I think the African-American lady with the broken neck was a ghost........I think the African-American couple are spirits attached to this land we own, for one reason or another, I think that the lady in white, once dwelled near here in a different home, but that the path she walks is one she used to walk to get to her home when she was alive, and that it was a favorite place for her to be, her I catch shadow glimpses of....so to speak.......the other two, based upon what my nine year old son has to say, are definitely demons, as for the lady with the red hair, I think she was a lost spirit, does that qualify as a ghost? ......anyway, after this last event, I obtained holy water, sage and kosher salt....mixed them all together in spray bottles, and my sister and I lit holy spirit, virgin Mary and guiding light candles and sprayed every corner of my house, both inside and out while saying the lords prayer and my sister performing a cleansing ritual. (This was based on the advice of friend of mine who claims to be psychic himself, and lo and behold I find out that his mother is a famous psychic also...but that whole story in and of itself is a weird......I hadn't heard from him since college (1992) and all of a sudden we contact one another, by mere chance, thru a website and after talking for a while and catching up on old and new times....he tells me he has to tell me something, because it is channeling thru so strong........that there is definitely a young lady and a baby, buried somewhere on my property, that she was killed by a jealous lover/husband in a rage......but she is not African-American....she is Caucasian. I about died, I hadn't really explained much of anything to him about all this yet....although I did once he said that!!!!!
4) Some of their specific characteristics seem to be one of two things...either to scare the living daylights out of us, or just to check up and see what we are doing on "their property", I feel as if the couple are here to offer us guidance and protection also. The main thing is, according to my children, that they "just stare" at them.
5) I think remodeling the house disturbed something here.....and I think my daughter may just be a natural psychic herself.....she was just to young and innocent to have come up with those stories by herself, she certainly wasn't coaxed in anyway by me or anyone else that I know of, and according to my psychic friend, her pre-pubescence will attract them....which solves the case as to my question of "Why now, again, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, is she/he seeing things again?!"
6) Calling out to my father for help and protection seems to be a technique that keeps them at bay, at clips of periods at a time...then it seems we need to re-connect with him again, strongly, as a family, in order to bring back his protection. Also, the whole Holy Water and sage, kosher salt, saying the Lord's Prayer thing was a soothing ritual in and of itself, and since then, *(and the house blessing/cleansing ritual) we haven't had any "rude" midnight awakenings. Also, I suppose, telling them to go away, to go to the light, to cross over, that they have permission to leave this dimension and cross over......is another technique I know we use quite often, actually every dang time. It seems to work!
7) I have learned from this experience that you don't always have to "see" to be able to believe in something. I don't consider myself highly religious nor do I consider my self to be unbelieving in heaven and Hades, or other dimensions of which we are capable of passing through on our different journeys through our life. I would pass on to the world this simple quote from my psychic friend...."Give her knowledge, explain it all to her, KNOWLEDGE IS POWER!"
One other thing I learned thru my research is that the place I live used to be a diner, owned by a family who lived here from the forties to the late sixties.....before that, no one seems to know who owned it...it wasn't the two or three major families that surround my property.....they say their families never owned this......there is the Patchett Homestead, right down the block from me, they are a family that has been here since the 1700's and were known to have been "good, fair reliable slave owners", but no one is alive from their family anymore.... Also, I spoke with the town historian, and she had no further knowledge for me either.....Just to talk to the major families that have been here for generations, the DeVitt's, the Chambers, the Kaufmann's......but no one can remember back past the 1940's....which seems odd to me given that this town was famously named after General Montgomery, whom fought so hard and long and defended his men so well during the Revolutionary War. We are also, what my friend calls, in a "HOT SPOT" here, the Cantonment is right down the road, about fifteen to twenty minutes from my house....We are also not far from three cemeteries here in town, one being a slave cemetery that was just recently found and honored.......the other has been her since the 1700's, the other one is a newer one, but still dates back there. There are also, according to the town historian here, a few of the old houses that date waaaaaaaaay back that some strange things have happened and they consider them to be "haunted" by spirits. But no one seems to have ever heard of any mishaps associated with my property.
Well, I hope some or all of this can be helpful to you in your research, I think your site is awesome and I am glad my friend directed me your way......Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
I just wanted to let you all know that I had received my prize, an EMF dector and went to work right away, trying it out on all the "hot spots", where my children have seen things....and the thing went bezerko......My husband, ever the skeptic, casually asked me to come into our bedroom, and he pointed out a specific section, of one specific window, that he wanted me to point it at......The meter lit up like a Christmas tree!!! I was jumping around asking him over and over again, "What do you know that you are not telling me???!!!". You see, to actually have my husband, pick a specific spot and ask me to use the meter there, AND then to have the meter go off...Needless to say, my husband commented over and over again, "No freaking way!?!" But he wouldn't tell me a thing! He is such a skeptic, always the ever logical, "It has an explanation..." type of person. And here was an inkling, that he either saw or felt something. I kept bugging and bugging him, I finally asked him what he felt that made him pick that particular spot, and he responded with...."...If there was ever a spot that I would say something is active, it is right there, I feel sometimes like someone, or something is watching me/us...". I quickly asked him if it was male or female? And he responded, just as quickly with "male". I still can't get over it today! My friend sent me some camera's to hook up and record over night with, at different spots in our home. I will be setting them up tomorrow, while our kids are at school. (Darn these dang snowdays!!  ) I have some pictures, taken over the summer, in our backyard and front yard that show little round balls of light...but my friend, who is a Ghost Hunter himself, said that it was dust particles or something else, not entities.....but I tell you it was a cool, crisp, non-misty night when I took the pictures, and no one had been running around in the backyard to my knowledge before I walked around the corner and took the pictures. It was seriously to chilly for it to be bugs, and it wasn't a reflection off of mist, because there was none. But alas, I'm not a novice, YET, so I must rely on others interpretations. Lemme' find the pics and attach them, let me know what you think guys and gals! (The first three pics are of a little knoll, that overlooks the cemetary where my father is buried, but to be honest, we (all seven of us) had just trudged up that hill to get back to my van, when I just decided to turn around and take one last picture. It's so pretty looking back down on this particular cemetary, I wanted a pic of it. It was taken with a Nikkon digital camera, that belongs to my sister in law. All the pictures where taken on November 14, 2005, the first three where taken at and right after dusk. After the initial photo, I gasped and showed my husband, who then went on to say (sarcastically, I might add) "Whooooooo, ORBS, let me see the camera...oh orbs, calling all dead people, come gather 'round, I want to take your picture, now smile for the camera!" Thus, the second and third photo where taken. The rest are all at and around our house....oh! the last one was while we where driving home....I took a picture just to see what would show up.)
OMG, I'm so *issed my computer crashed and I didn't get to finish the story...Anyway, I can't get the pictures to ALL load here....I'll keep trying, but you can view them at www.freewebs.com/jennygirlz and click on spirits. There are also a few unique ones in the first set of Castle pictures, I caught something on film by an upstairs window, during the day....I had this weird feeling that I was being watched from this particular window, and I quick shot a picture of it with a Canon EOS Elan II, regular handy-dandy 35mm camera....and when I had the pics developed....the blur showed up..... so check it out and let me know what you all think! THANKS!  This post has been edited by JennyGirl: Mar 3 2006, 06:27 PM
Nah, he I could tell by his reaction that he was telling the truth, plus the simple fact that he DIDN'T want to tell me, 'cause he thinks I'm a kooky-nut  , because it would only validate further, my feelings about the house we live in.
PS> Yes, it was our bedroom that he "felt" like he was being watched through the window. Funny thing is, although I have felt as if we were being "watched" before, right outside the window, we have a medium size fire pit that we use constantly in the summer, and I hardly ever, get a weird feeling when I'm out there, at night, by myself...with the hubby at work, and the kids inside with the airconditioner running. It's actually peaceful. Although, I get a creepy feeling on the opposite end of our property, ugh....if the pit was over there ~~~~>, I don't think I would be sitting out by it very often, by myself, late at night.... 
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Great, I just realized, that I forgot a "d" in addendum....dummy that I am.......anyone know how to get in there and change the topic line?  wow that is odd. do you get any cold spots next to the window when its closed. how old is this house thanks for sharing your encounters  I honestly would have to say my room is freezing, especially near the windows, but not because of ghosts etc....we just don't have heat in that room and it's an old house and my husband is part polar bear. I think it was built in the early 1920's or 1930's....but I'm not sure....hmmmmm, maybe I'll hit the town historian up on Monday and find out for sure....but the house was originally a trailer, that had multiple rooms added on to it, and the house was set down on a concrete block foundation, there is no monolithic pad under my house.....just dirt, dirt and more dirt....oh and spiders(we get wolf spiders here, they're NASTY) and other creepy crawly things that always manage to find a way into my home somehow. The rest of the house has heat, but is always cold....my kids rooms are the only rooms that stay consistently warm. Okay, everyone...just remember....If you ask me a question...I don't know when to shut up...I'll just keep rambling and rambling on and on...... This post has been edited by JennyGirl: Mar 3 2006, 06:25 PM |
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