A New Home

Now that I have bored you with a little of my past, we can move on forward in time to the present. My main purpose for posting this blog is to document what is going on around me now.

My family moved into our house around 1995. I have always been interested in the paranormal and been able to sense things around me. For whatever reason, excitement over a new place to live or just not paying attention, I missed something! when we were looking at our house it seemed fine at the time. I don't recall any ill feelings or danger signs. It was just a nice old farm house that has been added on to and in fairly good condition.

From the time we got all the way moved in until now there has been things going on. Just little things here and there, but it is there. The first thing I remember that happened was being in the back room with my husband and hearing a terrible crash! I thought someone had pushed over a cabinet I had placed by my back door. I distinctly remember hearing the glass break and shatter on the floor. We looked at each other and I went to see what happened. This is one of the few times my husband has acknowledged that he heard something! Upon scanning the house, I found nothing out of place or broken! Go figure!

The most prevalent thing that happened was the light in the top room was always on. It is part of the attic that is finished into a small storage room. I was constantly getting fussed at to: "turn the light off", and "you forgot to turn the light off again!" I was hardly ever up there, but maybe once or twice I forgot to turn it off, but not all the time! Eventually the light stayed off when it was suppose to be off. Then other things started!

They Do Not Believe Me

I heard things as a child at night in that creepy big old house. As a normal child, I told my parents that I kept hearing things at night. I would get the normal responses: It is an old house, it makes noises, and it's your imagination! No one would believe me! It is very disheartening when you are young to not be believed.

I would hear things like my blocks being raked across the register grate, strange noises, banging and bumping. One night I was lying in bed, and got a really creepy feeling like someone was watching me. I dared not open my eyes because I didn't really want to see what was there. In a few breaths something grabbed my foot! The covers went over my head and I huddled in a ball praying it would go away! Finally I just went to sleep.

I would always get strong feelings of being watched. On one occasion, early in the morning, someone started banging on a box I had in my room. It was like when you bang on a drum, one after another. I had a guitar that I got for Christmas on my dresser. I was learning to play it and really enjoyed it. All of a sudden it was strummed several times! I never touched it again other than putting it in the closet. Things like that over and over again were happening. I would tell my parents and always the same response! After awhile I just quit saying anything about what I was hearing. I would talk to my sister and she would see faces above her bed and hear things in her closet. She was in the bedroom beside mine. At least I was not alone in what was going on!

On a lighter note, my sister had a big box of crayons that I was using and left on my floor overnight. I also had a lot of flint rocks that I collected strung around where I would play with them on the floor. One morning as usual my mother wanted me to pick up my mess and give my sister back her crayons. Upon putting the crayons back in the box there SEVERAL missing. My mother went to fussing at me to get the rest back in the box and I told her they were gone. As usual she didn't believe me and I stayed in trouble! The next night I heard a thump, thump, thump going down the big winding staircase, beside my room. Of course it terrified me. Not long after, we found a stash of goodies in the vent at the bottom of the stairs! We had a pack rat that was getting shiny things and stashing them! There were al the crayons that were missing, some tinfoil, other odds and ends and my rocks! Ok that was one time that the ghosts were not to blame, but that left many more unanswered questions! Even to this day, I shudder when I think about things that went on in that old house, and still they don't believe me!

From The Beginning

I grew up in a great family. My mother and father are average people who believe in God and live a good clean life. My grandfather was a preacher who in his day went from state to state starting churches where he could. There was never any mention of ghosts from any of them as far as I know. I ask my Aunt one time if there was anyone in our family who could talk to ghosts. Her answer was a big laugh " no, not that I know of why?"

So why as a child did I experience things that I could not explain? I have a lot of questions and maybe one day will have answers.

As a child I lived in a huge 3 story house that was at lease 100 years old back then. It was a stately red brick house with white trim around the windows and sharp angles everywhere. The roof was made of slate and was always in need of repair. Inside there were high ceilings that use to drive my mother crazy trying to get to. It was a nightmare just trying to heat the house so a good bit of it was closed off.

When my sister and brother came along, we needed more space to move around. Mind you this house had 13 or so rooms in the first 2 floors and we lived in 5 or 6 of them at the time. My parents decided to start remodeling the rooms that were closed off. One by one the rooms were opened up and work started on them. We did not have much money so my father and grandfather did most of the work.

For some reason, the people that use to live in the house left a lot of things behind when they left. There was lots of old furniture in the rooms that were closed off. Stuff for some reason, my mother did not want to keep. I remember her throwing things out the windows and my grandmother getting it and keeping it. There were antiques, that in this day in time, would have fetched a pretty penny, that ended up at the dump I am sure.

I remember finding an old, large library full of books, very old books. It was always very dark and creepy in there so I never spent much time there. My mother always told me to stay out of there so naturally I would sneak in from time to time! I remember getting several books out and keeping them in my closet. I still have an old Greys Anatomy book that has survived over the years.

I remember having strange dreams that were creepy as I think back on them even for a curious child to have. I was never one to watch to much tv other than cartoons, so I don't know where some of the stuff I dreamed came from. NO I am not crazy either!