In my dreams last night I received the idea to change things up a bit for October. Halloween is my second favorite holiday (Christmas is my first), so to celebrate during the month I’ll be posting odd facts, eerie questions and haunting tales; mixed in of course with my usual spiritual advice and guidance.
To start things off, I once lived in a haunted house. Not Amityville type haunt, more like Casper haunt. But still very much haunted. In fact, my daughter and I lived there for 16 years, peacefully with the ghosts. All our dogs were tormented terribly, so much so, we finally gave up trying to have dogs. Cats were a different matter. They were all quite happy and in fact would go out and bring other stray cats home to us. Oddly, my wolves were quite happy also. The ghosts never bothered them, or if they did, the wolves didn’t care.
The history of the house and land based on old, fragmented county records, is that in the 1800s it was a chicken farm. When we moved and were landscaping we found the remnants of old building foundations which we dug out and disposed of. The main house had been a small 3 room house which was built onto over the years to install a bathroom, plumbing in the kitchen, and to add 2 bedrooms. Based on the same county records, different members of the same family had owned the property for over 100 years.
From the moment we moved in my daughter and I heard strange sounds. I have clairaudience, so I heard whispers, fragmented voices and breathing. She heard thumping noises in the walls, and banging sounds, specifically along the wall which separated her bedroom from the kitchen. I could walk into the kitchen and find every single cabinet door standing open. I would close the cabinet doors and within minutes, sometimes seconds they would all re-open; as if someone were walking past, opening each one by one. Many small, personal items disappeared, especially if I left them on the bathroom sink. Earrings, caps off lotion bottles, even cups or pieces of clothing. I would search diligently to no avail and then days, maybe weeks later the item would return right where I lost (left) it.
One day while I was home alone, I was walking from the laundry room into the livingroom, as I glanced across the living room into my daughter’s bedroom I saw 3 people, 2 women and a man standing there smiling at me. They were dressed in clothing common for 1800s farmers. I was so stunned to see them so clearly, I stood there in silence for several seconds and then they shimmered out. I immediately went into the bedroom and began trying to talk to them, but they were either gone (to where ever ghosts go) or were not interested in having a conversation at that time.
When my daughter was in middle school, a friend asked to spend the night. About 2:00 in the morning the girls woke me because apparently one of the ghosts had frightened my daughter’s friend. The poor child said she woke up and there was a woman standing over her staring at her in a very stern way. We all spent the rest of the night in the living room with the lights on and after breakfast my daughter’s friend went home. She did come back to visit after that but always left before dark.
On another occasion a friend of mine was visiting and we were watching a movie. Suddenly my friend touched my arm and said there was a man in the house. I told her this was impossible, no one could get in as the entire property was fenced and there were 3 large wolves in the yard. No one was in the house. She insisted that a blonde man in his thirties had looked around the corner between the dining room and living room and smiled at her. She was so certain we had to search the entire house, even closets and the shower to be sure there wasn’t someone in the house. After that incident, she never stayed to visit after dark either.
One signature move of my ghosts was they loved to make a sound like the back door was slamming, then they walked through the kitchen into the dining room, stopping at the dining room table. They would do this over and over and over. My daughter and I gave up going to look for anyone, we knew it was the ghosts. My future son-in-law was not so brave. I actually frightened him one day as I was coming home from work. I entered the back door, walked through the kitchen and placed my purse on the dining room table, I went into the living room and said hello to him. He literally jumped out of the recliner to his feet. Then he began half-laughing, half almost crying (he was 18 at the time), the ghosts had been traveling across the kitchen into the dining room for over an hour and when he heard me, he thought it was them.
So, I think you get the picture of our lives with ghosts. They never really harmed anyone and were never aggressive in any way. Most people can’t live with ghosts, my daughter didn’t mind and I actually liked them. When I finally moved from there into a smaller, not haunted house, I missed them.