People move around so much these days. A few nights ago I had a family from New Mexico on my tour, but the father had grown up in a farm house in Weldon, IL. The house had been built around the civil war. He and his family would see a couple float through the house. A young couple, their heads and faces were distinct but their bottom halves were just flowing mist.
The father was just two or three when they were there and he would see them and hear them more than anyone else in the family. Some people in the town said that a childless couple had built the house, who knows. But whenever his sister would do something mean to him, the ghosts would play a trick on her, so it all worked out in his favor.
There was one room in the house that was always cold and just felt wrong. Since no one would sleep in it, it became the playroom. They had an old fashioned rocking horse, a heavy one on springs and inevitably it would rock at 2:00pm. One night it was so loud that their mother yelled at his older brother to stop. His brother said, "It's not me, I'm in bed." She told the brother to go and stop the noise. When he went to the playroom the rocking horse was bouncing from the ceiling to the floor, up to the ceiling, down to the floor, loud as could be. The ceilings were at least ten feet high. When his brother turned on the light the horse stopped in midair and floated down to the floor.
Many years later, after the family had moved to New Mexico and the man who took my tour was old enough to drive, he encountered the same ghosts. The family was at a restaurant and he left ahead of them. He heard the woman's voice say, "go back." He went back to the restaurant and road home with his family. On their way they saw a huge accident. If he hadn't gone back he would have been in the middle of it.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Redondo Beach, CA
Parents are funny. The other night I had a couple on my tour celebrating their kid's graduation from 8th grade without him.
Before kids they had rented a house in Redondo Beach, CA. Every night they would hear furniture being moved around upstairs. They were too chicken to go up and check in the night. But nothing was ever moved when they did go up during the day.
One night when the woman was alone it got so loud, and she was such a nervous wreck, that she screamed, "Stop it. Just stop it up there." Sure enough it did.
The neighboring house could see into their windows, and the neighbors would see an old woman milling around their house. But they never saw her themselves.
Before kids they had rented a house in Redondo Beach, CA. Every night they would hear furniture being moved around upstairs. They were too chicken to go up and check in the night. But nothing was ever moved when they did go up during the day.
One night when the woman was alone it got so loud, and she was such a nervous wreck, that she screamed, "Stop it. Just stop it up there." Sure enough it did.
The neighboring house could see into their windows, and the neighbors would see an old woman milling around their house. But they never saw her themselves.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Indianapolis tucking in
Tonight I had a local woman entertaining her family from Louisville, Kentucky, a sister and two guys.
The sister's godmother lived in a hundred-odd year old house in Indianapolis. Once when she was sleeping over, she felt something tapping all along her side, like the cat was walking on her, or someone was tucking her it. She opened her eyes and peered over her shoulder at the arched doorway. She saw a woman standing there in a long white dress, like a nightgown. The woman was looking at her, kind, checking on her.
In the morning she asked her godmother if the cat had gotten out in the night. "No" she said. "Well did you check on me in the night?" No.
When she told her godmother what had happened, her godmother nodded. Then she admitted that other people who slept in that room in that room had seen the same thing. Her godmother hadn't mentioned anything for fear of frightening her, which the sister confessed, would have completely freaked her out. Her godmother thought that the fact that she didn't know made her more open to the experience.
The sister's godmother lived in a hundred-odd year old house in Indianapolis. Once when she was sleeping over, she felt something tapping all along her side, like the cat was walking on her, or someone was tucking her it. She opened her eyes and peered over her shoulder at the arched doorway. She saw a woman standing there in a long white dress, like a nightgown. The woman was looking at her, kind, checking on her.
In the morning she asked her godmother if the cat had gotten out in the night. "No" she said. "Well did you check on me in the night?" No.
When she told her godmother what had happened, her godmother nodded. Then she admitted that other people who slept in that room in that room had seen the same thing. Her godmother hadn't mentioned anything for fear of frightening her, which the sister confessed, would have completely freaked her out. Her godmother thought that the fact that she didn't know made her more open to the experience.
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