This November my coven sister Mare & I, along with some siblings/partners/friends, went on a ghost hunting adventure armed with an EMF detector, Mare’s pendulum, and lot’s of enthusiasm. The house we were investigating had been Mare’s childhood home, and the interesting thing about this house and the hauntings connected to it is that several families who have lived there have all had similiar experiences with the same types of entities. These spirits range from a troubled young man in a bomber jacket– who committed suicide on this property, a lonesome little boy, a man who haunts the downstairs dining room, a woman who chills the main floor bathroom, and ghosts who make things go bump in the attic. The house is a quaint white clap-board home that was built in 1886 and retains much of it’s old-world charm. The craftsmanship in the leaded windows has been untouched, and even though it’s gone through remodeling and modernization, it still has about it the feeling of another era:
The owners of this house are very aware of their ghostly counterparts, feeling other-worldly presences at different times in specific areas of the house. Occupants of this home have experienced moving objects, disembodied voices, banging in various rooms, scratching noises on the windows, and vibration of the kitchen table. This, of course, makes some of them uneasy, and there are those who don’t care to be alone in certain areas of this home. One lady told me that when she arrives at the house and leaves her car to walk inside, she deliberately avoids looking up at the attic windows. Not only does it give her an uncomfortable feeling– as though she’s being watched, she says that the windows remind her of the Amityville house of renowned movie fame.
In the following photos you will see a slew of orbs. For those people who scoff at orbs and explain them away as ‘dust specks’ that have caught the light, I can tell you that if this were true, then every photo I take in my own home would be covered with orbs because my house is very dusty. You should know that these orbs have manifested right where activity has been experienced and in spots where the EMF detector was going off, beeping like crazy. We had only to step into the house for the first beep of recognition, a spot between the dining room table and the china hutch. There is the ghost of a man seen here, walking in the front door and calmly walking through the dining room. This scenario is repeated over and over and almost sounded like one of those repetitive hauntings, where the clock seems to keep rewinding itself. But this ghost broke that routine one day when he sat himself down to the dining room table. It’s believed that he is the man who did the original work on the windows of this house, and he likes to stop by and admire his accomplishments. When considering this, I find it amazing that with all the remodeling over the years, the one thing that has never been touched is the windows. In this photo, we’re in the dining room, between the china hutch & the table. People have gathered closer to watch the EMF detector, which was very active. Not only did it alert us of an entity in this area, we could follow its movement through the room.
These are the beautiful dining room windows, the area where the dining table sits. The bright sunshine and the lovely plants give little hint of the paranormal activity going on around us. We were off to a good start.
Mare, her sister Rhonda, and the owner of the house are standing before the large livingroom window. He explained to us how objects on the entertainment center to his right will suddenly come crashing down, as though thrown or swept off the shelf. This seems to happen indiscriminatley, with objects that are sitting very close or even touching each other– one item will tumble, and the others will remain untouched. It’s in this area of the house that a little boy’s voice has been heard, his image fleetingly seen. Perhaps the precocious ghost of a child wants to handle or play with the items on the shelf, just as a mischievous living child might do?
People using the main floor bathroom have experienced a sudden drop in temperature, the room growing extremely cold. They also experience a sudden chilling of the water, an uncomfortable feeling of being watched, and the hair standing up on the back of their necks. The ghost haunting this room is believed to be a woman, occasionally even seen, wearing a blue dress, her hair drawn up in a bun. The owner told us that she has the unnerving habit of sharing the shower, even brushing up against you. This same ghost makes herself at home in the bedroom as well, gently shoving the owner over, as though she needed more room. The bathroom and bedroom are connected through the door seen at the right. We entered the bathroom through this door. The EMF detector caught an energy lingering in this threshold.
We were working our way around the main floor first, here I’m just coming out of the laundry room and re-entering the kitchen. We noticed from the EMF detector thatthe activity was very specific and that movement could be traced. These entities were not standing still, but sometimes seemed to be following thier own path– or us.
The Basement… Most people think of the basement as being dark, mysterious, and most likely prone to all kinds of things that go bump-in-the-night. However, this didn’t seem to be the case in this house. Although one of the adults who has her bedroom in the basement told us that she often feels that she’s not alone– that creepy, something-I-can’t-see-is-behind-me, the hair standing up on your neck feeling. I checked her bedroom with the EMF detector and didn’t find anything. That doesn’t mean that what she is experiencing isn’t real, only that on this day, the entity wasn’t there.
The Attic… We saved the best part of the house for last…The Attic. The attic of this house seems to be a busy place, paranormally speaking. Occupants of the house have heard balls bouncing, as well as the sound of wheels– like a tricycle, or child’s wagon– rolling across the floor above them as they sit in the livingroom below. In this attic, at one time, hung the brown bomber jacket belonging to the young man who committed suicide. The jacket wouldn’t stay where it was put. People in the room below would know when the jacket was moved– they’d hear a loud banging sound on the floor. When we first ascended the stairs to the attic, upon reaching the top, myself and another woman both experienced nausea, dizziness, and a heavy ‘tightness’ about our chest. I honestly thought I was going to have to go down. We noticed, however, that once we moved to another area of the attic, these physical sensations went away. Here you see the infamous attic windows from a new perspective– from the inside looking out.
The EMF detector picked up quite a bit of activity at the top of the stairs and in the west side of the room, right where you see these orbs.
The attic was the only place in the house where orbs were photographed, and it was in this location of the house where many people seemed to feel the strongest sense of a paranormal presence, uneasiness, and physical sensations.
We spent quite a bit of time in the attic, picking up EMF readings, asking the entities direct questions with Mare’s pendulum, goading the ghosts to respond in some way– with the movement of an object, a noise, etc., and questioning the present occupants about their experiences. This was, by far, the most intense part of the house. We’d been here for a while and thought we would wind up the investigation. It seemed that with a large group of people milling about, the ghosts had retreated to a quieter realm. The group was standing around in the downstairs livingroom, chatting about the events of the day and the house, when Mare’s brother Dan heard noises from the attic and quietly slipped away from the crowd. Mare & I followed him up the steps, with the EMF detector picking up an entity in the stairwell, directly beside Mare and myself. It lingered here between us, staying close, while Dan could hear noises coming from the east end of the attic, ahead of the attic windows. It seemed that quiet solitude invited paranormal activity.
Dan snapped this picture then, catching an orb hovering over Mare. Was this the spirit of the mischevious little boy?…the tragic young man, perhaps searching for his jacket?…the woman in blue, a previous lady of this house, going about her daily activities? Or was this the craftsman, the carpenter, checking on the attic windows, making sure his work was in order?
Below are three siblings who grew up in this lovely quaint house, coming home to recapture childhood memories, to embrace a moment of nostalgia for loved ones who have passed on, and to reconnect once more with the spirit entities that were very much a part of their life in this house.
*Note: I’d like to thank Mare’s brother, Dan, for manning the camera during
our investigation and taking photos.
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