Here is one of the more recent ghostly encounters my dad has experienced at his house.
Late at night, he was sleeping in bed, and he kept hearing a very distinctive knocking on the wall. I've heard it too before- I always dismissed it as an animal in the attic/wall, or maybe a branch scraping against the house. Anyways, this was coming from the side of the house were there are no trees near the house, or really anything.
Anyways, he keeps hearing these sounds, knock, knock, knock... and they seem to be pretty rhythmic. My dad, feeling ornery, decided to knock back.
the wall went "knock knock knock!"
My dad echoed the same pattern.
The wall knocked the same pattern again.
So my dad knocked: "knock knock... kna-knock"
and seconds later the wall answered the same back!!! It repeated his pattern!
My dad decided he had enough of teasing the ghost that night, and went downstairs to sleep. :D
Monday, June 13, 2011
Mickey the cat vs "ghost"
I've gotten interested in the paranormal again (thanks creepy ghosts!) so I'm going to be updating this again. I'm surprised I haven't posted this before. This is the only picture I know of that has anything "weird" about it. Now, for fair note, it could be a hair, and some believe it to be so. But, you can never tell. I always thought it was strange the way Mickey (the cat) was looking at the camera.
On a side note, I need to look through old pictures and see if I can find anything. Next time I'm up there, I plan on taking some more, just to see if I get anything besides random dust orbs and haird :D
Saturday, August 21, 2010
One creepy feeling
This story comes sometime between 1998 to 2001. I'm leaning more towards 2001... I remember I was a teenager in high school:
My aunt was visiting our house from out of state, so to be nice, I let her sleep in my room (the "safe" room) while I slept in the sitting room. The room is at the front of the house, and there was a sofa that was right next to a very large open bay window.
Sometime during the night, I got up to get a drink and laid back down on the sofa. While I was up I felt a little strange, but I shrugged it off. As I was trying to get back to sleep, all of a sudden I *felt* a very strong presence outside of the window, right next to me. What I can only describe as chills that ran in loops from the top of my head to my feet and back again, like a bolt of electricity was running through my body. I kept my eyes closed, because I knew if I would have opened them there would have been a ghost standing right next to me from outside the window, looking in.
"Its only my mind, there is nothing there" I kept telling myself, yet this feeling kept washing over me. Chills-chills-chills! Then, I felt the presence float over me, inside the house, and then it stopped right next to me. The room suddenly got VERY cold, and my skin started to tingle along with the chills. "Please go away" I told whatever it was, which usually worked with spirits, but this one seemed to just LOOM over me, as if it was saying "what are YOU doing here?" It was there for what seemed like hours, and the feeling just kept getting more intense and I did not like the way this spirit felt. Very strong, very invasive, very very foreboding. So I decided to say the Lord's Prayer, not loud enough to wake up the house, but loud enough for it to hear me.
As I said the prayer the feelings intensified, until I got to the line "...and deliver us from Evil..." when the feeling suddenly peaked and then dissipated. As I said "Amen" the room suddenly went back to normal, the chills stopped, and the feeling of the spirit left the room. I laid there with my eyes closed for a while, still to scared to open my eyes and completely freaked out by what just happened.
I heard my dad's distinctive "bathroom shuffle" a time later, and as he was going back to his room I yelled up to him. "Dad? Is that you?"
"Yeah," he said "whats wrong?"
"Can you see if anyone is down here?"
He came downstairs and turned on the light, and there wasn't anyone (or anything) in the room. Only then did I open my eyes, and he told me I looked really pale (more than normal) and completely freaked out. He asked what was wrong and I just told him that I felt something bad in the room. He assured me that everything was fine, but I ended up sleeping elsewhere that night nonetheless.
Never before or since have I ever felt that feeling or been in the presence of something like that spirit. I'm hoping it was just a visiting spirit, or just a curious one, but no one has dared sleep by that window again. I regret being too scare to open my eyes, but if I did, who knows what I would have seen. Probably something that would still be giving me nightmares...
Until next time...
My aunt was visiting our house from out of state, so to be nice, I let her sleep in my room (the "safe" room) while I slept in the sitting room. The room is at the front of the house, and there was a sofa that was right next to a very large open bay window.
Sometime during the night, I got up to get a drink and laid back down on the sofa. While I was up I felt a little strange, but I shrugged it off. As I was trying to get back to sleep, all of a sudden I *felt* a very strong presence outside of the window, right next to me. What I can only describe as chills that ran in loops from the top of my head to my feet and back again, like a bolt of electricity was running through my body. I kept my eyes closed, because I knew if I would have opened them there would have been a ghost standing right next to me from outside the window, looking in.
"Its only my mind, there is nothing there" I kept telling myself, yet this feeling kept washing over me. Chills-chills-chills! Then, I felt the presence float over me, inside the house, and then it stopped right next to me. The room suddenly got VERY cold, and my skin started to tingle along with the chills. "Please go away" I told whatever it was, which usually worked with spirits, but this one seemed to just LOOM over me, as if it was saying "what are YOU doing here?" It was there for what seemed like hours, and the feeling just kept getting more intense and I did not like the way this spirit felt. Very strong, very invasive, very very foreboding. So I decided to say the Lord's Prayer, not loud enough to wake up the house, but loud enough for it to hear me.
As I said the prayer the feelings intensified, until I got to the line "...and deliver us from Evil..." when the feeling suddenly peaked and then dissipated. As I said "Amen" the room suddenly went back to normal, the chills stopped, and the feeling of the spirit left the room. I laid there with my eyes closed for a while, still to scared to open my eyes and completely freaked out by what just happened.
I heard my dad's distinctive "bathroom shuffle" a time later, and as he was going back to his room I yelled up to him. "Dad? Is that you?"
"Yeah," he said "whats wrong?"
"Can you see if anyone is down here?"
He came downstairs and turned on the light, and there wasn't anyone (or anything) in the room. Only then did I open my eyes, and he told me I looked really pale (more than normal) and completely freaked out. He asked what was wrong and I just told him that I felt something bad in the room. He assured me that everything was fine, but I ended up sleeping elsewhere that night nonetheless.
Never before or since have I ever felt that feeling or been in the presence of something like that spirit. I'm hoping it was just a visiting spirit, or just a curious one, but no one has dared sleep by that window again. I regret being too scare to open my eyes, but if I did, who knows what I would have seen. Probably something that would still be giving me nightmares...
Until next time...
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Probably the best ghost story ever told...
This is my favorite story from my dad's house, as told in the third person from my mom's personal account...
It was 1998, or somewhere around then, and my mom was home from work while everyone else in the house was at school or work. She had the flu, and spent the day resting in the master bedroom and reading, which was on the third floor of the house.
Sometime in the afternoon, while she was reading her book, she heard the door that connects the garage to the house open and shut. "Its my husband home on his lunch break, he's going to want to have lunch and I feel awful so I will just pretend I'm asleep" she thought. So she put her book aside, and quickly and quietly laid under the covers, shut her eyes, and pretended she was asleep. She heard her husband walk up the stairs and into the bedroom, and she said she could feel him standing there at the end of the bed watching her. He was there for awhile, and then she heard him walk out of the room and back downstairs. "Heh heh heh," she thought, "He fell for it. Now I won't have to eat lunch and he won't feel bad for waking me."
A short while later, the phone rang. "Ah, my husband will get it since he is home." The phone rang again. And again. Before the phone would ring again and get picked up by the answering machine, my mom rolled over and picked up the phone that was beside the bed.
"Hello?" Said mom.
"Hey honey. How are you feeling?" answered the voice on the phone.
(silence)
"Honey? Are you there?" said the voice.
"Who IS this??" said my mom shakily.
"Its your husband, of course! Don't you recognize my voice??"
(pause)
"Wait, where ARE you?" asked my mom.
"At work, honey. I'm on my lunch break so I thought I'd give you a call and see how you were doing." answered my dad.
(pause again)
"Wait... if you are there... THEN WHO WAS JUST HERE?!"
My dad to this day swears he was at work the whole day when this happened, and never came home for lunch, which was a 20 minute drive both ways from work. Needless to say, the incident freaked my mom out a bit, but she said that whoever it was that "visited" had a nice friendly presence, and perhaps was just curious who was home at that time of the day. Nonetheless, once she retired and was home during the day, if she heard doors open or footsteps in the house, she would always pretend she was asleep.
It was 1998, or somewhere around then, and my mom was home from work while everyone else in the house was at school or work. She had the flu, and spent the day resting in the master bedroom and reading, which was on the third floor of the house.
Sometime in the afternoon, while she was reading her book, she heard the door that connects the garage to the house open and shut. "Its my husband home on his lunch break, he's going to want to have lunch and I feel awful so I will just pretend I'm asleep" she thought. So she put her book aside, and quickly and quietly laid under the covers, shut her eyes, and pretended she was asleep. She heard her husband walk up the stairs and into the bedroom, and she said she could feel him standing there at the end of the bed watching her. He was there for awhile, and then she heard him walk out of the room and back downstairs. "Heh heh heh," she thought, "He fell for it. Now I won't have to eat lunch and he won't feel bad for waking me."
A short while later, the phone rang. "Ah, my husband will get it since he is home." The phone rang again. And again. Before the phone would ring again and get picked up by the answering machine, my mom rolled over and picked up the phone that was beside the bed.
"Hello?" Said mom.
"Hey honey. How are you feeling?" answered the voice on the phone.
(silence)
"Honey? Are you there?" said the voice.
"Who IS this??" said my mom shakily.
"Its your husband, of course! Don't you recognize my voice??"
(pause)
"Wait, where ARE you?" asked my mom.
"At work, honey. I'm on my lunch break so I thought I'd give you a call and see how you were doing." answered my dad.
(pause again)
"Wait... if you are there... THEN WHO WAS JUST HERE?!"
My dad to this day swears he was at work the whole day when this happened, and never came home for lunch, which was a 20 minute drive both ways from work. Needless to say, the incident freaked my mom out a bit, but she said that whoever it was that "visited" had a nice friendly presence, and perhaps was just curious who was home at that time of the day. Nonetheless, once she retired and was home during the day, if she heard doors open or footsteps in the house, she would always pretend she was asleep.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The most recent events
So, I know I should do all these stories in chronological order, but honestly, I don't remember when what happened and such nonsense. So, the last post was about the first event I vividly remember at my dad's house, this is the most recent.
Not every time I am there something happens. Sometimes, I have several experiences within a few hours, sometimes nothing for months on end. According to dad, it is the same living there, sometimes it seems like just a normal little house! And then other times you are about ready to call in Ghost Hunters and tell them to go crazy. Anyways, I was just visiting there a few weeks ago and it was one of those nothing times. And I think the time before that the same.
The time before that though, the spirits were out in full force. Of course in his house most times you get some strange creaky-cracky sounds in the night, but as my mom would have said "ooh that's just the house moving." Besides that, I was walking downstairs, and his house is a tri-level home so you can see the landing for the third floor as you are walking downstairs. Well, as I was walking, out of the corner of my eye, for just a teeeeeny bit of a second, I saw someone walk by on the upper level. I stopped, and walked back upstairs, and sure enough my dad and my boyfriend, who were the only two others in the house, were on the mid level. I gave them a weird look and asked if one of them was just upstairs. Of course they weren't. I just pretended like it was no deal, as I didn't want to scare anyone, but later told my dad I saw someone upstairs. He just shrugged and said "yup, that happens."
Later that night, I slept in my old bedroom, which for fair note I've always felt safe in, on the fold out bed. Its got one of those strange, thin, plastic mattresses on it that makes a very distinctive crumple sound when you move. In the middle of the night, I woke up to a strange feeling in the room, which again is pretty odd since that room has always felt like the safest one in the house. Then I heard a crumple sound and I felt someone sit on the edge of the bed right by me. Without my contacts, I am a bit more gutsy since I can't exactly see more than 4 inches in front of me, so I politely asked whoever/whatever it was to go away. Then the weight came off of the bed, and the feeling was gone. At least whoever visited was friendly enough to sit BESIDE me and not ON me, as some ghosts have a tendency to do.
The next day I told dad about my "midnight visitor" and he proceeded to make fun. "Well, perhaps he likes you!" ... uh, my dad is weird.
Until next time...
Not every time I am there something happens. Sometimes, I have several experiences within a few hours, sometimes nothing for months on end. According to dad, it is the same living there, sometimes it seems like just a normal little house! And then other times you are about ready to call in Ghost Hunters and tell them to go crazy. Anyways, I was just visiting there a few weeks ago and it was one of those nothing times. And I think the time before that the same.
The time before that though, the spirits were out in full force. Of course in his house most times you get some strange creaky-cracky sounds in the night, but as my mom would have said "ooh that's just the house moving." Besides that, I was walking downstairs, and his house is a tri-level home so you can see the landing for the third floor as you are walking downstairs. Well, as I was walking, out of the corner of my eye, for just a teeeeeny bit of a second, I saw someone walk by on the upper level. I stopped, and walked back upstairs, and sure enough my dad and my boyfriend, who were the only two others in the house, were on the mid level. I gave them a weird look and asked if one of them was just upstairs. Of course they weren't. I just pretended like it was no deal, as I didn't want to scare anyone, but later told my dad I saw someone upstairs. He just shrugged and said "yup, that happens."
Later that night, I slept in my old bedroom, which for fair note I've always felt safe in, on the fold out bed. Its got one of those strange, thin, plastic mattresses on it that makes a very distinctive crumple sound when you move. In the middle of the night, I woke up to a strange feeling in the room, which again is pretty odd since that room has always felt like the safest one in the house. Then I heard a crumple sound and I felt someone sit on the edge of the bed right by me. Without my contacts, I am a bit more gutsy since I can't exactly see more than 4 inches in front of me, so I politely asked whoever/whatever it was to go away. Then the weight came off of the bed, and the feeling was gone. At least whoever visited was friendly enough to sit BESIDE me and not ON me, as some ghosts have a tendency to do.
The next day I told dad about my "midnight visitor" and he proceeded to make fun. "Well, perhaps he likes you!" ... uh, my dad is weird.
Until next time...
Monday, August 16, 2010
My first "ghostly encounter"
As a young child, growing up in our Victorian-style house in a small town in Nebraska, I never thought twice about ghosts. They were there, I saw them, but I never thought twice about it. I vividly remember a ghost dog coming and visiting my room when I was young, and my mother told me as a teenager that she thought my "imaginary friend" I had was more than just my imagination. But, I never thought it was a big deal. They were there, I was there, they didn't scare me. On a side note, I *was* scared of vampires!
When we moved to Ohio (in the house before my dad's freakin haunted house) the ghost thing went away for a few years. Perhaps it is normal with children that grow up, that as we grow older we become desensitized to such things. Of course, I still didn't like graveyards. But, I don't have any strong recollection of anything paranormal happening between when I was six to when I was ten. Then we moved to dad's house.
Perhaps I had other "ghostly encounters" before this, but looking back I specifically remember this as the first, and perhaps the only poltergeist account I've ever had in dad's house. It was either a year or two after we had moved in, and I was either in 6th or 7th grade. My friend Tiffany and I had full run of the house while my parents were away, and while we were in charge we had to check in with my autistic brother, Alex, every once in awhile. We were running upstairs, and all of a sudden my bedroom door started shaking violently right in front of us, as if someone was trying to get in or out of the room. I remember my friend Tiffany and I just standing there for a few seconds until it stopped, and of course we thought that maybe my brother was in my room, which he had a tendency to do from time to time. Strange thing was there was a hook and eye lock on the outside of the door, which helped prevent my brother from getting into my room when I wasn't in it. And it was still locked.
So we unlocked the door and sure enough, he wasn't in there. Confused we went looking for Alex, and he was asleep in his room. Weird. So we went back into my bedroom to see if maybe a cat or something was in there, even though the force behind the door seemed pretty strong. There was nothing. We even checked to see if the air conditioner or heater was on, or if there was a draft in the room. Nothing again. It was as if some strange force had shaken the door, almost right off of its hinges. As you can imagine, we freaked. We didn't go back into the room until my parents got home, and they couldn't figure out what it was either. Since then, nothing like that has happened.
Perhaps there still IS some random scientific explanation for it, but I don't know. I think it was some spirit's way of saying "I'm here even if you can't see me" or maybe it was even saying "silly girls, go check on your brother." Either way, it was freaky.
Until next time...
When we moved to Ohio (in the house before my dad's freakin haunted house) the ghost thing went away for a few years. Perhaps it is normal with children that grow up, that as we grow older we become desensitized to such things. Of course, I still didn't like graveyards. But, I don't have any strong recollection of anything paranormal happening between when I was six to when I was ten. Then we moved to dad's house.
Perhaps I had other "ghostly encounters" before this, but looking back I specifically remember this as the first, and perhaps the only poltergeist account I've ever had in dad's house. It was either a year or two after we had moved in, and I was either in 6th or 7th grade. My friend Tiffany and I had full run of the house while my parents were away, and while we were in charge we had to check in with my autistic brother, Alex, every once in awhile. We were running upstairs, and all of a sudden my bedroom door started shaking violently right in front of us, as if someone was trying to get in or out of the room. I remember my friend Tiffany and I just standing there for a few seconds until it stopped, and of course we thought that maybe my brother was in my room, which he had a tendency to do from time to time. Strange thing was there was a hook and eye lock on the outside of the door, which helped prevent my brother from getting into my room when I wasn't in it. And it was still locked.
So we unlocked the door and sure enough, he wasn't in there. Confused we went looking for Alex, and he was asleep in his room. Weird. So we went back into my bedroom to see if maybe a cat or something was in there, even though the force behind the door seemed pretty strong. There was nothing. We even checked to see if the air conditioner or heater was on, or if there was a draft in the room. Nothing again. It was as if some strange force had shaken the door, almost right off of its hinges. As you can imagine, we freaked. We didn't go back into the room until my parents got home, and they couldn't figure out what it was either. Since then, nothing like that has happened.
Perhaps there still IS some random scientific explanation for it, but I don't know. I think it was some spirit's way of saying "I'm here even if you can't see me" or maybe it was even saying "silly girls, go check on your brother." Either way, it was freaky.
Until next time...
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Stories from the beginning
It wasn't long after we moved into the place where we started to realize that we weren't alone. On one of our first mornings there, my mom and I were eating breakfast, when my dad matter of factually came downstairs and said "There was a Confederate soldier in the living room this morning" and walked away. Now, this was a big deal since my dad is a very "scientific" kind of person and never really encouraged the whole paranormal thing. When I was even younger, we lived in a large old house in Nebraska that was also very haunted and he never would say a word about it. Now, just randomly there is a soldier in the house.
I have never seen this soldier, and as far as I know I have never felt his presence since then. Perhaps he was just checking up to see who had moved in "next door." We aren't really sure- but there are several older graves in the graveyard marking soldiers from various wars, mostly WWII. Not exactly Civil War era, but you never know. There were records of houses in the area during that time, but we haven't really ever looked to find anything concrete.
Now, dad's house has never been one of those dark, scary houses you see in movies or on TVs that is constantly disturbed from the paranormal world. Actually, I usually felt very safe in the house, and even though I've always been a bit more sensitive to the spirit world, I rarely felt like I was being threatened, just mostly creeped out. The hauntings are very sporadic, and nothing will happen for months and then all of a sudden its a ghost frenzy. We have noticed that hauntings seem to spike when my parents changed part of the house, when someone was ill, or if there was a new visitor in the house. Or sometimes, for no reason at all.
Not a lot of people who come to my dad's house are scared, my dad has a few friends who have a tendency to not stop by in the area because they know its haunted, but generally its never been a big deal. Usually the only time I ever feel creeped out is in the middle of the night- mostly because it is dark and I don't have good eyesight so my contacts are out. Sometimes, you might go downstairs for a drink of water and get this feeling that someone or something is watching you. I try to ignore it and continue about my business, but I have looked around and haven't ever seen anything. It could just be one's active imagination, but I swear sometimes I'm not even thinking about ghosts or the dark and I will get that feeling. It is usually followed by a chill up the spine.
More stories to come. Until next time...
I have never seen this soldier, and as far as I know I have never felt his presence since then. Perhaps he was just checking up to see who had moved in "next door." We aren't really sure- but there are several older graves in the graveyard marking soldiers from various wars, mostly WWII. Not exactly Civil War era, but you never know. There were records of houses in the area during that time, but we haven't really ever looked to find anything concrete.
Now, dad's house has never been one of those dark, scary houses you see in movies or on TVs that is constantly disturbed from the paranormal world. Actually, I usually felt very safe in the house, and even though I've always been a bit more sensitive to the spirit world, I rarely felt like I was being threatened, just mostly creeped out. The hauntings are very sporadic, and nothing will happen for months and then all of a sudden its a ghost frenzy. We have noticed that hauntings seem to spike when my parents changed part of the house, when someone was ill, or if there was a new visitor in the house. Or sometimes, for no reason at all.
Not a lot of people who come to my dad's house are scared, my dad has a few friends who have a tendency to not stop by in the area because they know its haunted, but generally its never been a big deal. Usually the only time I ever feel creeped out is in the middle of the night- mostly because it is dark and I don't have good eyesight so my contacts are out. Sometimes, you might go downstairs for a drink of water and get this feeling that someone or something is watching you. I try to ignore it and continue about my business, but I have looked around and haven't ever seen anything. It could just be one's active imagination, but I swear sometimes I'm not even thinking about ghosts or the dark and I will get that feeling. It is usually followed by a chill up the spine.
More stories to come. Until next time...
Introduction
This is a story of my dad's house, which was once my house too, and how it is freakin haunted.
The house itself is a very nice, normal looking tri-level house located on two and a half acres of land in Northwest Ohio, US. It was built sometime in the 70s, when tri-level houses where popular, and sits on a gentle sloping hill that overlooks a creek. Nothing TOO awful weird about it, well other than the fact that its built directly behind not one, but TWO graveyards. As a kid, I hated graveyards, and didn't want to move into this house, but it was "just perfect" and in a good school district, so in approx. 1994 my mother, father, my brother and myself moved there.
I believe there are several factors that influence the hauntings of dad's house. First of all, obviously is the graveyards. The graveyard on the opposite side of the road from the house is a recent graveyard, that is currently being used regularly for burials of locals that have passed. The one that is on the same side as dad's house is older, and besides a few burials here and there has not been used since the early 1900s. There are several families buried there, as well as many deaths that were close together, including whole families. There is also some erosion of the graveyard, and even though it is well tended now, it seems that it hasn't always been, as we have found toppled-over gravestones on the hill which is in a wooded area, and in respect of the dead we have always tried to bring the stones back to the graveyard, but there is no telling if the corpse itself has been disturbed.
My dad's property starts on the back side of the graveyard which is divided by a simple fence. Not soon after we moved to the house, my dad, who is a botanist and avid gardener, decided to have a garden by a part of the fence which I helped him tend at the time. I was around 9 or 10 years old when we moved there, and one time we were digging in the garden I found a row of teeth, which at the time my dad told me were horse's teeth. He told me many years later they weren't horse teeth... they were human teeth. *Shudder* I always wondered while after that first year he put seed over that garden and never tended it again.
Besides the graveyard, the plot itself has a bit of history. Even though it wasn't a homestead until the 70s, around the area and even in our own gardens we have found many Indian artifacts. Everything from arrowheads to bannerstones, and although we haven't ever felt any resentment or Native American spirits, it is all too possible that they can have something to do with the hauntings.
Thirdly, there is something chemically wrong with the area, and even though we haven't proved it yet, I fear it is toxic. When I was younger, it was not uncommon to find not only four-leafed clovers, but sometimes five and even six-leaved clovers around the house. (Ironically, I just found my little collection of them last time I was at the house- there seems to be close to 20 that I've kept from over the years.) I never really gave it a second thought until studying genetics in college that I realized the general rarity of the gene. Perhaps it was a somatic mutation?
In 2005, both of my parents were diagnosed with cancer, most notably my mother with a very rare and aggressive brain cancer. My dad is now in recession, but he has since been diagnosed with three different kinds of cancers. Not soon after my parents were diagnosed, our twenty-something year old cat also was diagnosed with brain cancer and around the same time my mother passed away so did he. Less than a year later, one of our neighbors from across the road was diagnosed with the same rare brain cancer as my mother, and no more than a few months after he passed away his wife was diagnosed with the same thing and followed him in death. Shortly thereafter, the neighbor directly behind my father was diagnosed with cancer (I think it was prostate or liver) and has since passed, and just last year another neighbor down the road was diagnosed with the same brain cancer as my mother and the other neighbors. Other people from the town nearby have had cancer as well, at an alarmingly high rate. Needless to say, I have been pushing my dad to move away from this place, for obvious reasons. And not just because his house is freakin haunted.
I moved out of the house around 2002, and sometimes go and visit my dad, who still lives there, from time to time. This blog will be my record of hauntings and unusual phenomena from his house, as told by me and hopefully with some help from my dad himself. He doesn't really like to share these kinds of things, but perhaps if he knew it was for the "greater good of the internet" he would be willing to share. Probably not, but its worth a try.
Until next time...
The house itself is a very nice, normal looking tri-level house located on two and a half acres of land in Northwest Ohio, US. It was built sometime in the 70s, when tri-level houses where popular, and sits on a gentle sloping hill that overlooks a creek. Nothing TOO awful weird about it, well other than the fact that its built directly behind not one, but TWO graveyards. As a kid, I hated graveyards, and didn't want to move into this house, but it was "just perfect" and in a good school district, so in approx. 1994 my mother, father, my brother and myself moved there.
I believe there are several factors that influence the hauntings of dad's house. First of all, obviously is the graveyards. The graveyard on the opposite side of the road from the house is a recent graveyard, that is currently being used regularly for burials of locals that have passed. The one that is on the same side as dad's house is older, and besides a few burials here and there has not been used since the early 1900s. There are several families buried there, as well as many deaths that were close together, including whole families. There is also some erosion of the graveyard, and even though it is well tended now, it seems that it hasn't always been, as we have found toppled-over gravestones on the hill which is in a wooded area, and in respect of the dead we have always tried to bring the stones back to the graveyard, but there is no telling if the corpse itself has been disturbed.
My dad's property starts on the back side of the graveyard which is divided by a simple fence. Not soon after we moved to the house, my dad, who is a botanist and avid gardener, decided to have a garden by a part of the fence which I helped him tend at the time. I was around 9 or 10 years old when we moved there, and one time we were digging in the garden I found a row of teeth, which at the time my dad told me were horse's teeth. He told me many years later they weren't horse teeth... they were human teeth. *Shudder* I always wondered while after that first year he put seed over that garden and never tended it again.
Besides the graveyard, the plot itself has a bit of history. Even though it wasn't a homestead until the 70s, around the area and even in our own gardens we have found many Indian artifacts. Everything from arrowheads to bannerstones, and although we haven't ever felt any resentment or Native American spirits, it is all too possible that they can have something to do with the hauntings.
Thirdly, there is something chemically wrong with the area, and even though we haven't proved it yet, I fear it is toxic. When I was younger, it was not uncommon to find not only four-leafed clovers, but sometimes five and even six-leaved clovers around the house. (Ironically, I just found my little collection of them last time I was at the house- there seems to be close to 20 that I've kept from over the years.) I never really gave it a second thought until studying genetics in college that I realized the general rarity of the gene. Perhaps it was a somatic mutation?
In 2005, both of my parents were diagnosed with cancer, most notably my mother with a very rare and aggressive brain cancer. My dad is now in recession, but he has since been diagnosed with three different kinds of cancers. Not soon after my parents were diagnosed, our twenty-something year old cat also was diagnosed with brain cancer and around the same time my mother passed away so did he. Less than a year later, one of our neighbors from across the road was diagnosed with the same rare brain cancer as my mother, and no more than a few months after he passed away his wife was diagnosed with the same thing and followed him in death. Shortly thereafter, the neighbor directly behind my father was diagnosed with cancer (I think it was prostate or liver) and has since passed, and just last year another neighbor down the road was diagnosed with the same brain cancer as my mother and the other neighbors. Other people from the town nearby have had cancer as well, at an alarmingly high rate. Needless to say, I have been pushing my dad to move away from this place, for obvious reasons. And not just because his house is freakin haunted.
I moved out of the house around 2002, and sometimes go and visit my dad, who still lives there, from time to time. This blog will be my record of hauntings and unusual phenomena from his house, as told by me and hopefully with some help from my dad himself. He doesn't really like to share these kinds of things, but perhaps if he knew it was for the "greater good of the internet" he would be willing to share. Probably not, but its worth a try.
Until next time...
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