Haunted Farm House

    When Rick was six years old he moved into an old farm house in Georgia with his parents, grandparents and siblings.

     

    It was exactly what one would imagine a haunted house to look like. When they first arrived to their new home, Rick and his brother were excited about the old barn, out houses and sheds that were in the back of the house. His sisters were interested in the house and choosing their rooms.

    This old farm house had a tin roof. The interior was wood, wood floors, wood walls, wood stairs and banister. The woodwork was extraordinary, but there were small images in the wood that somehow seemed creepy. Rick’s father didn’t notice it when he saw the house. He was interested in the 500 acres and the barn. He also noticed that the farmhouse was huge with six bedrooms and four bathrooms. There was a huge family kitchen he knew his wife would love. Some improvements were made to the house without taking away the charm of the original woodwork. There was also a three bedroom house on the property for his parents and another that would be great as a guest house for his brother and his family.  The price was a factor that made this farmhouse an absolute bargain.

    There was going to be a lot of work in clearing away debris in the yard, but Rick’s father was planning to start out small by planting a garden near the house and to build a chicken coop for fresh eggs and buying a cow for fresh milk. He didn’t think beyond that, but he believed he had plenty of time to decide. First he had to move his family from California to Georgia.

    Rick and his siblings didn’t like the idea. Their mother was concerned, but she had every confidence in her husband and father-in-law. She thought a farm would be a great place to raise her children.

    Rick’s grandfather had recently retired and sold his construction business. He thought a farm in Georgia was perfect for his retirement. They liked the idea that they would have a house of their own close to their son and grandchildren.

    They arrived on a cloudy, windy day. By evening, it started raining. They noticed the roof leaked and the wind and rain seeped through the windows. There were eerie creaking sounds from the floors and the walls. Although the electrical wiring and plumbing were only about five years old, there were problems due to the house being empty for a couple of years.

    The strange thing was that the house was fully furnished. It looked as though someone had packed up what they could take in their car and left, never to return.

    That first night was an experience they would never forget with lights turning on and off and toilets flushing and faucets turning on and off. Not to mention mopping up the rainwater under the windows and emptying the buckets to catch the drips from the ceiling. And, of course, the creaking of the house.

    The next day was cloudy, but no rain. Rick’s mother took them to register for school. Although they wanted to go back to the farm and get settled before starting school, they did begin that day. There was also a bus that dropped them off after school at the long driveway to their property. It would be there at 7:30 the next morning.

    While the kids were busy at school, repairs were made on the farmhouse. There was a crew of workers packing up when the kids arrived home from school.

    The overgrown grass and weeds were cleared away.  The old farmhouse didn’t look quite as scary as it had when they arrived.

    The smells coming from the kitchen were inviting to four hungry children.

    After dinner the children settled down to do homework in front of the television. Their grandparents sat at the table playing cards. By 9 PM they went to their house. Their house came furnished as did the guest house. These two houses were in better shape than the farmhouse because they were not as old.

    There were the regular creaks from the house, but Rick was tired from school and not getting enough sleep the night before.

    He did wake up in the middle of the night. He felt a weight sitting on his chest. He tried to move, but it was impossible. He couldn’t even open his eyes which scared him. He tried to yell, but he couldn’t open his mouth. He remembered praying for Jesus to help him. In a few minutes the weight was off of him and he was able to move. He jumped out of bed and ran to his parent’s room, turning on the lights in his bedroom and the hallway and in his parent’s bedroom.

    He told his parents of his experience, they checked his room, but found nothing and left the light on in the hallway.

    He slept through the rest of the night undisturbed.

    At breakfast in the morning he thought it had been a bad dream as his mother suggested.

    The kids got on the bus and were off to school. Rick learned from one of his new friends that the old farmhouse had a dark history. They said it was built by an old ship builder, but his wife was a witch. Rick liked the idea of an old ship builder building the house, but he didn’t know what to make of a witch living in his house at one time. Then he thought about the creepy symbols carved in the wood.

    Rick’s older sister was way ahead of him. She heard the story, too, and went into the library to look up some of the symbols she remembered seeing repeated throughout the house. She discovered these were for protection, but didn’t know what they needed protection from. She was level-headed for a 12-year-old and didn’t allow her imagination to run wild.

    Rick’s 14-year-old brother looked up old newspapers articles from two years previous when the old farmhouse was abandoned. He was told about the murder of a small boy in the house and how the parents ran off leaving their son dead in the house. He couldn’t believe it and had to check it out for himself.

    There it was in black and white. A picture of the old farmhouse, a black body bag on a gurney, policemen on the front porch and he noticed something dark looking out of an upstairs window. He made a copy of the article.

    Soon Rick’s parents learned some history of the house. It is interesting how people seem to enjoy telling tales after someone moves into a haunted place, but no one is to be found to warn them from buying it and moving their family into it.

    They had the house blessed, but that seemed to bring the stories into reality.

    From what the family experienced that Friday night, they knew the little boy was not beaten to death by his parents, but some evil entity was in the house and did a repeat performance on Rick, but, fortunately, he didn’t die. His brother heard strange growling sounds coming from Rick’s bedroom and got up to check on him. He saw something dark on the bed hitting his little brother. He tried to grab it and throw it off him, but there was nothing for him to grasp. He was shouting for it to stop, walking up the whole house. His father came in and rush for his young son and was able to get him away from the dark entity.

    It then turned on the elder son. His father returned with a shovel, swung it at the entity, hit it several times before it finally left through the ceiling.

    It was tempting to leave the farmhouse, just as the previous owners had, but they decided to defeat this thing and banish it from the house.

    The family moved into the guest house.

    With help from the priest and church members, all the furniture was removed from the house, including the basement and attic. It was taken out into a pit the grandfather made in the middle of the field and burned. The fire department was there to make sure the blaze didn’t get out of hand.

    There were plenty of witnesses to hear the screams, growls and cries from the burning pile of furniture and boxes left by previous owners.

    The house was blessed again and the family slowly bought furniture and returned to live in the old farmhouse.

    Rick was still bruised from his ordeal, but he returned to school. He became a bit of a hero among his peers for surviving the demon’s attack.

    The girls seemed most reluctant to return to the farmhouse. They stayed with their grandparents at night, but did have dinner in the farmhouse. Eventually, they decided the farmhouse was safe for them.

    The houses and buildings on the property were free from demons, but as for the woods, that’s another story entirely.

    That was truly a creepy Real Ghost Story!

    Thanks for stopping by!

    Sharon

    How Many Ghost Hunters Are There?

    I’ve been watching some YouTube Videos.

    I’m truly amazed by the number of people who go out to explore haunted locations.

    I have always been fascinated by haunted stuff and haunted locations. Some people are into cemeteries, hospitals, schools … roads, tunnels, bridges … I get creeped out by abandoned places, too. I like ghost towns and malls that have shut down due to lack of business — this is truly sad when a city or town can’t get enough business to support a mall.

    I know, at one time how I didn’t like how “down town” turned into a “ghost town” because the malls took away all the business … Now, perhaps due to the internet and people preferring to shop “online” rather than in physical stores, this is going to be a reality in most towns and cities.

    So … How many people actually like going ghost hunting and have started their own YouTube Channel?

    This is obviously something they truly love. Otherwise they wouldn’t do it. Getting the wits scared out of me isn’t something I truly enjoy … but it is interesting for me to watch.

    I truly am grateful for all the paranormal investigators out there who like going to various haunted locations to film whatever it is they capture on tape or audio.

    Below I have a couple of video I’d like to share. The first one is because I could hear the train whistle … it was kind of cool and also a bit creepy. I do like trains and train whistles,

    The second video shows clips taken from different individuals who wanted to share the paranormal activity they caught on tape.

    Waverly Hills Sanitorium Paranormal Exploration

    Ghosts Caught On Tape In Abandoned Places

    I believe just about every time I watch “haunted” videos or “ghost” videos or those of abandoned properties and places, I discover more and more people have picked up this interest in “ghost hunting” or investigating the paranormal.

    It truly is exciting to watch these videos in the comfort of your own home without having anything jump out at you or getting a creepy feeling as doors slam and shadows dart across windows or in hallways. It is truly creepy to hear footsteps causally walking or running … Equally unnerving is having someone or something touching you with icy cold fingers … or getting scratched.

    And how about that loud ringing or noise heard in the first video?

    There are a lot of strange things that happen to those investigating haunted places … Many feel they’re being watched or they get a creepy feeling with the hair on the back of their neck standing up … or breaking out in goosebumps. It is truly scary when one is pushed or hit … this happens more often than not … What makes these paranormal investigators continue … The love of sharing their videos and perhaps discovering something about life after death.

    It is a scary business of going out to abandoned haunted places. I’m glad so many do … This allows me to share real ghost stories from various places.

    Thanks for stopping by!

    Sharon

    I Have Another Ghost Story Website

    I’ve made several different changes to my ChristmasGoRound.com website over the years and finally decided to go wth my passion…

    Ghost Stories … True Paranormal Experiences … All that stuff that goes bump in the night and scares the wits out of you … 

    I’ve always been a great fan of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol … better it happened to Scrooge than to me!! And I’m a great fan of Washington Irving’s Legend of Sleepy Hollow. This was a time when people would get together and tell ghost stories … and people actually believed in them and readily would share a ghost story of their own … Whatever happened to those days?

    We are not alone …

    But, I do seem to be moving away from my reason for this post — to announce my ChristmasGoRound.com website with more real ghost stories with more of a Christmas twist.

    However, as I understand it … Way back when telling scary ghost stories on Christmas Eve wasn’t necessarily telling ghost stories that happens on Christmas Eve, but gave that same feeling of being in the dark, in the cold … and seeing a ghost or being chased by a ghost … or being scared by a ghost for whatever reason …

    It is that feeling that is captured when telling a campfire ghost story … it is a different feeling when it is a Christmas ghost story … I hope you understand what I mean.

    Well … check out my new website and see what I mean … I don’t have much right now, but will be adding more.

    Thanks for stopping by …

    Wait a minute!!! I haven’t told you a real ghost story!!

    Camping Ghost Story

    Spring and Summer are great times to go camping.

    I’m not a camping in a tent person, but I admire people who are. Jon and Sadie enjoy camping with friends. Somehow on this trip they got separated from them.

    When they arrived at the camp grounds Sadie noticed a dead snake in a tree — at least she thought it was dead.  She didn’t take this as a good sign, but she decided to ignore it.

    They found a great secluded place near a stream and set up camp.

    Jon wasn’t feeling well, but decided to go hiking with Sadie, thinking the fresh air would do him some good. There was an old mine they wanted to see and took it easy along the hiking trail. It seemed eerily isolated on this trail, but they decided to take it easy and make the best of it.

    Jon stepped off the trail from time to time to vomit. He knew eventually, whatever he ate to upset his stomach would be out of his system. He drank water and rested. He told Sadie to go on ahead and he’d catch up to her.

    He watched until Sadie hit the bend in the trail and got up to catch up to her. He was met with another wave of nausea and sat back down.

    Jon saw an old prospector with a donkey coming down the trail.

    He stopped, took a drink from the canteen he had hanging from a rope around his neck, wet his handkerchief and handed it to Jon.

    He took it and wiped his face, neck and hands. He was feeling much better.

    “Mind if I sit a spell?” he asked.

    Jon moved over to give the man room on the rock.

    “Did you see my wife on the trail?” Jon asked.

    The prospector didn’t seem to hear him.

    “How much farther is the mine?” Jon asked.

    Again, there was no answer.

    “Well, we better be on our way,” the prospector said. “Thanks for the sit down.”

    Jon got up and started on the trail when he remembered the handkerchief he had around his neck. He turned to look, but the old prospector and his donkey were gone.

    He caught up to Sadie and asked her about the old prospector, but she said she saw no one. She asked how he was feeling and he said good. He told her about the prospector who gave him a wet handkerchief while he was feeling like death. When he reached for the handkerchief, it was gone.

    Was Jon hallucinating or did he see a ghost?

    When they arrived at the old mine, they looked around, but there wasn’t much to see except for the view of the valley below. Jon looked for the old prospector and his donkey, but saw nothing.

    They arrived at their camp site just before dusk and Jon built a fire. The camp ground was filling up and people were milling around. They looked for their friends, but they hadn’t arrived.

    Sitting by the campfire, Jon and Sadie discussed the prospector Jon saw earlier. He was convinced it was no hallucination. Sadie agreed and spoke of ghosts who haunt places familiar to them or where they died. Sadie had had many experiences with ghosts in the past and thought it strange she didn’t see any on the trail or at the mine.

    They saw dark figures approaching. They seemed to drift closer. There was no sound. Sadie grabbed Jon’s arm and whispered, “Do you see what I see?” He nodded.

    There was the old prospector and his donkey.

    “Mind if I have a sit down?” he asked.

    Jon brought out a chair for the prospector to sit on.

    They noticed how he hovered over it.

    “Have any luck at the mine?” Jon asked.

    The prospector didn’t answer, but said, “You know, things have changed.”

    Sadie and Jon nodded in agreement.

    “I can’t seem to find my shack. I don’t know where my wife, daughter and grandson are.”

    “When did you last see them?” Sadie asked.

    “Just a few days ago,” he answered.

    “What year is it?” Sadie asked.

    “1947, April 14. I found gold nuggets, one for each of my family. It isn’t much, but it’s better than nothing. Have you see them? Where could they be?”

    As gently as Sadie could, she told him the year was 1997 and most likely his wife was waiting for him, maybe his daughter, too. She asked him what was the last thing he remembered.

    He thought long and hard about this. Then he said, “I got bit by a snake and Bertha her run off, scared. I thought someone would come for me. Bertha would run home.”

    The old prospector was on the ground. He was in a lot of pain crying out to Virginia, Maggie and Andy.

    Out of an orb of light they heard, “Pete, it that you?”

    The orb got bigger and brighter. Jon and Sadie saw two women reaching out to the prospector. “Come, we’ve been waiting for you.”

    It was miraculous how the prospector raised up and drifted into the light.

    Jon and Sadie sat quietly looking into the fire. Neither spoke, just lost in their own thoughts about what they experienced.

    Wow!! This is truly a heartwarming Real Ghost Story!

    Leave me a comment …

    Thanks for stopping by!

    Sharon

     

    Every House Has A Story

    We’ve been experiencing quite a lot of rain lately along with thunder and lightning.

    This always gets me thinking about ghosts and things that go bump in the night,

    Also urban legends along with folklore, superstitions … This got me thinking about the land and the various structures upon the land …

    There have been haunted bridges, highways … Haunted groves and of course houses …

    Some places look haunted which may not be haunted at all … while a new development or neighborhood does not look haunted … but is very haunted.

    How is one to know?

    One normally doesn’t know for sure, but I would definitely acknowledge how you feel or the feelings others receive.

    I know, many people don’t believe in ghosts or hauntings … but I believe there is a realm where ghosts and spirits do live among us.

    There are lots of haunted places around the world … even in the area where you live …

    Perhaps even in your own home…

    I’ve always found the spookiest of places are houses, schools, churches, shopping malls and stores …

    All those places where you would go regularly … It is amazing how many innocent places are indeed haunted.

    I’m sure every place has an urban legend where a bride is awaiting her groom … she could be waiting in a house, a church, a road, a bridge … She could be waiting wearing her wedding gown or sitting in a chair with a box of love letters on her lap.

    Or looking out a window … on the roof — a widows walk … or even leaving a candle burning in the window …

    And … some of those houses or farmland have been bought and is now a church or school or shopping mall … or a store … Yet the ghosts still believe it is their home … 

    Something to definitely think about …

    Thanks for stopping by!

    Sharon

     

    Haunted Antique Desk

    Going antique hunting is always fun, especially when you find an old treasure.

    Carrie and Lisa planned a trip to go antique hunting and brought along their husbands for the heavy lifting. Carrie was looking for an antique desk and Lisa was looking for a grouping of little tables.

    After looking around for less than an hour they found what they were looking for and headed to check out.

    Carrie and her husband were delighted with their new antique desk and had just the place for it in their office.

    That night Carrie and Wade were awakened by the sound of splintering wood.

    There were loud animal type sounds  accompanying the splintering sounds. They got up to investigate.

    They heard the sounds, but didn’t see any splintered wood. It was useless for them to go back to sleep.

    Carrie wondered if it could be the desk they just purchased. She had bought other furniture at antique stores without having a problem. She wondered if their desk could be haunted.

    Wade was a skeptic and insisted there was a logical explanation. He thought the wood could be a little dry and started polishing the desk. The sounds changed to a purring. This didn’t disturb Wade, but it did Carrie.

    She got out a smudge stick and opened the drawers and started praying and smudging the desk. Wade continued polishing it.

    The whole room smelled like a bonfire.

    “You’re burning the desk!” Wade exclaimed.

    “No, I’m not, the desk is fine.”

    But, the desk wasn’t fine. Within seconds it became hot to the touch, a big piece of wood splinted from the center of the desk, broke free and lodged in Wade’s hand.

    They had no idea how that happened, but Wade needed medical attention.

    They spent hours in the emergency room. The most awkward part was explaining why Wade was polishing a desk at 2 to 3 in the morning. There was no logical explanation as to how a big splinter could pierce his hand. They weren’t going to say they bought a haunted desk and while smudging it, a big splinter broke through and attacked Wade.

    There was only one thing for Carrie and Wade to do.

    They had to get it out of the house.

    When they arrived home, Wade went to bed. The medication made him tired. Carrie went into the office to try to move the desk on her own out of the house.

    She was too scared to touch it when she noticed there was no big splintered chunk taken out of the center of the desk. It was smooth and looked just like new.

    She made coffee and waited. She needed to think. It was a beautiful desk. It was also quite expensive. She wanted to burn it, but she also wanted to return it.  It was quite a dilemma for her. She would need to see what Wade decides to do. One thing she knew for sure was that she didn’t want it in her house.

    They did decide to return it and she slipped a note inside the drawer with a warning: This desk is haunted with an evil spirit. You’ll need to have it blessed before bringing it into your house.

    This was the least she could do, because she found out from one of the customers that the desk had been returned once before.  The antique store knew the reason why, but didn’t warn Carrie and Wade when they purchased it.

    The question is always, would Carrie and Wade listened to a warning?  Too often we’re too wound up in our own desire to have a particular antique and we believe we can get rid of spirits, but there are times when we definitely can’t.

    I was surprised the antique shop didn’t experience anything, but maybe the shop was closed when those things happened. It makes me wonder what an antique store is like during the “bewitching hours.”

    Thanks for stopping by!

    Sharon