by Sharon | Jul 3, 2018
You’re driving down a road in an older part of town.
You spot an interesting old house.
You want to get out of the car and explore the house . . . it may be haunted . . . do you really want to go inside . . . Are you prepared for what you’ll see?
I’ve always wondered what is worse . . . seeing something . . . or hearing something . . . something you know is there?
You sense it is just a few steps away from you . . . but you don’t know what it is . . . or where it is.
That’s the way Sam felt . . . he just bought a house . . .
His friends joked about it being haunted. Oh yes, everyone knew about the stories, but being a skeptic, Sam dismissed it as paranormal poppycock. He bought the house at an excellent price in an excellent location. It was definitely a dream come true. He was a homeowner!!
His friends helped him move in. It was a busy day for Sam . . . he took all the joking and ribbing about his house being haunted in stride . . . but after his friends left . . . he wasn’t too sure. Sam did fall asleep on his couch . . .
He woke up with a stiff neck, but went up to his bedroom . . . stretched out on his bed and fell asleep.
About two or three in the morning, Sam heard a loud thump . . . it seemed to be coming from downstairs . . .
He was sure it was his buddies who helped him move in. They probably returned to scare him. No way was Sam going to fall for that!!
Sam decided he was going to stay in his bed and let them come to him . . . he reached for his hockey stick, but it wasn’t where he knew he left it . . . He shook away the drowsiness of sleep. He waited . . . tried to clear his mind. Sam realized he was holding his breath. He was listening . . . and he felt his whole body tense up.
He felt a chill. He was sure the room was getting colder. He tried to get out of bed, but couldn’t move . . . something was holding him down . . .
Sam knew this was ridiculous — he was a skeptic . . . there was no such thing as haunting . . . he must be dreaming . . . sleep paralysis . . .
If this was a dream, then Sam was determined to control it. All he had to do was turn on the light, the lamp on the night table . . . Just reach out . . . Sam scolded himself. Shake it off! There’s no such things as ghosts.
There it was again! Bump, thud, scrape. Bump, thud, scrape. Bump, thud, scrape. Oh good, Sam thought, it’s moving down the stairs. He breathed a sign of relief.
Oh my gosh! Sam just realized . . . whatever it was WAS in the bedroom with him and it was holding him down!!
Sam threw back the blankets and reached for the light. The closet door was open — he reached for his hockey stick . . . and crept down the stairs. He noticed he was tip-toeing. So much for being a skeptic . . . he smelled the aroma of coffee. There was a bang of a heavy skillet being put on the stove. He could hear the sizzling of bacon . . .
He was going to rush into the kitchen with hockey stick in hand in a menacing gesture to catch his buddies in the act . . . of cooking breakfast . . .
Then Sam heard singing . . . a woman singing . . .
“Oh what a beautiful morning . . . humming . . . Oh what a beautiful day . . . humming . . . I’ve got a beautiful feeling . . . humming . . . ”
Sam found himself singing along with her, “Everything’s going my way . . .”
He set down the hockey stick . . . he heard the cracking of eggs.
He heard the last line of the song again, “Everything’s going my way . . .”
What? Sam wondered. If everything’s going her way . . . what does she mean?
This was his house!! He picked up his hockey stick walked into the kitchen to confront the intruder.
He flicked on the light. Nothing. Just the lingering aroma of coffee, bacon and eggs. And the faint sound of humming . . . and the bump, thud, scrape echoing as it went up the stairs.
Even for a skeptic, it wasn’t difficult for Sam to realize he did indeed have a ghost living in his house . . . and his friends were right . . . he bought a real haunted house!
Just to rub salt in the wound a little . . . Sam realized how his ghost got the upper hand? He was awake, out of his comfortable bed, branishing a hockey stick in an empty kitchen during the wee hours of the morning.
Now Sam was fully aware of the meaning of the song lyrics: “Everything’s going my way!”
Was that a chuckle coming from the bedroom?
Thanks for stopping by!
Sharon
by Sharon | Oct 22, 2015
I’m fascinated by haunted houses. Not for me to explore, but for me to hear the true experiences of others.
They usually begin with finding their dream house . . . and ends with it becoming their worst nightmare. This isn’t a spoiler alert. It is how these stories seem to happen. You’ve heard them, too.
I can relate. Plus, I’ve heard hundreds of stories. I’m always disturbed when they involve children, but small children seem to be able to see “the other side” so much more clearly than adults do. I prefer for kids to be kids and not be burdened by the creepy stuff that attaches to houses . . . and to people.
It’s easy for me to say to research a home before moving in. Sometimes the timing isn’t right and there are always incomplete records and there’s that Pandora’s Box concept of not sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong . . . or open up something you can’t undo.
All right, I’m curious and I’m also chicken. And it’s easier to hide your head in the sand and keep telling yourself, “It’s only my imagination.”
Well, that works for a day or two.
Darla and her young son just moved into a house that was provided by her employer. She was recently divorced and wanted to make a new life for herself and her son. Her brother helped them move in one Saturday. He noticed how his nephew kept staring at the closed closet door.
“Hey, Nate, what do you see?”
Silence. He tapped Nate on the shoulder. “Nate, look at me.”
The young boy seemed to be in a trance. He called his sister.
Darla finally got Nate’s attention. He said, “There’s a boy in the closet. Can I give him a sandwich?”
Bob, Darla’s brother, went into the bedroom to look inside the closet, but the door was stuck.
Darla started having second thoughts about the house, but she couldn’t afford to move and didn’t want to seem ungrateful to her boss. Getting the house was a big help to her.
Darla worked for a real estate company and she learned the house had always been a problem. The company bought it at auction to flip it, but no one was interested in buying it and renters stayed just a couple of months and moved out.
She went way back into the newspaper archives and found an article about a young boy who was chained in the closet and starved to death. She brought it to the attention of her boss, Dan.
“I had no idea. But that explains things,” there’s another house that is available for you to move in out town a ways.”
Darla declined the offer. She was going to help the spirit of the child find the light.
After the house was blessed and a psychic came, the house felt lighter and more comfortable. The spirit of the child was sent to the light and Darla and Nate had no problems. Darla eventually bought the house.
I don’t know if I would have bought the house. I don’t like the idea of a child being chained and starved in a closet. I wanted to know more about the incident. Why the child was chained and what happened to the parents.
It was back in the 1940’s when a young couple and their young son moved into the house. This young couple wasn’t ready for marriage and definitely not equipped to be parents. They would chain their son to the wall in the closet when they’d go out drinking and dancing at night.
One night the young man got into a fight at the club and was stabbed to death. The woman ran off with the assailant. They were apprehended a few weeks later and both were arrested, tried and convicted of murder. The woman never mentioned having a son, so no one checked the house.
After the trial, the landlord went into the house to prepare it to be rented. He found the young child chained to the closet wall . . . dead.
This is one of those incidents that haunt you. I kept thinking about the poor child and debated whether to tell this story or not, but learning the truth, I had a better understanding of Darla’s decision to buy the house after taking care of the child’s spirit.
Nate remembered the little boy in the closet. It wasn’t a traumatic experience for him.
Thanks for stopping by,
by Sharon | Jul 27, 2014
I love making things out of paper using Free Templates.
Occasionally I run across something that grabs my attention and just won’t let go. I know there are many products to buy that create some interesting haunted scenes, but something you can make either for yourself or friends seems to be much more meaningful and fun.
Yes it’s paper and it’s a craft, but it’s a fun project. I found while I was working on it that I remembered some creepy stories others have shared about an old house that had been abandoned for years. Every town seems to have one . . . some people seem to have one in their own neighborhood . . . or when you were a kid, you had to pass it on your way to school. You’d swear someone was inside and walked across the window way at the top. The longer you stood there your imagination went into high gear scaring you into action to run all the way to school.
This craft haunted house is just the thing that will do it.
The image and free templates are compliments of http://www.ravensblight.com
The secret chamber really sold me on this Haunted House. It’s a bonus where you can hide some mysterious treasure that could be anything from a newspaper article or something you picked up while ghost hunting. It could be a secret room used for all kinds of rituals and séances or a nice dry cozy place to keep potions and dry herbs.
For me, its a place for me to create something I could find in a basement or others have found in basements of old houses that give you the eerie creepy feeling about those who have once lived there and the spirits that still do.
Here are the free templates:
Haunted House Assembly Instructions
The Haunted House
There’s an old abandoned house just a few miles away from my house that has a colorful history.
It has the picket fence out front. This seemed to be the quaint lifestyle of the 1950’s and earlier. It separated your yard from the sidewalk. Although it was a low fence with an unlocked gate, it gave a sense of privacy and a little security if you had a small child or puppy that ran out the front door.
This particular house was owned by a science professor at the college. He lived there for many years with his wife and their four sons. This isn’t a mad scientist story, but one about giving. He planted his garden every year and turned it into a sort of Victory Garden where students came and even planted new sections of crops to share with others. Neighbors even got in on it and welcomed the help of students and invited them to add to their gardens. When it came time to harvest, students and neighbors got together to share in the bounty and the canning process.
The professor’s hands-on approach to botany made his college courses popular. His wife got involved with growing herbs. She had an herb garden that brought with it another element she hadn’t planned or knew existed. It was introduced to her by her eldest son’s girlfriend.
The town has rumors of satanic cults and witch’s covens along with other related secret societies. The professor’s sons got involved with these individuals and they initially thought they were doing something beneficial for the professor and their mother. It all seemed harmless and was related to botany.
Herbs were dried and labeled in the basement. Next potions were made by the professor’s wife and the many young girls who visited the old place. They sold these potions throughout the county to help with sleeping and all sorts of ailments. The most popular were love potions which were advertised and sold through the mail.
This worked out to be a lucrative business for the professor, his family and their growing number of friends. Then the unthinkable happened.
Someone died after ingesting the herbs she was sent.
There was a full investigation. All the herbs were confiscated. The professor and his wife were arrested. The house was also confiscated turning out the boys to fend for themselves or move in with friends or relatives.
There was no evidence that the herbs on the professor’s property led to the death of the woman, but someone did have tainted herbs bottled and labeled like those sold by the professor’s family.
By the time the professor and his wife were released from jail, his life was ruined. The college wouldn’t give him his job back. They wouldn’t hire him to do anything. He had hoped he could be a consultant in his early retirement, but that wasn’t going to work out for the professor.
His wife’s business pursuits were ruined by the allegations, even though proven false.
Desperate people turn to desperate means.
They joined forces with a satanic cult, which many believed set up the professor and his wife originally.
They returned to their home, their sons returned home as well. Along with that came the cult and the various activities that took place in the house and the property.
Neighbors moved out and the professor bought the property around him with the assistance of his new associates and business partners.
The professor, with the help of his family, started their own produce market. Once the market was thriving, the professor and his family mysteriously disappeared.
It is believed the cult took over the market, but the old house was abandoned and has been empty for years.
There have been rumors of lights mysteriously turning on and off. Strange visitors have been seen entering the old house after midnight. The sounds heard during the early morning hours “are not human.” There have also been sightings of hooded figures chanting and leading a procession down the street and disappearing in the field of the professor’s property.
It is believed that the original two acre parcel belonging to the professor is haunted. The neighboring acreage had been sold. These new owners scoff at the rumors and sightings.
I personally wouldn’t want to live near that old house, there is, however, a part of me that would like to see the old place fixed up and brought back as a tribute to the botany professor who did so much good for the community in the early 1900’s.
If you like the old Haunted House and want to add something to it, here’s a great cemetery you can make:
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Hidden Cemetery Assembly Instructions
The Hidden Cemetery
I bring out the old haunted house and the hidden cemetery as a centerpiece on my dining room table for the fall. I enjoy looking at it and I especially enjoy knowing I made it and also made others for friends and family.
This has absolutely nothing to do with the Haunted House story I have above, but it does have something to do with the Haunted House Craft. Many old houses had family cemeteries on their property. You may be able to add some spooky effects to make it look like low hanging fog and ghosts lingering in the cemetery — add bats and owls in the trees — maybe a black cat on the fence and pumpkins outside on the cobblestone walkway. Some trick-or-treaters may be a nice touch, too. This is excellent food for thought to get your imagination in high gear.
Oh my! I did forget something valuable . . . the occupants of your great Haunted House!
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