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Does this look too long and you don’t want to read
it? You wouldn’t say that about a Stephen King book. “The Stand” was over 1,100
pages but you had no problem cruising through that, did you?
While putting this blog post together, I wrote and
re-wrote several times until I arrived at the finished product below. It’s
lengthy, I admit. I tried a shorter version but it wasn’t quite right, in that
I couldn’t make all of the points I wanted to without all the necessary
information. Therefore, it turned out kind of long. Just think of it as a
chapter in a poorly-written paranormal autobiography that you’re getting for
free. I know you like free stuff.
The ghostly activity in my house is sporadic. I’ve
mentioned several times on this blog that the ghosts aren’t actively doing
stuff every single day. Or are they and
just no one notices? Events can occur on one random day or over several
days in a row, then maybe nothing happens for weeks. However, it is helpful to
me to keep a list of the unexplained events as they happen, so when I throw a
blog post together, like right now, I have the ‘when’ and ‘what’ to easily
reference.
As previously mentioned several times, I cannot
and do not think every little weird thing that happens in my house is a ghost.
Some of the time, it’s something else. Take those squirrels two years ago, for
example. When they raced around the bay window area like they were in the Indy 500,
did I think they were ghosts? No I did not. Because ghosts and squirrels sound
nothing alike. Birds, squirrels, chipmunks, mice (eww--gross), my cat, the wind
and any other excuse you can throw out there to try to explain what is clearly
a real haunting (since at least the 1930’s, I might add) really don’t make the
sounds that are often heard here.
We already know the place is haunted, based on plenty
of eyewitness testimony spanning many years. I tell myself it’s no big deal,
but it IS a big deal on many levels, which I am sure I do not have to explain.
Does it bother me? No. I actually quite like it for the most part. Scary stuff
keeps you on your toes.
People want proof. I get that. I want it, too. Luckily,
I have a little. I have witnesses (there’s a long list of people who
experienced unmistakable paranormal activity in my house), I have a photo of 2
ghosts that showed up in a picture I took of the house, and I have perhaps the
most undeniable proof of all—the audio recording where I accidentally captured
the voice of a spirit. I don’t scare easy but that was pretty spine-tingling.
It’s here, if you missed it:
The two biggest incidents within the last two
months could be attributed to ghosts.
I cannot say with 100% certainty but I am certainly leaning towards this as the
answer, which I will explain.
This house has always been in our family, built by
my great-great-grandfather. My mother inherited it at some point along the way.
She, as well as quite a few others, was born right here in this house (in what
is now my laundry room). It was 1931. Women had their babies at home, delivered
by the local doctor, who had to be fetched via horse and wagon (think Little
House on the Prairie days). She grew up here, moved a short distance away after
getting married and then eventually moved back, with my father and me and my
brothers. I seem to be following in her footsteps as I pretty much did the
exact same thing. Luckily, as she aged, she was able to continue living in the
house that she adored (she loved the fact she had a few resident ghosts living
with her) until it was no longer safe for her to do so due to mobility issues.
The point of this super long historical paragraph is to drive home the point
that my mother, like her mother before her, never wanted to leave the house. The
day she had to move into a senior’s residence was probably one of the hardest
days of her life. I will forever acknowledge how brave she was during that
transition. That was my mom…rolling with the punches once again, quickly
becoming content and adapting to new situations gracefully.
The house is very homey, comfortable, and
welcoming so I can see why both of them had originally planned to just stay
here until their dying day. It did not work out that way for either of them. My
grandmother died in the hospital in 1981 and my mom slipped away one early summer
morning in 2023 at the senior’s home. However, just because they did not die
here in the house, does not mean they haven’t come back to visit.
If you’ve read other posts on this blog, you know
my grandmother has been seen several times in the house since she died. My
mother has not been seen in the house after her death, but I have most
definitely heard her voice here and attributed a few other incidents to her
possible ghostly presence.
Which brings me (finally) to the incident on
Mother’s Day recently. I should preface this by admitting that I will sometimes
talk out loud to my mom, telling her it’s okay if she wants to come by. I’ve
seen 2 very real ghosts in this house over the years. So naturally, I wouldn’t
mind if my mom just materialized. We have done lots of renovations here, which
are constantly ongoing (some days I swear they may never end), and I know my
mom would be very pleased to see things being upgraded and improved upon. So
sometimes I tell her to come check it out.
The
Chairs
May 11 this year was Mothers Day—my second one
without my mom, which to be honest felt just as horrible as the first one
without my mom. Regardless, I think I once again told my mom I missed her and
would love for her to come by. I remember the weather that day. It was slightly
windy and sunny and warm. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until late in
the afternoon.
We have two plastic Adirondack-style lawn chairs
positioned under one of our large maple trees on the front lawn.
Shaun and I were both in the house tidying up
before supper, when he said to me, “Look at the lawn chairs.”
I looked out through the dining room window and saw
that both chairs had been flipped completely upside down, in the same exact
positions.
We had both been outside just prior to this and I
had sat in one of those chairs for quite some time. When I got up to come
inside, both chairs were in their normal upright positions.
I found this quite unusual but Shaun flipped the
chairs back to their normal sitting position, we had supper and I began to
clean up and wash the dishes. About midway through this chore, I could clearly
hear someone overhead (in the large walk-in attic) walking around, the floor
boards creaking with every step. I was pretty sure Shaun was not up there so I
checked in the living room and sure enough—he was in there with a coffee and
the news on and assured me he had not just been upstairs. Winston, the cat, was
with me in the kitchen the whole time as he would never take the risk of
leaving the kitchen area during meal time, lest he not get fed. However, what I
heard were steps the size a human would make, not a cat.
This was not the first time I heard footsteps up
there when I was in the kitchen.
And it was not the last time there was an incident
with the lawn chairs.
One day recently, I once again mentioned out loud
that it would be nice if I could see my mother. Nothing unusual happened
throughout the day. My work day ended and I decided to go out and water the
flower gardens. It had been a nice warm sunny day with a bit of wind. I stepped
out on the doorstep and immediately noticed one of the lawn chairs flipped
completely upside down again, exactly like the previous time.
Notice I mentioned in both of these chair
incidents that it was a bit windy out. Because that is going to be your (and mine)
first assumption as to how these chairs got flipped upside down.
I’ve thought about this extensively. Here are the reasons I truly don’t think the wind was responsible:
1. We get wind, like everywhere else, ranging from a very slight breeze to all out raging hurricane-force winds that can bring down cranes in the middle of Halifax, move boulders and destroy roads and pavement. The wind on the day of the first chair flipping incident was quite mild. Certainly not enough to flip a chair over, let alone two. Nothing else on my property was disturbed by wind that day. The wind on the day of the second chair flipping incident was stronger, but still doubtful it could have upturned a chair.
On the same day of the second lawn chair flipping,
there were some strange noises. It was around 11:30 p.m. Winston (the cat)
normally hangs out with me in the living room in the evenings but recently his
favorite evening place is on a mat in the dining room. So on this particular
night, I was in the living room with the French door closed. I heard activity
against the door, assumed it was Winston asking to be let in, as he often does.
However, when I went to the door, he wasn’t there. Nothing visible was there. I
shrugged it off and closed the door again. A few minutes later I heard a fairly
large bang from the dining room area. I listened intently trying to figure out
what it could be. A minute or two passed and I heard it again. Was Winston
chasing a moth or bug maybe, thereby causing a banging noise somehow? I opened
the door to look. He hadn’t budged from his mat.
Within about 15 minutes, I headed upstairs to read
for awhile before going to sleep. Shaun was still awake reading. I told him
what I had heard. He had no explanation and assured me he had not made any
sounds like what I reported. Plus, I could tell the bangs were downstairs and
not overhead in any of the bedrooms.
We read a short while when the same bang noise
happened again. This time we both heard it. And this time it was definitely
upstairs with us; not in our bedroom, but definitely in another upstairs room.
He got up to investigate, looking in every room and even outside. No source
could be found. We went back to our reading and it happened one more time. Same
noise and still sounding like it was upstairs. Once again, he looked everywhere
and came up empty handed.
Now common sense will tell you this is not something
falling over in the house. One bang could possibly be that, but four of them?
Sorry. The same item cannot fall over four times. Plus, the first bangs were
definitely downstairs and the last two were definitely upstairs.
It was really windy outside this night but this does not solve the mystery. It was not a window rattling. It was not something banging against the house. Shaun thoroughly investigated the next morning outside and found absolutely nothing that could make a banging sound. Besides, once again, I assure you the bangs were happening INSIDE the house. And moved from the ground floor to upstairs.
We leave this filed under “unknown”.
Oh and by the way, as I mentioned-- the wind
picked up considerably the night of this occurrence. Did my lawn chairs flip
over? No, they did not. They did not move even a tiny bit. Take from that what
you will.
About a week after the first lawn chair flipping,
I was home alone working quietly when I heard a male voice yell out something
from another room, possibly the kitchen or dining room. It was one sentence but
because it was a considerable difference from me, I have no idea what exactly
he/it said.
Another day, while working, I heard a couple of
knocks from the same area. It sounded like it was in the house, maybe on the
dining room door, and not on the main kitchen door. I went to check it out in
case an actual person was at the door. But nope. Of course there wasn’t.
Two weeks later, I heard more footsteps overhead
in the attic area when no one was up there. This is happening quite a bit
lately.
Once again, about a week ago, while talking to my
son on the phone, a woman’s high pitched voice screeched out two unintelligible
words in the middle of our conversation. If you have read the blog, you will
know this has happened 2 times before; once was a man I could completely understand,
the second time was a woman exactly like this incident.
Immediately I asked my son if he just heard
that..? He said, “Heard what? The line just went dead for a couple of seconds.”
Not on my end. On my end, a female voice screeched
out two words.
We have no explanation for this. People will tell
you a phone can pick up baby monitors and other interference signals. I have
written about this before and also the reasons I am not convinced this is
what’s happening. The last time it happened, Scott heard it. This time, he
didn’t. That makes no sense if a baby monitor is the source. Second, if it was a baby monitor, why didn’t the last
two incidents sound like a normal voice? To be honest, it’s a voice straight
out of a horror movie.
This will also be filed under “unknown”.
Regardless of whether or not the lawn chairs
flipping and the mysterious phone voices are paranormal related, lots of stuff
that happens in our house definitely is, which leaves us with this question: why
do ghosts do these same things over and over?
You may think it is unusual for a ghost to
repeatedly do the same things, like flip chairs upside down, make banging
noises, take your stuff into another realm or dimension, knock on doors, walk
around in the upstairs of your house, butt into your phone conversations or say
things out loud for you to hear. However, based on many years’ experience, I
can tell you that being repetitive is one of their favorite things to do. I can
only assume it is because there is only a short list of things they can (or
want) to do so when they figure it’s show time, they don’t have a lot of
options. They figure they can walk around in your attic or interrupt your phone
conversation fairly easily but it would take them much larger amounts of energy
to rearrange the dishes in your pantry or do the laundry. Of course, this is
only my opinion and I could be way off, but none of my ghosts have ever laid a
finger on my bottle of Tide.
Lastly, I would like to update you on the disappearing coffee cup and hairdressing bag that went missing on February 18, 2025.
To refresh your memory, you can read about that
here:
If You Could Just Return My Things from the Afterlife
As of today, neither of these items has turned up
anywhere in our house.
Side note: as I type this, the lamp behind me is blinking on and off for no apparent reason.
Oh well…it’s just another regular night in our mysterious
house.
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