The Noises Continue

 

Back in January 2024, I wrote a blog post about the noises during the last year that have been clearly present in our house. Plenty of things have been heard, mostly by me (except for that one time I had a witness other than my cat—hold on to your Ouija board, I am getting to it).

Couple of things to consider with these noises:

1.  I haven’t actually SEEN anything strange within the past year. I have only heard it. That doesn’t mean it isn’t visual, but maybe I am just not in the same room when something is going on and therefore I am only hearing it.

2.  Maybe these entities are preferring to just make sounds and noises and can’t be bothered to materialize.

3. I am alone often during the day so there is usually no one else here to hear the noises.

4.  It is possible I have become more in tune with the clairaudient side of things. I have no idea why or how.

I can’t say for sure which of these is the explanation or if it is a combination of things, as I have been able to record some noises—not sure you can do that if you are experiencing the sounds through clairaudience through your own personal hearing ability. However, I have been in a room with someone else when noises were clear and present and only I heard it.

5. The source of the noises described in the previous blog posts and this one have been ruled out to be anything sensible and easily explained. Trust me when I say all have been investigated and found to NOT be: rodents, squirrels, chipmunks, the cat, birds, bats, and my all-time favorite from the skeptics: the house is “settling”. It’s an old house, built in 1871. It’s completely settled.

  I know what every single thing listed here sounds like, unfortunately. When you hear pots and pans crashing to the floor in the pantry at ten o’clock at night, trust me when I say that it is not caused by any of the things in this list. To put the proverbial nail in the coffin (see what I did there?) on that as an explanation, when the pantry was investigated, not a thing was out of place. Therefore, my cat and your alleged mouse were not having a wrestling match in the pantry and knocked ten stainless steel and aluminum pots to the floor. This goes for all the other unexplained sounds and rackets. If you read the blog, especially the posts about unknown noises, you can easily see for yourself that animals  is not the answer. Any time an animal was the answer, I did not write about it here because duh, the blog is about ghosts, spirits, and entities and not about animals in houses.

The reason we KNOW there are ghosts in our house is because over the years many different people (myself included)  have seen, felt, smelled, photographed and heard them. Name a form of communication and we have received it from these ghosts. It has been ongoing for generations and so far, is completely harmless.

Some additional auditory incidents have occurred within the last little while:

 

The Music

About 2 months ago, we were having supper in the kitchen. The house was quiet; no appliances like washer, dryer or tv were on. We hadn’t  been at the table long when behind me I suddenly heard music that seemed to be coming from one corner of the kitchen. It sounded kind of far away but still within earshot. I’d like to say it was something good like Aerosmith or Van Halen but no—it was soft orchestra music. I turned my head and concentrated on listening  to be sure I was hearing what I thought I was actually hearing. I was. Shaun was also at the dinner table and when I asked him if he heard it, he said no, pausing to listen closely but could not hear a thing while I continued to hear it. No, I don’t have ringing in my ears. There was definitely music there and after a minute or so, it stopped.

Fast forward a few weeks, same scenario: supper at the table. The music started again, soft and faraway but definitely there. I asked Shaun again if he could hear that. This time he said yes. We listened for a minute and it eventually stopped. Neither of us have any explanation for that.

Side note, and written about elsewhere on the blog: my mother always told me the story of the time she was a little girl in this house and one evening her father suddenly stood up, stating he could  hear music coming from upstairs. He proceeded up the staircase, with her on his heels and then she also heard the music and became terrified. They did not have a radio or anything similar that music could be played on. It was the mid 1930’s. Halfway up the stairs, the music stopped. My mother’s mother had been with them when the unexplained music started but she never heard a thing.

 

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It was June 11, 2024. I was home alone working. The house was quiet. I gotta have it quiet when I am working. Winston the cat was nearby power-napping. I had a kitchen window propped open but the main door was locked. I was working away doing some complex math formula thing from my office in the far end of the house when I heard someone cough. Based on the sound level of the cough, I would guesstimate they were likely in the dining room. I paused what I was doing and listened. Winston became alert and popped his head up off the chair because he was aware it was just him and me in the house. There was no more coughing after the initial outburst, but I did get up to look in case someone could have had their head close to my open/screened kitchen window and coughing. No one was there. No sign of anyone outside or inside. It was definitely a man’s cough, as it was deeper than what a woman would normally sound like. Maybe my long-departed father was inhaling one of those unfiltered cigarettes he was so fond of? I guess whoever it was just wanted my attention. Okay, you got it. Now what?

A Familiar Sound

Not long after the coughing incident on another day when I was home alone working, I heard a very interesting sound from the kitchen. Again, the cat was in his usual spot on a chair near me. The house was quiet. Suddenly from the kitchen area, I heard a noise. Shaun had left a few minutes earlier to go to an appointment so I went to check if he had come back for something. I could see through the dining room windows that one of our vehicles was gone, so I knew he hadn’t returned. I went into the kitchen to have a look when it suddenly and clearly dawned on me what the noise was I had heard: It was the unmistakable sound of the woodstove door opening.

I have heard it millions of times over the years; the metal handle turning and the door creaking open. Nothing else sounds like that. My mother used to put wood in that stove continually, even in the summer if she considered it cold out, which was most of the time. She did this right up until she moved to a nursing home in 2022.

Normally, the sound of the woodstove door opening  would not be concerning except on this particular day, the woodstove was not even in the kitchen anymore, plus I was alone in the house. We had moved the stove to a location in the back porch a few weeks earlier because the kitchen floor is undergoing repairs.

The weather was sort of damp, yet humid and muggy on that day, and if my mother had been here, she definitely would have had a fire going in that stove, and said she was cold while the rest of us died from the heat.

I guess she was throwing another log on. “There’s nothing like wood heat”, she often said.

I actually rather enjoy the fact that this incident happened, knowing my mom might possibly still be around at times. I miss her immensely.

I’ve heard nothing unusual since that day but the ghosts come and go so there’s no predicting when the next incident will be.

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Sounds & Noises

 

This blog post is about noises. If you’ve been following my blog about the haunted homestead, you probably read the June/2023 post about the ridiculous gargantuan noise I heard in the middle of the day on the staircase, which to this day cannot be explained.

Noises seem to be front and center lately (aside from the freaky lights incident written about here):  

                                                   Freaky Light Incident

I haven’t visually witnessed anything out of the ordinary these last few months, but there was plenty of that over the years witnessed by myself and others (most of which is on the blog).

I don’t know if noises are just the preferred communication method from the dearly departed these days, or if I am somewhat becoming more “in tune” with that sense. I wouldn’t exactly say I am becoming ‘clairaudient” as I don’t really hear paranormal sounds like truly clairaudient people do. I just hear stuff that is within regular hearing ability. I am the only one in the house some days. At night, I am the last one to bed. Therefore, that leaves me alone in a large rambling (and haunted) house with lots of quiet time. The lack of visual manifestations could be attributed to the fact that I have been known to tell them that I am here working and I don’t need to see spirits drifting throughout the rooms of my house trying to freak me out. Believe it or not, this has been effective before. They are cooperative, I will give them that. I imagine them going, “Well, she said she doesn’t want to SEE us but maybe we can make some noise so she doesn’t forget we live here, too.”

When I say “noises”, I don’t mean a wayward mouse in the attic who deservedly stepped into a trap. I mean sometimes a voice….sometimes footsteps walking….and louder things that make you really stop and think of what a perfectly normal explanation for the source could be, especially when you are the only one in the house, the cat is by your side, and you very clearly hear these things.

Just this morning, I got up a half hour early because I could hear something downstairs and had to double check it wasn’t a burglar. It wasn’t. Missing out on sleep is not something I would do unless I had to, so this confirms the seriousness of the situation.

Yes, there are sounds and noises in everyone’s house --for which explanations can be found: you left a radio on somewhere, your dog knocked over a shelf, your kids are jumping on their bed, etc. This is not what I am talking about. I am talking about things like unmistakable footsteps coming down the hallway behind you when there is not another living soul in your house.(emphasis on “living”.)

I have been keeping a list of the recent events. I have written about them here in order of “Hey, that’s not THAT unusual” to “Are you serious??” and not by the date they happened. And yeah, I am “dead” serious.

In June (2023), I was in the living room and heard someone walk down every stair of the staircase (just outside the living room). I was home alone.

About the footsteps I mentioned in the upstairs hallway: It was August (2023), late afternoon. I was home alone. The cat was off somewhere in the middle of a 22 hour nap. I exited my bedroom (which used to be the most haunted room in the house) and walked down the hallway to descend the stairs. When I reached the end of the hall, I could very clearly hear footsteps coming behind me. Of course I turned to look, sort of hoping I’d see (and sort of hoping I wouldn’t see) some long-departed relative, but nope. No one in sight. You know when someone walks on a creaky floor constructed in 1871. Trust me on this.

August was a paranormally- active month. On the 31^st, I was home alone, working in my home office in the far end of the living room. The house was quiet. Winston was lounging on a chair. All doors were locked; pop-in visitors could not enter unbeknownst to me. Yet, I could hear noises in the dining room or kitchen, like something substantial being moved around. Winston became alert and stared in the direction of the noise. I took a gander for visual evidence, but nothing could be seen.

And then in the middle of September, I heard one of the most intriguing noises of all.

Once again, I was home alone, working. The house was quiet. I started hearing hammering/banging noises, possibly on the kitchen end of the house, not right near me or above me. The sound was intermittent, off and on. This went on for about 2 hours. 

I proceeded to check around IN the house and outside for possible shed doors banging or the source of the racket. Everything was locked up tight and there was nothing outside to make that noise. It sounded very much like someone working on/hammering on the end of the house. It could not have been any neighbors— they are too far away to be heard with my windows shut. I was able to record this on my phone and have played it for a couple of people who also agree it sounded like a carpenter was pounding nails for awhile.

There are paranormal occurrences known as residual hauntings which are like a replaying of events from the past. I had written about it here:

                                                                       Classifying a Haunting

It is not out of the question that this is what that was.

Back to the action-packed month of August, I was sitting at the dining room table writing a few thank you cards. It was early evening, still daylight and clear out. Suddenly, I heard the metal door knocker on the front door knock 3 times. It’s a very distinct sound. I was sitting very close to the window that looks out at that door and could see no one was there. I went out to check anyway just in case someone 2 feet tall was on my doorstep. They weren’t. I think I said something like, “Well, if you want to come in, come in. You don’t have to knock.” I returned to what I was doing but nothing else transpired. Just “someone” wanting their presence known again, I think.

Within a few days of that incident, I was in the kitchen washing dishes around 6:00 in the evening. Shaun was in the living room. I heard someone kind of far away yell, “Rebecca!” It was unmistakable. I know my name when I hear it, duh. I walked into the living room to ask Shaun what he wanted. He told me he had not called my name. Nor did he hear it. There was no one else in the house. This would not be the only time a disembodied spirit called my name.

A few weeks later, I was reading in bed and had turned off my lamp to get some shut-eye. It was probably between 12:00-12:30. The house was super quiet. I laid there attempting to drift off when suddenly I heard my mom call my name: “Rebecca!”

It completely startled me, as she died 2 months before. The familiarity of her voice surprised and saddened me at the same time. I remember sitting right up and thinking, “That’s my mom!” I had missed the sound of her voice so much and while I was very happy to hear it again, it instantly reminded me that she was gone. A part of me was super happy though, that she--my mom, the person who gave me life, the person I’ve known the longest and miss the most, was capable and able to speak to ME from the afterlife. I didn’t care that it was just one word—my name—but it meant more to me than all the other paranormal experiences put together in ways I cannot even convey.

I wasn’t thinking of her as I laid there to go to sleep, so it was not wishful thinking. I was definitely not asleep yet so it was not a dream or even one of those small pre-dreams when you are just about asleep and beginning to enter a dream state. I had been actually fully awake when I heard it. It could not have been more clear and it was 100% definitely her voice. I did not get the sense that she was in the room with me. I can only think she wanted to make contact in a gentle way. That would be my mom in a nutshell.

She lived in this house most of her life. She had more paranormal experiences than anyone else I have ever known. I know sometimes those things scared her but for the most part, she found them intriguing, as do I, and we had many, many discussions surrounding what she, and others, have witnessed under this roof. She would always tell me the latest of what she saw or heard, followed by, “You know, I can’t really tell anyone but you about this or people will think I’m crazy. But I know what I saw.” I always reminded her it is hard for people who do not experience these things to fully grasp the unknown. But we knew.

She had some kind of quality whereby paranormal activity was very easy for her to experience. I am convinced some people just aren’t capable of it. Her first encounter with this was when she was a very small child in the 1930’s and she never forgot that throughout her life.

She was not the least bit “crazy” and when she died, she was as sensible and sane as you are. She just happened to live in a haunted house. And now, so do I. 

Lastly, back to August again, I was alone in the living room one night watching tv. I got up to head to the kitchen when I heard a HUGE crash, that sounded like pots and pans being dropped (definitely sounded like metal objects), in the direction of the kitchen or pantry. As no one else was in the kitchen or pantry, one wonders what exactly could have made a noise of this magnitude. No plausible reason was ever found.

I don’t expect the sounds and noises will ever permanently stop. Imagine having to live in your house without making a single sound. Impossible. And probably someday, I will turn around and out of nowhere a spirit will manifest itself (wouldn’t be the first time) and maybe we will really look at each other and I will say, “Okay, you’re my next blog post topic. Have a seat. I have questions.”

Stay tuned for that.

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Giving New Meaning To The Term "Ghosted"

 

I recently moved back to the empty homestead after 20 years of living in another town an hour and a half away. Our mother had moved into a senior’s facility and visiting the house after she was no longer there, it felt noticeably empty and different, like there was no life left in it. It was the very first time no one lived in the house for 152 years.

But like a truly haunted house, it’s never really empty.

There were times over the last few years when I would ask her if there had been any ghostly activity happening, as is the norm. (For example, one day when she was sitting on her lawn chair, a man materialized out of thin air on the front lawn, and walked toward her and had a seat on the doorstep. He smiled at her and in the next few seconds disappeared). She often had something weird to report, and I wanted to know about it.

She had also reported to me several times that when lying in bed reading at night or trying to drift off to sleep, she would hear “movement” out in the dining room. Of course I asked her a million questions about this event, starting with the obvious to see if an intruder had gained entry, although all doors and entrances were locked. She said it sounded like someone in the dining room moving about. This was not an isolated event. She heard it many times over the years on many nights. On occasion, she would pass through the dining room on her way to the bathroom, but nothing visible was causing the noise. In the daylight, nothing appeared to be moved or out of place. Yet, for hours, what sounded like the movement of at least one individual could clearly be heard in the dining room.

Now that I live here, I am often in the living room at night which is adjacent to the dining room. A French door connects the two rooms. I also have heard the “movement” in the dining room on many nights. It is exactly as she described: it sounds just like someone moving around the room; perhaps like soft walking and the effects of footsteps on old floorboards, and sounds like things in the room being moved slightly. I have opened the door and gone into the dining room during this activity. Nothing can be seen with the naked eye and the noise tends to stop upon entering.  I have stared through the French door glass panes prior to opening it but cannot see anything happening. It is not my cat. He is always camped out on my couch that time of night. My mother no longer had a cat for the last few years she lived here.

Prior to moving in, my son and I were in the kitchen one day after lunch, during a ‘cleaning weekend’. I had my back to him, washing dishes. A fluorescent light is right above the counter, which I was facing. He was sitting at the table with the overhead kitchen light on above him.

We just happened to be talking about the house and some of the unusual activity from previous years when I said to him that after I am living there, I wondered if certain “ghosts” would be around haunting the place. I no longer had the words out of my mouth, when the fluorescent light in front of me started flickering on and off at an alarming rate. I stared at it, trying to figure out what was happening, when my son said, “Do you see THAT”?, to which I said, “Yes, I see it. It’s right in front of me.” He said, “No! The overhead light is flickering on and off like crazy!” I turned around to see it blinking on and off, at the exact same time the fluorescent light was doing the same thing. It looked like something out of a horror movie. The flickering of both lights was occurring at a rate faster than you could ever flip the switch on and off. We laughed, not altogether surprised such a thing would occur in this house. I said, “Okay, okay, ghosts. We get it.”

It has just been short of a month since the move-in. Other than the “noises” in the dining room, not much can be attributed to ghostly activity. They have been pretty quiet.

Until one day last week.

I will preface this by saying inexplicable noises have been one of their favorite ways of making their presence known over the years. And over many  years. There is a long list of relatives and friends who have heard their shenanigans going back to times before I was even born. They have also appeared a few times (okay, a lot of times) but noises seem to be their preferred method of ‘communication’.

A few examples:

My mom vividly remembers, and often has told us, the story of being a young child (so circa 1930’s) when suddenly one night, music could be heard in the upstairs of the house. She was terrified for two reasons:

1) Her parents were scared and bewildered by this, thereby freaking her out even more.

 2) It was the early 30’s. There was no piece of equipment in the house that could play music.

She ventured part way up the staircase on the heels of her father, stopping halfway up when the music stopped as suddenly as it started.

 

I vividly remember, and have previously written about on this blog, about being ten years old and hearing loud continuous bangs on my bedroom wall at night, coming from the spare bedroom on the other side. Envision, if you will, someone pounding on a wall with their fist to try to get your attention. Loudly. Repeatedly. Forcefully. The spare bedroom had no one in it. Guess who didn’t sleep in her room on those nights and ran down the stairs reporting the unexplained terrifying racket to her parents?

 There have also been a few incidents over the years of household members and visitors hearing explosive noises outside the house. One was so loud, my father and brothers thought a car had crashed into the house. Of course, they checked it out. Nothing was ever found.

But I digress and bring you the more recent events…..

 About a week and a half ago, I was home alone, engrossed in my work in my home office with my cat sleeping on the nearby couch. Suddenly, one of the loudest noises I have ever heard here snapped me out of my work-trance. On the other side of one of the living room walls is the staircase. What I heard can only be described as something large (human sized or bigger/heavier) running or tumbling down the stairs. I could not imagine what would be making such an enormous racket and for a brief moment I entertained the thought that someone (or something) must be in the house. However, not many burglars make a ridiculous noise of this magnitude. Winston (the aforementioned cat) was super-alarmed. He kept staring at the wall with the big eyes.

 I tiptoed to the French door to have a peek. I really actually wanted it be a ghost. I can handle those. I know what to do with those. (turns out the answer is “nothing”…..just let them live here.) I did NOT want it to be some crazed animal because what in the world am I going to do in THAT situation? But the thought of it being an animal seemed quite absurd. How would an animal get inside my house and furthermore, come running down the stairs? Pretty much impossible. I looked out through the glass door panes as much as I dared, praying I wouldn’t see wildlife looking back at me. I didn’t.

I didn’t see anything. But it felt  creepy. Most of the time I do not feel creeped out here. I grew up here and it’s home. Sure, there were some scary times as a kid (and later as an adult) but once you realize something besides your human family lives in your house, you just kind of accept it and go about your daily business. But that day with the noise on the stairs, it felt a bit different.

A few hours later I decided to take some random pics in the dining room. Since the staircase is very close, I thought there might be a chance something would manifest itself in a photo as this was possible other times (peruse the blog for previous encounters and photographic evidence of things that happened).

To my surprise, many orbs were present. The photo quality is not the greatest (thanks, lame phone camera) and hardly worth posting, but the orbs were definitely there (albeit streaky and kind of faint). I turned on the video on my phone and as I recorded, I could see hundreds of orbs floating and streaking around. Most times, what people refer to or think of as orbs of the paranormal variety, are dust or particles of something in the air, even insects or light interference. Most times. But not all.

 In the dining room area where I recorded, the only possible thing the orbs could be (besides a paranormal thing) are dust. However, the room had been completely cleaned and spotless—not super recently so as to stir up dust particles, but certainly quite clean enough that miniscule dust fragments would not be present in the air at the rate that was visible in the video. It literally looked like it was snowing in the dining room.

To test the dust theory, I took more pics in the adjacent rooms and also again in the dining room the next day and cannot replicate the orbs even a little bit.

This is not to say definitively that the orbs were paranormal in nature. But it is quite likely,  given the noise on the staircase earlier (indicating “something” was around), and my inability to capture orbs on video or in pictures in adjacent rooms and the same room the next day, thereby eliminating the theory that it was dust.

 

Skeptics will offer their two cents worth on the “noise on the staircase” encounter, with the following:

-It was the wind. (This is Nova Scotia. Sure, we’ve had some hurricanes and tropical storms over the years but not once…not ONCE, has the wind ever sounded like several people racing down the staircase.)

 -It was one of those squirrels you said were in the front part of your house. (There were 2 small squirrels. In one part of the roof, they made a little scratching sound before they were captured. At no time, in the history of any vermin in this 150+ year old house, has any of them ever sounded like that. That’s like comparing a tiny bird chirping to the roar of an angry fully grown group of lions.)

-You imagined it. (Uhhh no. You know, my cat is really smart but he is not SO smart that he could “ imagine” a huge noise at the exact time I would “imagine” one. This is super ridiculous.)

Or my own personal favorite:

- It was the house “settling”. (Houses “settling” is a thing. Newly built houses are generally done settling in a year or two, depending how well or where they are built. There are lots of factors to contribute to house settling. But since the house was built in 1871, there aren’t going to be many noises coming from the architecture of its construction today, unless something drastic should shift underneath of it, which to date, has not happened. Oh yeah, plus..it wouldn’t occur on the staircase. Duh.)

I don’t blame people for trying to come up with explanations and solutions. It’s normal human behaviour. In fact, I love nothing more than to discuss hauntings and consider what else could be the cause of things that are seen and heard. But going back for many generations, there have been too many encounters experienced by many, many people to things that have gone on in this house, resulting in some of them swearing they’d never sleep here again and turning other hard skeptics into full-blown believers. Besides, once you see the ghosts for yourself (myself and many others actually have), then you know it’s real.

I am not here to change your mind if you don’t believe in the paranormal. I am totally okay with anyone who thinks it’s horse crap. (I think The Kardashians are horse crap, yet they still continue to exist). The main reason I write this blog is to keep a concise record of what has transpired. I also think people have a right to know these things do actually happen. It’s not that scary. You just have to get used to it.

It is also part of our family history and the history of the house. I’ve lived in a non-haunted house the last 20 years and I gotta tell you, it is far less interesting. Far.

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And Then There Was That Ghost...

You don’t have to go too far into the categories on this blog to know our haunted homestead has a ridiculous amount of completely unexplained events happening. We are used to that sort of thing (for the most part).

This incident happened in October 2019. I was there for a visit and had asked about recent activity but no one had seen or heard anything lately. That night after I was back in my own non-haunted house, my son’s girlfriend sent me a video she was innocently recording when a ghost upstairs in the house decided to intervene.

They have a dog and two cats and to get them all to snuggle together at the same time pretty much never happens. However, at this particular time, all three animals were having a nice little snooze-fest on the bed while their owners were watching tv in their bedroom, so my son’s girlfriend decided to take a quick video of the super-cuteness happening. The only other person in the house was my mother, downstairs in the kitchen.

About seven seconds into filming, a rather large noise suddenly came from outside their bedroom in the hallway. This startled both of them, and both the cats (evident in the video capture) as they realized that anyone capable of making that noise was currently sitting on their bed and nowhere near the hallway. So naturally, there was quite a bit of “What the &^%* was that??!”

My son got up and went to have a look, followed by his girlfriend who was still recording.

Trust me when I say when you hear something like that in that house and bravely go investigate, you never know what you are going to find. The fact that a video was incidentally being shot was a bonus.

So in the upstairs hallway towards the large bay windows, there is a metal shelving unit, home to a few different collectibles. The item in the middle of the top shelf was now on the floor on the carpet. Nothing else was disturbed. It had also not been sitting close to the edge and in any danger of falling.

To fully analyze this further, I have to agree that things can fall over. Generally, there is a reason, such as the item is close to the edge of a shelf and something jarring happens to knock it down. This was not the case. It was not too close to the edge and nothing jarring happened.

The oddest piece of the puzzle, which is substantiated luckily by the video, is that the noise it made did not match the end result. The noise was much bigger and sounded like something really big fell down and hit something other than a carpeted floor.

I am calling "ghost" on this one, for several reasons.

1. We all know the place is haunted; this is substantiated by actual appearances of ghosts by several different people, phantom cars every now and then, phone calls from people who have died, evidence in pictures (HERE and HERE), personal items gone into and returned from the afterlife (read it HERE), ghost cats, and unexplained voices, just to mention a few things.

2. There has often been ghostly activity in the upstairs of the house: doors unlocking by themselves, doors opening and closing by themselves, items moving around and disappearing, footsteps pacing in the hall, unseen hands tucking little kids into bed….you get the idea. Please read back through the blog for more.

3. Once again, the sound did not match the falling of that one ornament. As a comparison, if you dropped a bowl on the floor but it sounded like you dropped a tv on the floor, that would be the type of anomaly I am trying to get at here.

4. There was no one around the shelf in the hallway at the time of the incident.

Sorry, but it isn’t rocket science. 

There are ghosts. Plain and simple. 

It’s okay though. They are okay to live with, most of the time. It’s not like the devil himself is suddenly showing up in the middle of the night. Well, actually, there was that time when a hoof shaped "foot"print mysteriously appeared burned into the carpet in an upstairs bedroom….

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