Recently, I was fortunate enough to capture a couple of Ghost Faces (link) in pictures. I say “fortunate”
because it is an almost-impossible feat.
Most ghost photos are either staged, mistaken identity or wishful
thinking that can’t be proven. Luckily, the ones I took have been scrutinized
by photograph enthusiasts and paranormal experts. Ninety nine percent concluded
that they are pretty much the real deal.
Since that, more substantial, tangible evidence has emerged
in the living room of our old house. At first, when I was informed of what
happened, I hesitated to even write about it, simply for the fact that it’s
hard to believe. But then I considered the fact that unless you know the house
and my family, you may not put too much stock in what has transpired there. And
until you see it for yourself, it may not make sense to you logically. Since
this blog is about the paranormal events of the house and the property on which
it sits, it would almost be a disservice to not report the latest.
I can only tell you these things do happen. Draw your own
conclusions and opinions, as I have often instructed before.
Trust me when I say that when you grow up in a haunted
house, you get used to the activity pretty quickly. It’s just a part of
everyday life after a while. There were lots of sentences like, “My (fill in
the blank) is missing and it was right here 5 seconds ago.”, “There’s a lot of
banging on the walls in that empty bedroom.”, “Did anyone else hear someone
walking around in the hallway last night after we all went to bed?” “Did you
just see what I saw standing in the pantry?”
It becomes the new norm. Our
norm anyway and I can say with confidence based on worldwide reports that we
were never the only ones forced to live with ghosts. But, thankfully, they were
(and continue to be) always harmless so while it is unusual living conditions,
there was not much to be done about it and life just went on anyway. Of course,
considering the many generations and known apparitions in the house, my mother
never wanted them shooed away. Frankly, neither did I as I got older. The
paranormal became fascinating on many levels to me. As a kid, I would have
loved for them all to have gone away and stop scaring the bejesus out of me. I
would have loved to have gone to bed at night not scared.
Just once.
But it
never happened.
As an adult, I welcome any new activity. It is exciting,
mysterious, and offers a glimpse into a world of which we know pretty much
nothing about.
The activity is not based on just one person’s account of
what happened. There have been many witnesses over the years to things that
have happened. The point of this post or the blog is not to convince anyone
of the validity by pointing and saying, “Look! We have a real haunted house
here!” It is more like, “Come in for a cup of coffee or dinner. Oh by the way,
you might see a ghost. You might not. But they are likely hanging around.”
Believe it. Don’t believe it. That is entirely up to you. Some of it goes outside the normal realm of what you consider an
average haunting; much of it does not.
Having said all that, sometimes something happens in that
house that even by my standards I have a hard time wrapping my brain around,
which is hard to do when you have photographic evidence and real, honest, trustworthy,
no-nonsense people telling you that “this is what just happened.”
So for several weeks now, my son has been renovating various
sections of the house, concentrating mainly on the living room floor. He
removed the old carpeting to expose the beautiful, wider floor boards which are
original, put down around 1871. Yesterday when he went in to do some more work,
he found footprints on the wooden floor boards. There were several obvious (barefoot),
child-size footprints on the wood floor. They look wet, but he assures me they absolutely are not. They did not
wipe off; they are just there. The floor was mopped later on and the prints
remained.
A few interesting
facts about this:
1)
The prints were NOT there the day before.
2)
They go across the floor into the wall at a particular spot that many years ago, there was a
door there leading into a bedroom on the other side of the wall. The door was
taken out and made into a solid wall at some point.
3)
No one in the house has a foot that size; nor did
the three people (all adults) currently in the house go into the room during
the time period mentioned.
The pictures speak for themselves. My son and the others
were shocked and astounded that these footprints somehow materialized on the
floor overnight. When my son told me about this and sent me the pictures he
took, I was amazed.
The footprints could belong to “Willie”, a child who died
there at the age of 5, in approx. 1873 from measles. We believe his spirit has
made his presence known over the years, most notably when I slept there one
night and he came in my bedroom in the middle of the night. He was one of the
children of the man who built this house in 1871. The house has remained in our
family since then.
The ghost faces in the pictures I took also occurred when
the home renovations were happening. Are the deceased curious as to what is
happening to their “home”? Are they unhappy that things are changing, or just
keeping an eye on how things are going? Or is the materialization of the spirit
faces and footprints not at all related to any reno work, and would have
occurred anyway? It doesn’t really matter, I suppose.
Both happened and there is
photographic evidence.
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