Growing up in the northern U.S. was very nice. During the winters
we had lots of snow and the summers always seemed comfortable, with a
breeze coming off of the lakes. I grew up in a home that was well over
100 years old. The basement was made of large, hand cut stone, stacked
tightly together. It was dark and musty. The steps coming out of the
basement, to the outside, were very large stones that led to a slanted
drop door. There was a large oil furnace that took up almost half the
basement, plus two oil tanks in the corner. There were shelves along
the walls, for canned food, and an antique stove to cook on.
The house was a two-story farm-house. It had asbestos shingles and black wood shutters that my Dad put around the windows. It had a small front porch. I wish I had more pics of the house I grew up in, but back then there was no such thing as digital cameras and pics were not taken as often. My room, was upstairs, in the front. Me and my dad had paneled and carpeted the room and made it livable. It was a cozy place, much love and many fun times, but we worked too. My Dad always had a garden and i hated to silk corn and string beans. It was part of being a family tho’. My sis and I stringed beans and Mom and Dad canned them. I still have the antique stove from our basement, that we canned on.
Well, now that I have given you a vision of the home I grew up in, I will share some of the strange things that happened there.
There were many times that I came home from school, unlocked the door, went inside and I would here noises upstairs. It sounded like someone walking around. I would walk or should I say run? Next door, to where my Dad worked and he would come home and check it out. Nothing there. One time he came home tho’ and a bird had gotten into the attic. That one we could explain. It had even knocked a lamp over.
Mom and dad use to have prayer meetings and church services at the house, I remember one night during a prayer service, a shadow moved in front of the upstairs door. I called it an angel. The Lighthouse song was what was playing on the stereo, to the best of my memory. It gave me chills. Then one night while having a meeting on Warren Ave. a pair of work boots stumbled down the stairway. My mom had me to move them upstairs underneath my clothes rack. I did and they came down the stairs again. Everyone just laughed it off. Once, OK. but Twice or more? That was then.
Well, things didn’t happen all the time but as time went on, it seemed to get worse. When my first husband and I got married we lived in the house. My parents had built them a new home, so we rented the old one. We were in bed one night. Not drunk or on drugs. I want to clear that up first. LOL ! We heard someone walking up and down the steps of the basement. Now the old oil boiler, in the basement, had a flapper on it, that made noises but that is not what we heard. Remember I grew up here and I knew the flapper sound well. It was something on the stairs. There was a guest room to the rear of the house that we always kept the door shut on, unless someone spent the night with us. My Ex got a shotgun, gave me the twenty-two, put me under the bed and he went to the door of our room. He hollered out “Come out or I will shoot!” . At that exact moment the quest room door opened, and my ex, slammed our bedroom door shut. I told him we had to get whom ever it was, out of the house. We went out of our room, holding up our guns, pointing toward the open living room. We searched the quest room, no one there. We went to the bathroom to check the basement door. It was still locked. We unlocked it and went to the basement. All was in order there. There was no one in our house except us. I cannot explain what went on that night but I have never forgotten it. It was real and the two of us knew, it was something that could not be explained and people would not believe. I was really scared that night.
But the scariest thing that happened to me, in that house. Happened to me when I was alone. It wasthe evening a tall, handsome, blond apparition appeared to me.
I was separated from my first husband. I had “Come back and stay”, by Paul Young, playing over and over, on my stereo. I was laying on my fully made bed, listening to the song play, while I mourned my separation. I was lonely and depressed. The 45 record was streaming out my inner feelings.
I was lying there when a tall, muscular man with long, thick blond hair, in leather pants stood before me. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes upon. He towered above me. I was in awe and scared at the same time. Now what happened to me next is beyond what any horror story could tell. It happened to me. It was real! If I get up the nerve I will share with you, in my next post. Have a great evening. Hugs and Kisses.
The house was a two-story farm-house. It had asbestos shingles and black wood shutters that my Dad put around the windows. It had a small front porch. I wish I had more pics of the house I grew up in, but back then there was no such thing as digital cameras and pics were not taken as often. My room, was upstairs, in the front. Me and my dad had paneled and carpeted the room and made it livable. It was a cozy place, much love and many fun times, but we worked too. My Dad always had a garden and i hated to silk corn and string beans. It was part of being a family tho’. My sis and I stringed beans and Mom and Dad canned them. I still have the antique stove from our basement, that we canned on.
Well, now that I have given you a vision of the home I grew up in, I will share some of the strange things that happened there.
There were many times that I came home from school, unlocked the door, went inside and I would here noises upstairs. It sounded like someone walking around. I would walk or should I say run? Next door, to where my Dad worked and he would come home and check it out. Nothing there. One time he came home tho’ and a bird had gotten into the attic. That one we could explain. It had even knocked a lamp over.
Mom and dad use to have prayer meetings and church services at the house, I remember one night during a prayer service, a shadow moved in front of the upstairs door. I called it an angel. The Lighthouse song was what was playing on the stereo, to the best of my memory. It gave me chills. Then one night while having a meeting on Warren Ave. a pair of work boots stumbled down the stairway. My mom had me to move them upstairs underneath my clothes rack. I did and they came down the stairs again. Everyone just laughed it off. Once, OK. but Twice or more? That was then.
Well, things didn’t happen all the time but as time went on, it seemed to get worse. When my first husband and I got married we lived in the house. My parents had built them a new home, so we rented the old one. We were in bed one night. Not drunk or on drugs. I want to clear that up first. LOL ! We heard someone walking up and down the steps of the basement. Now the old oil boiler, in the basement, had a flapper on it, that made noises but that is not what we heard. Remember I grew up here and I knew the flapper sound well. It was something on the stairs. There was a guest room to the rear of the house that we always kept the door shut on, unless someone spent the night with us. My Ex got a shotgun, gave me the twenty-two, put me under the bed and he went to the door of our room. He hollered out “Come out or I will shoot!” . At that exact moment the quest room door opened, and my ex, slammed our bedroom door shut. I told him we had to get whom ever it was, out of the house. We went out of our room, holding up our guns, pointing toward the open living room. We searched the quest room, no one there. We went to the bathroom to check the basement door. It was still locked. We unlocked it and went to the basement. All was in order there. There was no one in our house except us. I cannot explain what went on that night but I have never forgotten it. It was real and the two of us knew, it was something that could not be explained and people would not believe. I was really scared that night.
But the scariest thing that happened to me, in that house. Happened to me when I was alone. It wasthe evening a tall, handsome, blond apparition appeared to me.
I was separated from my first husband. I had “Come back and stay”, by Paul Young, playing over and over, on my stereo. I was laying on my fully made bed, listening to the song play, while I mourned my separation. I was lonely and depressed. The 45 record was streaming out my inner feelings.
I was lying there when a tall, muscular man with long, thick blond hair, in leather pants stood before me. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes upon. He towered above me. I was in awe and scared at the same time. Now what happened to me next is beyond what any horror story could tell. It happened to me. It was real! If I get up the nerve I will share with you, in my next post. Have a great evening. Hugs and Kisses.
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