In the summer of 1994, my soon-to-be husband, our 5
month old son, and myself moved to an old house in this
little town called Cedarville in Southern New Jersey.
Our house stood on a nasty curve often referred to, by
the locals, as Dead Man's Curve. No big deal. People come
up with names like that all the time for places where a lot
of accidents occur. We paid it no mind.
The one thing that
did unnerve me about the house at first was that the porch
was only a mere two or three feet from the actual road.
Even that, did not dampen our spirits. We were just over-
joyed about this house, you know, it being our first place
and all!! All was well until we got settled in.
Instinctively, I knew then and there that something was
not right about this house. I have had that sixth sense
before, in other situations, other locations, and I have
never been wrong.
As soon as we moved in, we had issues with our son: He
refused to be in his room, we never had this problem
before, so I placed his crib against the door so it could
never be closed. Still, he would scream to the point of
risking a hernia and always looked toward the closet.
I refused to go in to the attic or basement, I don't really
have an explanation except it sent chills down my spine.
Shortly after our marriage, which was close to
Halloween, I was in the living room with my son and sister-
in-law. It was broad day light and we saw shadows moving on
the wall, all around the room. I called my best friend, GinaBaby to come over and she
had an eerie feeling before she even entered the house. She
witnessed some strange stuff, too: shadows in the living
room, the feeling of being watched, shuffling noises
upstairs when nobody was upstairs and doors closing by
themselves. We told my husband and he said we were all
being silly.
By Christmastime, he changed his mind when we had the
X-mas lights that play music in the foyer going up the
staircase. Now mind you, I had personally unplugged them
every night before going to bed. He awoke one night to the
sound of music playing and pulsating lights. He then woke
me to tell me that I had forgotten to unplug them. I told
him, "I did and you watched me do it, remember we came to
bed at the same time?"
He paused and gave me a strange look. He went to the
closet and pulled out a baseball bat and proceeded down the
stairs to find not a soul. When he came back up, he looked
pale, but never said a word. I asked what was wrong and he
told me to 'just go back to bed'.
That weekend, our son went to stay at my Grandparents
house. On the first night our boy was gone and when we were
getting ready to go to bed we heard a baby crying. Knowing
our son wasn't home, we just dismissed it... at first. It
continued and was getting louder. We got a little concerned
so we went outside to the porch to look around, thinking
maybe, someone needed help or something. We went out and
heard nothing! We would go back in and hear it again.
My husband and I entered and exited the house a few
more times but it stayed the same: more baby cries. Then my
husband stopped at the bottom of the staircase and
listened: the cries were coming from small bedroom upstairs
that we use as a spare room!
Needless to say that FREAKED me out and I panicked. I
talked him into moving us all downstairs.
After that things really started to happen.
Sometimes things would come up
missing for a while then reappear days later. I would find
myself blocking the basement door with chairs and forcing
other doors to stay open. I hated going upstairs alone to
do anything. It always made my heart feel like it was being
squeezed and don't get me started on the basement: that
felt like there was something closing in on me.
For some odd reason, the only room that I felt safe in
was the bathroom!! I hated being in that house alone. It
didn't matter if I was home alone or not, "they" didn't
care. None of us was ever harmed but we definitely got the
bejesus scared out of us!!
Later, I found out that the house had always had new
tenants, for no one ever stayed there for more than a few
months at a time! We were the first tenants to stay there
for more than a year!
The landlord lived right next door and the house had been
in his family for years. He never once mentioned anything
bad about the history, perhaps he didn't know- or didn't
believe?
A friend of the family found out where we were living
and told my friend to tell us to move away from that
residence ASAP because the house was not right! He had
known some people that lived there a while before we moved
in. He feared for our safety because they experienced a
more violent presence. He had said that it was amazing we
were there that long! His friend was only there for a month
and moved. She experienced things like objects being thrown
around and getting doors slammed in her face.
After hearing, that I told my husband, "Uh... We gotta
go!!" We moved out by the following week.
Since the house is seated on such a dangerous curve,
can it be possible that the spirits from previous accident
victims are gravitating to this house? All of us here seem
to think so.
Who knows?
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