A friend of mine, Andrea, and her boyfriend, Dave, moved
into a 1950’s blockhouse in Saint Petersburg, Florida. I
live in Jacksonville and drove down to see their new
place. When I arrived I couldn’t help but notice that
they are directly across the street from an electrical
switching station. Massive electrical equipment was
constantly humming. There were literally hundreds of
beautiful parrots that were lined up along the wires
making so much noise it was almost unpleasant. Not long
after I arrived we were sitting in the living room talking
when I said, “You know, ghostly phenomena is sometimes
associated with electrical wires, maybe this house is
haunted.” Andrea said something along the lines of
possibly. We did not discuss it further, at least not
that afternoon.
That night I was to sleep in the room at the end of a
short hall. There is a bathroom door on the right, a
bedroom door on the left and the door at the end of the
hall led into the room I was staying in. I must tell you
that I have to have my box fan on to sleep. I am a light
sleeper and without that white noise, I have a heck of a
time sleeping. So I set my fan up on a cardboard box.
They still were in the process of unpacking but this was
the only box in the bedroom. I turned in early and went
straight to sleep. Around two in the morning, I woke up
having to answer the call of nature. After I had finished
I lay back on the bed and was almost asleep when I heard
plain as day, the cardboard box sliding across the tile
floors (they had NO carpet). I looked up expecting to see
that one of their dogs or perhaps mine had followed me
back into the room. I saw nothing, the box was still
where I had set it and my fan was still running. So I lay
back again and again, just when I was about to drift off,
I heard the sound of a box sliding across the floor. A
little quicker now, I looked up and no, it was still in
the same position and nobody was in the room with me. I
lay back again and low and behold, there it was again, the
distinct sound of a box scooting across the tile floor.
Now I was awake, I sat up and smoked a cigarette then went
into the living room to just chill a little. After about
an hour I decided to give sleep another try. So I get
back into bed and just when I was about to fall asleep, I
swear that I am telling the truth, “somebody”
or “something” gave me a raspberry in my ear, you know,
PPPPSSSSBBBBTTTT!!! I actually felt the warm air against
my ear. It sounded wet and it scared the you know what
out of me. I jumped up and yelled out to nothing: “STOP
THAT, THAT’S NOT FUNNY!” I knew I wasn’t going to get
much more sleep that night and went back to the living
room to sit up and wait for somebody, anybody to get up so
I wouldn’t be alone. The dogs, it had turned out, had
gone into the bedroom with Andrea and Dave so I was on my
own, no living thing to comfort me. When Andrea finally
woke up around seven in the morning I was never so happy
to see her in the twenty plus years I had known her. She
said she had not heard me yell out, which I found hard to
believe, but I proceeded to tell her about my night.
Then she told me their story. It turns out that the very
first night they were in the house they had some
experiences of their own. In the course of their
unpacking boxes they were putting the empty boxes in a
small den addition that looked like it used to be a one-
car garage. They just stacked them up in there and
intended to dispose of them later. Well, they went to bed
that night and were woken up by the sound of dozens of
boxes falling over in the den. They thought perhaps one
of the dogs had gotten in there. When they investigated,
the boxes were as they had left them, all stacked up. So
they went back to bed perplexed. As soon as they lay
down, they heard pounding on the outside of the house. It
sounded like it was going around the house banging not on
the sides of the house as they were concrete block, but it
sounded like someone banging on the eave of the house.
Dave grabbed his bat and went to investigate. As soon as
he opened the front door, the banging stopped. He went
around the house and saw no one. As soon as he lay back
in bed it started again, bang, bang, bang going around the
outside of the house. This time he stayed put. At the
same time Andrea was looking at her cell phone that was on
her dresser. It was not turned on and it was not in the
charger but the face of it was glowing, bright and then
dimming to black. She watched this for several minutes
before taking it and putting it in a drawer so she
wouldn’t have to witness this particular phenomena.
Needless to say it was a long night for them.
Andrea spoke to the landlord and asked him if anyone had
died in the house. He said no, of course not. But
according to her new neighbor, a woman, named Josephine,
had had a heart attack and died in the hall where she was
found days later. Dave decided to cleanse the house and
tell the spirit that they could both share the dwelling as
long as she “behaved”. After that the banging didn’t
happen anymore, but there have been more incidents. For
instance, I was visiting for the 4th of July and we were
sitting in the living room talking about Josephine. I
have made a habit of saying out loud to Josephine that I
am just visiting and for her to please let me sleep.
While were talking, a table lamp proceeded to go on and
off several times. Andrea tried to say that the bulb was
loose so I went over to it and it was screwed in tight.
It had one of those knobs that you have to turn for it to
come on. It happened a couple more times before the lamp
stayed lit. At Christmas I was visiting and Andrea had a
small two-foot tree sitting on the same table the lamp had
sat on. She told me that she only had two strings of
lights and that one blinked and she would prefer that they
didn't blink but she couldn't figure out how to make that
string not blink. As we were talking about that I looked
over at the tree. I said "Andrea, look at the tree!"
Both strings of lights were holding steady. This, after
blinking for a week. They never did blink again that
Christmas.
Sometimes I will hear what sounds like voices whispering,
I can’t make out the words but it definitely sounds like
whispers. Andrea has a pet peeve, she hates it when
someone leaves the shower curtain pulled back. Every
morning when she leaves for work the shower curtain is
pull closed and many times, in the afternoon when she
comes back, the shower curtain is opened. Also Andrea’s
beloved black lab, Bubba, had to be put to sleep after a
long illness. She swears that she hears him snoring at
the foot of her bed at times since he died. She also had
a cat, Ashley, who passed while living there. Dave’s
uncle swears that he sees Ashley going from the bathroom
to the bedroom clear as day. Once, while visiting, I was
sitting on the side of the bed when it started shaking,
not violently, just vibrating. I said loudly, “Don’t
start that **** with me!” and it stopped. They still
live in this house and there are still strange things that
happen at times but not very often. After my first visit
there, it was a YEAR before I would go back. Now I go
every couple of months and it seems that for the most part
Josephine is content for Andrea and Dave to live
there.
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