My husband's parents own a beautiful vacation home on the
coast of the Bay of Fundy in New Brunswick, Canada. They
have owned it for almost 25 years, but the home is over a
100 years old. The original wing of the house was built
around 1895, and two more wings were added - one right
before the First World War, and the final wing, with the
kitchen and the furnace, in the late '40's.
The original owner of the home was a minister from Wisconsin
- Fredrick Edwards. He had one son, Trevenen, who joined the
US Army and went away to the War. He was tragically killed
in France, at Mountfaucon. After his son's death, Edwards
had his letters to home published into a book in the '20's,
and our family has a copy of this book. I've read it, and
can attest to the fact that Trevenan loved the home on the
coast of New Brunswick - many of his letters state his
desire to return there after the war and live a simple life
- but unfortunately, that was not to be.
Edwards, shaken by the loss of his son, eventually began to
research the paranormal, and even became President of the
American Paranormal Society. According to a newspaper
article we have on him from the 30's, through his research,
he became "convinced of life after death."
But, on to my experience in the house.
Early in July of 1993, my husband, daughter and I drove up
from Massachusetts to the home. It's an eight hour drive,
and Kat, who was two at the time, hadn't travelled well.
Upon arriving at the house, she was cranky and tired, so we
put her in a double bed upstairs in the original wing of the
house. Then, we went down to the kitchen and poured
ourselves a cup of tea. We three were the only ones in the
house.
We were talking quietly for a few minutes, when we heard a
child's footsteps upstairs, running from the bedroom in the
old wing, through the hall of the second wing, then to the
top of the stairs above the kitchen, where we were sitting.
My husband said, "Kat's awake." We waited a minute to see if
she would come downstairs. We heard nothing more. No sound
came from the top of the stairs. My husband then got up and
went to get her...she was not at the top of the stairs. He
then went through the upstairs of the house to the bedroom,
where Kat was fast asleep under the covers.
He came back downstairs, with a strange look on his face,
saying, "She is still asleep." I said, "But, we heard the
footsteps? It wasn't her?"
"She is absolutely asleep, and I heard them, too," he said.
We looked at each other - and realized that maybe perhaps,
we weren't alone in the house. My husband and I did not
believe in ghosts. But, now I am not so sure.
Many people have heard this story - many who have vacationed
at the house. Some believe us, some do not. But we both know
what we heard that afternoon. It was the sound of a child,
running happily through the house. I like to think it was
Trevenan, finally home.
Contact me here: michelryan00@cs.com
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