I`ve always enjoyed ghost stories as a child and carried
it over to my adult life, but I never thought I`d have an
experience with spirits myself.
It started when I moved to Massachusetts from Pennsylvania in the early fall of
1994. Now there are many ghost stories associated with New
England, Salem, MA, being well known for the Witch Trials,
with many innocents falling victim to the "hangmans" noose.
Poor tortured souls that are said to still roam the
cobblestone streets and homes of which some still stand to
this very day.
My experience began a few months after my
husband, three children and myself moved into our first
apartment. It always seemed that the air was really thick,
unless you`ve had that kind of feeling, it`s hard to
explain. We (my husband and I) seemed to have a lot of
disagreements, and a feeling of being agitated, but not
One night after one of our (it seemed like
many) "disagreements", I decided to sleep on the sofa. I
fell asleep facing the back of the sofa. I awoke with that
kind of "wide awake" feeling, and the strong sense of
someone watching me. There was a chair in the corner of the
room, and thats where I felt I was being watched from. The
feeling was so strong that had I turned to look, I felt I
would have seen it. I felt it was a man`s presence and that
he was extremely angry. I was afraid to move. I covered my
head with my pillow and tried to go back to sleep. My heart
was racing and I just lay there, waiting for it to get
light outside. As soon as it became light I flew out of
that room not daring to look at that chair.
After that night, before I entered any room, I would stand in the
doorway and look around first. I asked my husband and
children if they felt anything, they just looked at me
funny and said, "Like what"?.
Well a few weeks went by and nothing happened. I just attributed my feelings to bad
nerves. Maybe I wasn`t getting enough sleep or maybe too
much caffeine, yes, that had to be it. Jittery jumpy nerves
from too much coffee, I`ll just cut back, I thought.
One afternoon, my daughter, son and myself were in the kitchen
having lunch, talking, and joking around. All of a sudden
the television volume turned way up all by itself. We all
looked wide-eyed at one another and went in the living room
to check it out. I just laughed it off thinking the TV must
be giving out and we need a new one. But when my daughters
stereo started turning on by itself and noises (like pages
in a book were being flipped through really fast) were
heard coming from her room, I really started to panic.
Then the lamps in the living room started to turn on. That was
when we moved out.
A few years later, a friend (she grew up
in the area) and I were discussing our experiences with
the "paranormal" when I related this story to her (at
the time, she happened to live down the street from that
building). She said, "Oh, didn`t anyone tell you about that
place"? I told her no, I knew nothing about it. She then
proceeded to tell me that it was a boarding house years
ago, and that when a local "state hospital" (a place for
the mentally ill) was closed down, a few of the "patients"
took up residence there and that there was a terrible fire
that claimed the lives of 17 people. As soon as she said
that, I got goosebumps. The poor souls don`t
realize they are dead and still live there, and I guess my
ghost thought I was invading his "home". God Rest His Soul!