In October 1999 I submitted a story about my
house. For those who are not familiar, I'll give
a brief summary:
My house was built in 1889. We
are the fifth owner of the house and bought it
just over eleven years ago. The same family
owned the house from 1905 to 1965. It has a rich
history of births, deaths, weddings and even a
funeral which have all occurred within it's walls.
believe we currently share our home with part of
that family...mainly Edith and her husband.
I love antiques and have many in our house. One
of my favorite pieces is an old steamer trunk
that sat at the end of the hall upstairs. It's
important to note that the hall runs the length
of the house with doorways to bedrooms on both
sides....the trunk sat in front of a window at
the front of the house. It has old wheels on the
bottom that screech and groan whenever the trunk
is moved. (It really makes a racket!).
One morning I was downstairs getting ready for
work. My husband was in the bath tub. I was
standing in the dining room with a cup of coffee
in my hand when the loud screeching sound of the
wheels on the steamer trunk groaned and scraped
their way down the entire length of the hall
above my head! I yelled up to my children to ask
what they were doing with the trunk and why
they'd pushed it down the hall. You can imagine
my shock when all three boys walked through the
living room door beside me. My husband ran
soaking wet from the bathroom to find everyone
standing and looking at the ceiling. The entire
household was in the dining room as the
trunk was slowly making its way down the hall!
The boys and I left my husband standing there and
ran as fast as we could up the stairs. We were
shocked to see the trunk at the end of the hall
in its place....as if it had never moved. I told
my husband to stay where he was as I pushed the
trunk down the hall in an attempt to mimic the
sound we'd heard. It was a perfect match!
There was no way my husband could deny it this
time....we share our house with others.
One afternoon, my friend Deb and I were sitting
at the dining room table. Several times during
our conversation I'd looked at the door to the
foyer. I kept seeing an image, just at the edge
of my vision in the door that reminded me of my
son, Trevor. When I looked to ask him what he
needed, there was nothing there. After the
fourth or fifth time, I turned back to look at
Deb. She smiled, shook her head and said. "I saw
it too." She said she'd seen a little boy with
blonde hair standing in the doorway. He was only
there for an instant and vanished. It was the
first time our "housemates" had shown themselves
to anyone other than family.
That night while talking to my husband in the
kitchen, Trevor walked into the room from behind
us. My husband asked him where he'd just come
from and was told that he'd been playing with the
dogs in the Library. He had a very strange look
on his face and looked toward the dining room.
He told me that he'd just seen "Trevor" run into
the dining room, toward the table and then go
into the foyer and upstairs. He was puzzled at
how he'd been able to get to the Library behind
us without being seen. (This is simply not
possible) I told him that it was "ok" that Deb
and I had seen him too...earlier in the day.
Last year my husband and I were having an
argument. I came downstairs to watch some TV and
let things cool down a bit. The only light
downstairs came from the TV. The couch sits at
the end of the room. When sat there, you can see
past the TV...into my husband's computer room and
through to the bathroom. I'd been there for half
an hour or so when movement at the far end of the
room caught my eye. I sat with gaping mouth as
what can only be described as a "shadow resembling
human form" moved from the computer room into the
living room. It stopped briefly by the antique
rocking chair in the corner at the end of the
room and then continued on, moving into the dining
room. I was in absolute shock! Never, in all
the years of living in the house had they shown
themselves so clearly. Never had I seen them move
in my direct line of sight. Before they had
always kept just at the edge of vision...making
you wonder if you'd seen anything at all.
I know what you're thinking. I probably fell
asleep and was dreaming or that it was my husband.
Funny thing is. After running to the dining room
to see where it went, I found it empty.
watched some more TV and began to get tired. I
was too freaked out to turn off the TV and be in
the dark, so I put it on "mute" and lay down on
the couch. My husband came down about an hour or
so later and woke me up to go to bed. He said
he'd been down one other time to check and see
that I was alright and found me asleep.
Now this is important...
I asked him if the sound on the TV was on or off
at the time. He said that I was asleep on the
couch with the sound off and he could see the
word "Mute" on the TV screen.
When my visitor went through the living room, I
was sitting straight upright with the sound on.
It was not my husband.