Sunday, July 6, 2014

Cuddle Time

Hope you all had an awesome 4th of July weekend!  We were busy, busy, busy- starting with the fireworks we attend every year on 4th of July Eve (otherwise known as July 3rd.)

On the 3rd, I got out of work, came home, and decided to take a short nap before we got ready to go watch the fireworks with friends.

I laid down on the couch, closed my eyes, and began to drift instantly.  Over the next hour and a half, I slept and awoke in erratic intervals, all while my husband ran his fingers through my hair, which he often does when we're cuddling on the couch, or lying in bed together watching TV.

I woke up for the final time when the dogs began barking like crazy, at the sound of a truck in the driveway.  My husband's truck.  He'd left to go to the store before I even fell asleep.  He wasn't beside me on the couch the entire time.  And he definitely wasn't running his fingers through my hair.  Apparently, nobody was...


Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Vintage

When we first moved into our home, we knew very little about its history.  Built in the '20s, then bought in the 90's by my landlord from "The W Family."  I was always under the impression that the house had only been owned by two families. All of the evidence found by historical researchers supported this, as there is no evidence of anyone owning it prior to the W family.

Months ago, I was contacted by the son of the W family, who grew up in this house.  He shared some wonderful history with me, including that his family owned the house for nearly 40 years- but they were not the original owners.  His family, he believed, bought the house from "The N Family."  I believed him, but was confused- there was no record of this family in any historical records on the house.

So imagine my surprise when I was contacted by a member of the N family a couple months back!  As it turns out, his family DID live in the house, only for about four or five years in the early 1950's.  So they weren't the original owners either.  Who knows how many families have lived here?!  He shared some beautiful photos with me- of our house when what is now the master bedroom was the living room, the front porch that used to stretch the width of the house, and the vacant, wooded lot that houses the abandoned barn back when it was a wide open corn field.  Absolutely LOVE them, and had to share!

Our house back before the addition, when it had a front porch, 1950's.



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The vacant, wooded lot with the creepy barn was once a corn field!  See the chicken coop in the background?



The massive, five lane highway that is busy 24/7 was once a quiet, two lane country road!

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Bad Apple

In taking my family's story public, I've received some pretty interesting emails over the past couple of years- emails from paranormal investigation teams wanting to visit our house; emails from prior owners/tenants of the house, dating all the way back to the early 1950's; even an email from a production company interested in featuring our story on a reality show.

A couple months back, I was contacted by the lead investigator of a paranormal team that wanted to investigate our house.  I'd kind of closed the door on the whole investigation thing, as we've done it several times, but he was very...enthusiastic...so I agreed.

He brought his team out for an investigation, and the night went well- lots of evidence and experiences.  A few weeks later, I was contacted again by the lead investigator, who wanted to collaborate on some different projects.  The first was a presentation at a local historical society- he wanted me to join his group and speak about what it's like to live in a haunted house.  So I took an evening out of my busy schedule and went, just for the heck of it.

My failed attempt at a selfie with the crowd before my speech.
Can you see the fear in my eyes?!  (I hate public speaking.)

Following the presentation was another project- a documentary being made by film students about the paranormal investigation team.  They wanted our house to be a part of the documentary.  Sounded like a cool venture, so I agreed.  

We took an evening off from baseball and missed one of my son's games to stay home and conduct interviews.  The following week, we stashed the dogs and the kids at various houses, skipped baseball again, and spent an entire day readying our house for the film crew and paranormal investigation team to arrive.  Throughout the day, I attempted to contact the lead investigator to find out when everyone would be arriving- he'd previously given me a window of between 7:30pm and 9pm.  He was unreachable.  So imagine my surprise when the film crew arrived just after 6:00pm, WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER.  Needless to say, I was none too thrilled.  The last thing you want to be when you're preparing yourself to be filmed for an evening is rushed or stressed.  And I was both.  

After a lot of hurrying around while the film crew mulled about outside, and still with no contact from the lead investigator, we eventually got it together.  The film crew came in and began setting up, and my blood pressure began to lower.  The investigation team arrived, and the lead investigator was full of apologies and excuses.  We were good to go, right?

The film crew setting up.

Wrong.  Within the first half hour of the paranormal investigation team arriving, I started to realize that there was something very wrong with the lead investigator.  He was stumbling around, slurring his words, spilling food on the floor, passing out in the middle of conversations. He repeatedly claimed he was just tired, but I wasn't born yesterday, therefore I wasn't buying it.

As the night progressed, things got worse.  His team covered for him as best they could- trying to get him to sit the investigation out, making excuses for him, etc.  Being the stubborn guy that he is, he was his own worst enemy.  He insisted on taking a film crew around the house while he "investigated."  

The highlight of the evening was when he came and sat on the couch beside me, and began asking me questions that made no sense and saying things I couldn't understand.  He would pass out for several minutes at a time, then pick the conversation back up right where he'd left off.  All the while, there was a camera just inches from his face, recording footage that was more appropriate for an episode of Intervention than a Ghost Hunters knock-off.

My husband's patience wore thin, and he went and got the other members of the team and asked them to remove their leader from the premises.  They were understandably mortified, and tried their best to get him out of the house with the slight bit of dignity he had left.  But he would have none of it.  He argued, resisted, and caused a huge scene, all in front of the cameras.  Finally, his partner was able to get him to agree to go home, and we took a break, regrouped, and then resumed the investigation.

The team members that remained were professional, kind, and beyond apologetic.  But there was just no recovering from the nightmare their boss had created.  After a few hours of filming, they called it a night and headed home.


The next day, I received a couple of rambling voicemails from the lead investigator, apologizing and making all sorts of excuses.  I'd already allowed him to waste so much of my time, I had no intention of letting him waste anymore.  But then he sent me a written message that I simply couldn't ignore.  

In the message, he admitted to being on prescription medication during the investigation, but then proceeded to blame his team members for the majority of the things that went wrong that night.  He blamed on them things that I personally witnessed him do, as well as things that never even happened in the first place- these people who tried so hard to cover for him, protect him, and fill in for him while he was high as a kite.  None of them had a bad word to say about him, but he had nothing but bad things to say about them.

He was apparently unaware that I have a "no bullshit" policy, so he was surprised when I promptly set him straight.  We haven't spoken since.  I reached out to one of the members of his team to ask about the documentary, and she continued to apologize and make excuses for him, until I set some facts straight for her.  Seems he makes a habit out of lying to and manipulating others, and she was under some major misconceptions about what went on that night, as was the rest of his team.  Once I informed her of what actually went on inside the house with him and the film crew while she and the rest of the team were outside scrambling to do his job for him, things really began to come together- for both of us.

On top of everything else, I found out that this "expert" had taken it upon himself to begin trying to recruit teams to come investigate my house, and was going to charge them a fee, and keep half.  Without my permission or authorization, he staked some sort of claim on our property and our story, and was trying to use my family to turn a profit and boost his reputation.  Furious is not even the word.

It's my understanding that the group has disbanded since that catastrophe of a night, as he continues to try to lie his way out of it and misplace blame.  The unfortunate thing is that some of his team members actually bought his lies and sided with him.  But I suppose nothing can be done about those who refuse to see what's right in front of them.  

As for the documentary?  Between the footage that was completely unusable due to the lead investigator's altered state, and the fact that the investigation that followed his departure was pretty much a complete mess because of his actions earlier in the evening, despite how hard his group tried to pull it back together- the portion of the documentary featuring our home and our story was left on the cutting room floor.  

All that time.  All that inconvenience.  All that drama.  It was all for nothing.  But one good thing did come of it, I suppose- I learned a very important lesson.  I need to be more selective of the messages I respond to and the people I let in, because not everyone has my family's best interest at heart in all of this.  Some people are only out for themselves- motivated by greed and the chance for exposure.  I guess in every bunch, there's bound to be at least one bad apple.  If nothing else, I'm thankful for that reminder, I suppose.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Mom, I'm Scared...

Those are the words that woke me up this morning.  My son was standing beside my bed, his eyes wide.  He'd been upstairs (by himself) getting ready for school, when he heard the sound of a child's laughter in his brother's room, which is right next to his.  Then, according to him, something loud crashed to the ground.

I heard none of this happen.  But yesterday, when I was home alone, I heard a loud crash upstairs.  I called my husband and told him that either a tree had fallen on the house, or one of the boys' TVs fell to the floor.

My husband investigated both yesterday and this morning, and found nothing that would have caused such a loud "crashing" noise.

Monday, April 28, 2014

A Night With The Others

A couple of weeks ago, I was contacted by a local paranormal investigation team, who was interested in investigating the house.  We've already had four investigations, so I thought- eh, what's one more?  Been there, done it, got the t-shirt.  Actually, I don't have a t-shirt.  I should really get myself one of those.  Anyway...

On April 26, 2014, close to a dozen paranormal investigators descended upon our haunted abode with trunks full of all kinds of crazy equipment.  We didn't even make it through the tour of the house before they began having what investigators call "personal experiences" (evidence of the paranormal that they saw and felt for themselves.)

While we are still waiting for the official evidence review, there was some craziness that went on during the investigation.  I was able to catch a couple of things on video!  And since I now know how to download videos from Facebook to Youtube (yaaaay!), I can share what I caught with all of you.

The first video is of "the flashlight trick."  One of the investigators placed a MagLite flashlight on the bench in the middle room of the house, which was otherwise empty.  He then explained to the spirits that they could twist the flashlight to turn it on to answer questions, then twist it again to turn it back off.

The video turned out like crap, but you can see the light shine on the wall a couple of times in response to questions.  After that, the video stopped picking up the flashes, which was crazy, because they were lighting up the entire room.  But you can hear the investigator's responses to the light continuing to be turned on and off.

WATCH THE FLASHLIGHT TRICK HERE:




The second video is of a K-II meter going off.  A K-II meter detects electromagnetic fields, or EMFs.  In the paranormal community, it is believed that all spirits produce electromagnetic fields, which can be manipulated at will by the spirits.  So the theory is that a spirit can use a K-II meter to communicate or make their presence known.   All evening, there was a K-II meter lying on the couch, with no result.  Then our puppy, Opie, jumped up on the couch, and the K-II meter started going crazy.  The video, once again, is crappy quality.  But.  You CAN see the lights going off on the meter and hear it chirping and beeping, if you look and listen really closely.    To me, the creepiest part is when the investigator asks the spirit to pet Opie.  Opie instantly lays down and stays there, as if someone is in fact petting him.


WATCH THE K-II METER GO OFF HERE:      



Needless to say, it was a crazy night.  I can't wait until we get all of the evidence and see what else the investigators found.  A big thank you to Gary, Kim, and their team for coming out, and we look forward to working with them in the future.

Oh, and just because this whole downloading videos from Facebook to Youtube thing is new to me, I thought I'd share one other video, one I talked about before but was not able to post due to my lack of tech savvy-ness.  Here is the video taken from last summer of the light in the middle room of our house turning itself on and off:



ENJOY!

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

The Heebie Jeebies

One benefit of living in a haunted house is that I've become kind of hard to rattle.  Even when scary things happen, I don't really get scared anymore.  I'm kind of like, "Oookay, here we go again."  And if we have company over when something happens, and they're getting freaked out...well...I actually kind of love that.  Super amusing.

Anyway, my point is- my house doesn't scare me hardly ever anymore.  Last night, however, I was up well past one in the morning, just because.  When I finally went to bed, the bedroom lights were still on.  I went into my closet, which is a large, walk-in closet (and I believe used to be a bedroom once upon a time) and turned the light off.  The second that light was off and the closet was pitch black, I was TERRIFIED.  Like, goose bumps, heart racing, fighting the urge to scream terrified.  And I have no idea why.  

I'm still on crutches (yes, still) so running was out of the question.  Instead, I hobbled my way back into the bedroom as quickly as I could, but the feeling didn't leave me.  I felt like something (someone?) was following me.  I hurried into the middle room, then the kitchen, as quickly as I could, turning every light on along the way.  It took me a good five minutes to calm down.

I didn't see anything, didn't hear anything, but I definitely felt it.  And whatever "it" was, was horrifying.

In other news, I never told y'all about the scratches, did I?  Probably not.  I think I kept it to myself because I thought I'd found a logical explanation for them, but now I'm not so sure.

So, here goes- shortly after I had my accident, which was nearly three months ago now, I started noticing scratches on my left arm.  Not just a couple small ones, but several long, deep, wide scratches between my elbow and my wrist, on both the inside and outside of my arm.

Here's the thing- I was literally doing absolutely nothing with my life at that time due to my injury.  I was glued to my couch, pretty much 24 hours a day.  There was no explanation for where these scratches were coming from, but they just kept coming.  I thought it was weird, but then decided that somehow the velcro on the brace on my leg must have been causing it, even though I had no idea how.

Now- it's my other arm.  And instead of scratches, it's bruises.  I bruise pretty easily, so I don't think anything of it when I find a random bruise (especially on my leg), but these are different.  I have three large, deep, distinct bruises on my right arm, all below the elbow, just like the scratches were.  One on the outside of my forearm, one on the inside of my forearm, and one on the back of my hand.  I have no clue where they came from.  I'm still a total cripple.  While I'm slightly more active than I was three months ago, I'm certainly not active enough to be getting all banged up like this.  I've got no clue where the bruises (or the scratches, for that matter) came from.

Maybe I should ask whoever or whatever is inhabiting my closet, waiting for me to shut the lights off so they can scare the bejesus out of me.  Maybe they know.

Monday, March 31, 2014

A Haunted Life

Exactly two years ago today, our family got the keys to our haunted house.  It's been a crazy past couple of years, so I thought I'd take some of the best excerpts and create a little video.  (Please don't ask me how long it took me- the answer is waaaaay too long.  I'm really not tech savvy at all.)  Anyway, enjoy!