OUR HAUNTED HOUSEFirst off, the first house...Oh yes, you can say that our interest in ghosts began at home. We lived in a very haunted house for a little over seven years, and, yes, we knew it was haunted... well, we knew, but everyone kept their experiences to themselves for fear of being laughed at. In that house we experienced the ghost of a little boy. This fella was mischievious but never harmful. He liked to take things from the places they were kept, making us hunt endlessly for them until we would, at last, come across them usually in the place they were supposed to have been in the first place. This was his favorite prank. Oddly, this happened for the first time to two of us at the same time about two years after moving in. One day I was in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner. I was using a good-sized knife that had a yellow handle, and my cutting board was mahogany. I laid the knife down to get something from the fridge (which was only steps from where I was chopping vegetables), came back and the knife was gone. My daughter Jessi, who at the time was 17, was washing dishes a few feet away so I thought maybe she had picked it up to wash thinking that I was finished with it. I asked her if she had, and she replied "No". So, naturally, I thought she was pulling my leg, but she insisted she hadn't. She helped me look around for it, we searched high and low and didn't see it anywhere in the kitchen, we even pulled out the stove to look under it! There was no sign of it anywhere. Frustrated, I turned back to get another knife from the drawer which was under the cutting board, and there sat my knife on top of that dark cutting board with it's yellow handle shining brightly. I turned to Jessi, who had noticed the knife as well, and said "You saw that, right? It wasn't there before." She said, "No, Mom, it wasn't there before. That is just wild!" And I said "Thank God! Someone else finally witnessed it! I thought I was losing my mind!" There was one occassion I remember well, I was home alone and I was hearing an odd noise like something tapping. I looked around in the kitchen (that's where the sound lead me), and on top of one of the cabinets was our unused Tupperware Breadkeeper, bobbing up and down as if some unseen hand was dribbling it. I went to get a stool so I could climb up and check it, to see if maybe it was rocking on something underneath it, but before I could it flew across the room and landed on the floor! I can only assume our little house guest was wanting a little attention. :) Now, there was something upstairs that was dark and mean. There were a couple of times when Jessi woke up with scratches on her back, soon there after my daughters began sleeping in the den. We checked out the room several times (not as ghost hunters, but as parents) and couldn't find anything unusual. But then the Furby madness began. My daughters both had Furbies on their dressers, and they began waking up and speaking all by themselves. So, we removed the batteries from them... but that didn't stop their chattering. And to make things worse, they weren't speaking anything we could understand... it sounded like some weird language spoken by someone that was highly intoxicated. So, needless to say, the Furbies went bye-bye. Soon afterward, we bought the house we are currently living in... which begins another chapter in our story, as home owners and ghost hunters. And now, our home sweet home...Well, you can just imagine how excited we were to be buying our first home! We closed the loan on the Thursday before Memorial Day. While we were there with the lady who we were buying the house from, she told us that her first husband had passed away in the house several years before. She told us what a loving man he was, so we didn't really think much of it. We figured if he was still hanging around, he'd be following her to her new home with her new husband. We moved in that weekend, and with all the commotion going on with people in and out we didn't notice his presence for several days. My first experience with George was in our master bathroom. I walked past the open door, and saw a man standing in the bathroom. It took me a moment to realize that my husband wasn't home, so I quickly backtracked... only to find, of course, that the figure was gone. My daughters have seen him several times in there as well. He isn't scary, it's just the initial shock that gets ya. It didn't take long to realize we had another guest in our home, this one a young man. Research hasn't shown any other deaths in our house, so we aren't sure who he is exactly. We can tell you that he likes a good laugh, no doubt. He likes to imitate our voices, so we come running thinking that another family member is calling us. I can't tell you how many times I've heard "Mom!" come from the front hallway (where my daughter's bedroom's are), only to go in there and find them asleep or just watching TV and staring at me with a puzzled look at my hurried entrance. Then there are the times when Jessi and Nicki have stuck their head into my office and said "What?" Clueless, I say "What, what? I didn't say anything." Never a dull moment! :) We aren't quite sure which one of them it is who likes to open the kitchen cabinets though. For nearly a year I went nuts, chastising Jessi and Nicki for leaving them open all the time... then one day I was home alone and went into the kitchen to get a drink. Of course, all the cabinet doors were open, so I mumbled under my breath, got my glass and closed them all. After getting my drink, I returned to the office. About an hour later I went into the kitchen to make myself something for lunch, and found all the cabinet doors open again! So, I made a mental note to apologize to my daughters when they got home, fixed my lunch, and left the room. The most jolting experience I've had was late one night in 2004. I was working on the computer, updating my candle website, and it was close to 3 a.m. It had been a hectic week, and this was the only time I had to get this task done. My husband had long since given up on me coming to bed, and had fallen asleep. I was intent on getting finished, so I barely noticed anything going on around me... until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I instantly assumed it was my husband coming to remind me of what time it was, so I quickly said "I know it's late, honey, but I really need to get this finished. I'll be to bed in just a b..." And that is when I looked over my shoulder and saw no one. At that very time there was a voice from the same area, definitely male; I heard one syllable and then it faded away. I immediately brought out my recorder and began asking questions, but the moment had passed. My visitor no longer had anything to say... but boy did he get my hear pumping! We have gotten some photos with orbs, but nothing extraordinary like a mist or ectoplasm. And even though our fellas love to talk, apparently they don't care for being taped because they have never given us an EVP. Not that we'll quit trying, of course! From time to time we plan to update this page with the experiences that happen here, just in case anyone is interested. Keep checking back. :)
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