I haven’t written about my haunted house in a while. Frankly, it’s something I feel stupid talking about.
I am an emotional person, but I have a logical side. Ghosts in the house? Bah humbug! I’m somewhat of a skeptic.
But…I don’t know. I believe we don’t know everything. I definitely don’t know it all and I’m curious. And I’m obviously very much on the fence with what is or isn’t going on here.
I’ve been thinking about the situation way more than I write about…and decided I need to let some of this out of my head…and into text.
I want an inventory of things that might be regarded as evidence. There’s no single account or event to be considered proof of something special, but maybe collectively, the list will make you wonder.
I’ve heard ghost stories from numerous people. Some horrifying, some touching. There have been sightings, objects moved…residents awakened in their sleep.
Some have shared stories about haunted houses they grew up in…and weeks later, I discovered that their childhood homes are next door to mine. Kind of a funny coincidence…or isn’t it?
My youngest children have seen a man here. Miss Ivanka was frightened by him…and exclaimed that she NEVER wants to see him again. Very recently, (November 19, 2010), my son may have seem him too.
Jonebug pulled me upstairs to show me “Eyes”. When we get there, he moved toward a toy on the floor, tossed it out of the way and tells me “Eyes gone. Where he go?” He looks around the room, saying, “Where he go?”
The following morning, Jonebug leads me into the room again and asks “Where eyes go? Eyes gone.”
It was after this most recent event, that I decided to get this all organized. On November 20, I started this post.
Then another funny thing happens. Out of the blue, on November 29 the reporter calls to ask if I would allow an investigative team into my home. I will. He tells me someone will call.
December 10, 2010 – Case Manager calls to ask about bringing a team in for an investigation. A date is set.
What happens next? I don’t know. Maybe nothing. I’ll keep you posted.
Edited to add: December 11, 2010 – I call Mr. E. to ask about any further stories. He tells me again how the original home owners were awakened. The kids were touched in their sleep; they felt things. They saw heads…they saw eyes.