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When I moved into my current residence, I learned from myfriends who were the previous tenants that they were all afraid to be in the house alone...especially at night. They experienced windows slamming shut, the door to the upstairs opening or closing occasionally (I removed that door before I even moved anything in) and one time a bat appeared in the stairwell with no apparent way in. Well none of this bothered me; I figured there were probably very reasonable explanations for all of it.
The houses in my town are all old. At the turn of the century this was a thriving factory village with a huge mill (stories about that place too) and the houses in my neighborhood are all duplexes that were used by the former employees and thier families. At one time this was a dry town and people had hinges on their front steps to hide their booze in. The mill is on the bridge at the bottom of the hill I live on. It's lovely but a bit neglected. Nearly everyone in town has ghost stories.
Anyway I decided that on the day I moved in I would have a couple of friend come over to help me smudge and bless the house before I started moving my stuff in. I was walking around downstairs burning the sage and so forth, when a salt shaker flew off the stove in the kitchen. Both of my friends are fairly clairvoyant and we all began trying to pick up on the enrgy of whatever was being disturbed. We all got intuitions about a young girl. The stairwell seemed to be the strongest, and let me tell you it's a steep stairwell. Wat we gathered was that this girl died falling down the stairs and she was scared, trying to get away from something. We set up an impromptu seance and protected ourselves with cobalt, sage and sweetgrass. We threw the tarot and confirmed that she was a frightened girl still trapped in that time emotionally and couldn't let go to move on. We helped her to get some courage and told her to go on her way and then the candle flared up, caught the sweetgrass on fire (which wouldn't stay lit for us when we tried) and then the carpet started to singe. We threw water on the candle and it flared up higher. I was starting to freak. I told her to please not take the house with her, I needed to live there. The flames went out, there was a gust of wind that blew right out the front window and that was that. So I thought.
The three of us went out to get some groceries and to discuss what transpired while we were away from the house. We didn't want to invite her back in by talking about her with her still hanging around outside somewhere nearby. We all felt something still in the house, but it wasn't her. It wasn't what felt like a spirit either. We felt that perhaps it was a manifestation of her fear that she had kept alive (so to speak) for so long. A father or stepfather who abused her?
We went back to the house and did another cleansing and things are generally ok. The other side of the duplex is rented by another friend. She hears footsteps on her stairwell, things fly off the counter on occasion, but they don't come over here that I know of. My former roommate will argue that point. Apparently he's actually seen the girl in the stairwell, that would've been last fall.
Only occasionally over the years I've lived here has anything else happened. The Simpsons toys would talk in the middle of the night sometimes and I would tell the ghost that it was keeping my awake and to please stop. They always did just one more then stopped (just like a kid). Another night I woke up and looked into the hallway outside my bedroom and saw in the glow of the streetlamp, a man leaning against the doorjam of the spare room. I said, "I can see you. I"m going to close my eyes and when I open them I want you gone." He was.
The next installment will be about my boss' house and the former owner (deceased) who liked to cause trouble. That is if you'd care to hear it.
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Believe nothing, even if I tell it to you, unless it meets with your own good common sense and experience. - Siddhartha Gautama (The Buddha)
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