Your True Tales
October 2004 – Page 2

An Active Haunting
by Brandie Pierce

My house was built in the early 1900s. I have a fascination with old homes and historic places, so when my fiance and I found this diamond in the rough, it was right up our alley! Of course the house was run down and needed a lot of work to be livable. We worked on the house for about a month before moving in. We had conflicting work schedules, so we would rarely be in the house together while renovation was taking place. Usually, it was just him alone or me and my five year old son at the time.

A number of unusual things have happened in the house that just can't be explained. There is a presence here. I refer to it as the lady of the house. And I believe possibly that there may be a child here too. I've nicknamed them Hazel and little Molly. The first of the strange happenings occurred when a friend of mine came over to help me hang border in the kitchen, pre-habitation. Her husband came with her and was keeping her two boys and mine entertained.

They were playing hide-and-go-seek in the dark house when Julie and I heard the boys screaming in the living room.We ran around through the dining room and into the living room to find the boys by the closet – a little half closet they were trying desperately to open. Julie's husband was yelling and pounding on the door from the inside. He couldn't get out. Julie ran over and started tugging on the door to free her husband and the door wouldn't budge. I reached out to open the door and it came open with the greatest of ease. It seemed that something was holding him captive in the closet.

The first thing that came to mind was a middle aged lady wagging her finger in disgust as if to say, Stop all the noise; I'm trying to sleep. I told my fiance this story the next day. He laughed it off and called me crazy. Until something happened to him. He was alone in the house at around six in the morning after work. He was putting in a new kitchen counter when the light in the kitchen went out. He went over to the light switch and flicked it off and on a few times with no success. He grew aggravated and yelled into the air, "You stupid piece of crap house!" as he walked back to the counter. Just then the basement door slammed and the light came back on! He left the house in a hurry!

My son and I were in our house by ourselves. He had lay down in the living room for a nap and I was painting the trim around a massive window above the kitchen sink. A few minutes later I heard the wood floors upstairs creaking in the hallway. Thinking my boy woke up and was messing with some heavy duty tools upstairs in one of the bedrooms, I climbed down from the ladder and went around to the living room and my heart sank! There was my boy sleeping on the floor where I left him. I could still hear the noise coming from the upstairs hallway, but there was no one there!

Despite the strange happenings, we moved in the following month. Since then the events have continued. My son is seven now and I still catch him talking to no one in his room. He insists that there is a little girl there that he plays with, and her name is Molly. Periodically, the kitchen cupboards are left ajar when I know that I've closed them all just minutes before. It's a pet peeve of mine!

And then there is the figure in the basement that seems to travel back and forth from the bar to the canning cellar about twice a month. A silleute of a heavy-set woman with an apron on and her hair pulled up into a bun. She never looks over, she just earnestly travels back and forth like she's on a mission. I don't feel threatened in the house, never have. I get the creeps sometimes, but that is all it amounts to. It seems to play tricks on any gentlemen in the house, flicking lights on and off, and gently calling out their names at night. When I first saw the figure in the basement, I was so scared that I ran up the basement steps leaving the lid to the washer open and running! I've grown used to it now. I just calmly leave the basement until the next morning and return to my duties. I would love some history on this house, or any info I can get.

Most of the events seem to center around the kitchen and cellar, which makes sense if this thing is a woman, since that's were women folk usually spend their time. Other than adjusting to some of the stranger things that happen here, we are perfectly happy here and don't plan on leaving for quite a long time!

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