True Ghost Story #5
The Old Man
We moved into our current house right before Christmas 2007. Shortly after the New Year I had finally adjusted to city life again after living in fairly
isolated spots for roughly eight years when the ghost started trying to scare us out. I didn’t know it then, of course, but I found out, oh, yes I did,
indeedy.
We had been living in the double wide trailer on Blackhead road for almost 4 years when during Thanksgiving week our landlady, Missy, sent me an
email saying we had to move. Her sister was divorcing, was broke, yadda yadda yadda, and needed a place to live rent free. So we were out on our rear
ends. And, babydoll, she wanted us out pronto.
Now I understood she wanted to help her sister, but did she have to have such a nasty attitude? Boy was I steamed. I should have kept my mouth shut,
but I am not known to hold back. I looked up the eviction laws and found out I could stay for up to 90 days as long as I paid the rent.
Was she mad? Do bears kabooky in the woods?
Part of my problem was, first, we had four cats and I was heartsick about whether we could find a place where they would be accepted and where they
would be safe outside if they wanted to venture there. Second, we didn’t have the money to pay a first month’s rent, rent deposit, utility deposits, etc--
thousands of dollars to move.
The third week of December I borrowed 1K from the bank and we started looking, hoping we could find a place for that or work something out. Someone
managed to beat us to every single house we found. We were looking one day and noticed the big, fenced in bungalow across Sunset Drive was for rent. I
had lived in an apartment with my mama for 14 loooooooong years.
I said “How about this one?”
Nabo goes “How much?”
How did I know. It was big and I figured somewhere around 1,200 bucks, which we could not afford, but asking is free.
I got the number off the For Sale sign and call the next day. It was going for $900 per month with a ditto rent deposit, but, because I was friends with an
upstanding city mother and had gone to school with one of the county commissioners, she was willing to work out the finances. First she lowered the rent
to $850 because Nabo agreed to handle inexpensive repairs around the place, then she waived the first month’s rent, and all we had to pay up front for the
rent deposit.
What a gal!
We started moving the very next day. I love old houses and I had always want to see the inside of this one, never dreamed I’d live hear.
It’s a big old one-story, white bungalow with blue shutters, three big bedrooms, smallish kitchen, two baths, including a master bedroom en suite, and an
entrance hall bigger than most living rooms, where I set up my home office. It has a brick path up to a big porch, medium front yard, a barn, eight pecan
trees, a ghost who didn’t want us there at all, and was all fenced in. Lovely.
The first shoe that dropped was when one of the neighbors informed us that the house had formally been occupied by three wiccans, or white witches. Oy
Vey. I remembered then that I had seen a lit pentagram hung in a front window years ago. Oy Vey. I did keep wondering what they might have been
stirring up in here.
Next shoe was when I was sitting in here at my computer one night and started feeling the vibes of feet pacing up and down the hall. I turned to see who
it was, and nobody was there. Eeek. So a few days later a neighbor said “You house is haunted by an old man who paces up and down the hall.” I was
like Nooooooes!
A few months later, Nabo and some of his buds were sitting in kitchen gabbing, and I was sitting at my computer when the ghost sneaked up behind me
and started tossing bursts of energy against my head so powerful that my butt left my seat every single time. After the worst one I shouted “Cut it out,
you bugger!” And it did.
Months swept by and I though perhaps it had left. Wrong.
We live just a few blocks from where hubs works and when the weather permits he rides his bike. At the time he was on the day shift. One morning
about 6AM I opened my eyes and he was standing at the dresser getting his house keys and billfold, then he walked out of the bedroom. I closed my eyes
and then heard feet stomping around the bedroom. I thought Nabo had come back to get some forgotten thing. No one was there. The foot steps
continue. I was spooked, but I am stubborn and I decided not to let it run me out of bed. I closed my eyes again and the foot steps came around the bed,
stopped, and the hairs on my neck stood up as I had the sensation of the ghost leaning over me. Oy Vey. I got up and came in here for awhile.
It was just this year that I finally found out why this house may be haunted.
One afternoon my middle sister Vickie and her youngest daughter Brittany dropped by so Brittany could use my computer. Vickie and I were sitting out
on the front porch, smoking, when the lady who lives down the street from me came walking by. She and Vickie work at the same place but neither
realized I was Vickie’s sister. We got talking.
Lady: Cindy, you and Nabo have lived in that house longer than anyone else.
Me: Really?
Lady: Yes.
Me: Why is that? What’s wrong?
Lady: No previous renter has stay in that house more than six months because it is haunted. The ghost has scared all of them out.
To the right of us live a young couple, Abby and Ray Jr., and Ray Sr. Abby works at a local mom and pop convenience store that Nabo and I patronize. It
was robbed one night and since Ray always stays up there with Abby at night. After the lady down the street left, I went up
to the store for smokes, and decided to ask Abby if she knew about the haunting. Not only did she know about it, the whole dang hood was aware of it.
Not only that, but what Ray Jr. told me was chilling. A long time ago there was a murder-suicide in this house and it is believed that is the reason that
old man eternally paces up and down the hall.
isolated spots for roughly eight years when the ghost started trying to scare us out. I didn’t know it then, of course, but I found out, oh, yes I did,
indeedy.
We had been living in the double wide trailer on Blackhead road for almost 4 years when during Thanksgiving week our landlady, Missy, sent me an
email saying we had to move. Her sister was divorcing, was broke, yadda yadda yadda, and needed a place to live rent free. So we were out on our rear
ends. And, babydoll, she wanted us out pronto.
Now I understood she wanted to help her sister, but did she have to have such a nasty attitude? Boy was I steamed. I should have kept my mouth shut,
but I am not known to hold back. I looked up the eviction laws and found out I could stay for up to 90 days as long as I paid the rent.
Was she mad? Do bears kabooky in the woods?
Part of my problem was, first, we had four cats and I was heartsick about whether we could find a place where they would be accepted and where they
would be safe outside if they wanted to venture there. Second, we didn’t have the money to pay a first month’s rent, rent deposit, utility deposits, etc--
thousands of dollars to move.
The third week of December I borrowed 1K from the bank and we started looking, hoping we could find a place for that or work something out. Someone
managed to beat us to every single house we found. We were looking one day and noticed the big, fenced in bungalow across Sunset Drive was for rent. I
had lived in an apartment with my mama for 14 loooooooong years.
I said “How about this one?”
Nabo goes “How much?”
How did I know. It was big and I figured somewhere around 1,200 bucks, which we could not afford, but asking is free.
I got the number off the For Sale sign and call the next day. It was going for $900 per month with a ditto rent deposit, but, because I was friends with an
upstanding city mother and had gone to school with one of the county commissioners, she was willing to work out the finances. First she lowered the rent
to $850 because Nabo agreed to handle inexpensive repairs around the place, then she waived the first month’s rent, and all we had to pay up front for the
rent deposit.
What a gal!
We started moving the very next day. I love old houses and I had always want to see the inside of this one, never dreamed I’d live hear.
It’s a big old one-story, white bungalow with blue shutters, three big bedrooms, smallish kitchen, two baths, including a master bedroom en suite, and an
entrance hall bigger than most living rooms, where I set up my home office. It has a brick path up to a big porch, medium front yard, a barn, eight pecan
trees, a ghost who didn’t want us there at all, and was all fenced in. Lovely.
The first shoe that dropped was when one of the neighbors informed us that the house had formally been occupied by three wiccans, or white witches. Oy
Vey. I remembered then that I had seen a lit pentagram hung in a front window years ago. Oy Vey. I did keep wondering what they might have been
stirring up in here.
Next shoe was when I was sitting in here at my computer one night and started feeling the vibes of feet pacing up and down the hall. I turned to see who
it was, and nobody was there. Eeek. So a few days later a neighbor said “You house is haunted by an old man who paces up and down the hall.” I was
like Nooooooes!
A few months later, Nabo and some of his buds were sitting in kitchen gabbing, and I was sitting at my computer when the ghost sneaked up behind me
and started tossing bursts of energy against my head so powerful that my butt left my seat every single time. After the worst one I shouted “Cut it out,
you bugger!” And it did.
Months swept by and I though perhaps it had left. Wrong.
We live just a few blocks from where hubs works and when the weather permits he rides his bike. At the time he was on the day shift. One morning
about 6AM I opened my eyes and he was standing at the dresser getting his house keys and billfold, then he walked out of the bedroom. I closed my eyes
and then heard feet stomping around the bedroom. I thought Nabo had come back to get some forgotten thing. No one was there. The foot steps
continue. I was spooked, but I am stubborn and I decided not to let it run me out of bed. I closed my eyes again and the foot steps came around the bed,
stopped, and the hairs on my neck stood up as I had the sensation of the ghost leaning over me. Oy Vey. I got up and came in here for awhile.
It was just this year that I finally found out why this house may be haunted.
One afternoon my middle sister Vickie and her youngest daughter Brittany dropped by so Brittany could use my computer. Vickie and I were sitting out
on the front porch, smoking, when the lady who lives down the street from me came walking by. She and Vickie work at the same place but neither
realized I was Vickie’s sister. We got talking.
Lady: Cindy, you and Nabo have lived in that house longer than anyone else.
Me: Really?
Lady: Yes.
Me: Why is that? What’s wrong?
Lady: No previous renter has stay in that house more than six months because it is haunted. The ghost has scared all of them out.
To the right of us live a young couple, Abby and Ray Jr., and Ray Sr. Abby works at a local mom and pop convenience store that Nabo and I patronize. It
was robbed one night and since Ray always stays up there with Abby at night. After the lady down the street left, I went up
to the store for smokes, and decided to ask Abby if she knew about the haunting. Not only did she know about it, the whole dang hood was aware of it.
Not only that, but what Ray Jr. told me was chilling. A long time ago there was a murder-suicide in this house and it is believed that is the reason that
old man eternally paces up and down the hall.
| In Memory Of Theresa Hill Hall |
