Tapping in. Checking out.

So this old house.

My bosses house.
Was built a few years before the civil war had started.

When we moved in, there were two things that particularly fascinated me as much of the house had been renewed and revamped. With the exception of half of the basement is a very large room, and unfinished. As well as a second room to the side of the house in the back.
It is the original foundation, as well as an under-lay of a porch. Used mainly for storage.

In the middle of the night the week of July 4th,
I felt a presence of something walking around.
A gentleman.
An older gentleman, wearing a suit.

I felt his annoyance, his attitude, there is general anger in his soul.
Although I couldn't understand why, seeing that we had been here at least a month before I had noticed him.

Keep in mind my patient has Dimentia, a form of Alzheimers.
It is stated to be a known factor with children and people with mental illness that most of the time they see things that we do not.
Just as well as animals......


Terri is a sweet soul. She's a very welcoming happy person.
This concerns me, as so many times she has wanted her alone time in the house;
and so....it being a very LARGE house....I find ways to make that happen for her.

I would hear her talking, inquire about whom she might be talking to,...or what exactly was she trying to say.

Her response was always the same...
she was talking to her new friend.

In my life I've dealt with a mass amount of supernatural happenings.
I've never summoned anything, it's just something that has always happened to me.
I can sense it, I am able to read depths of a soul that some people would find frightening.
Mean it no harm. It's fact.
And to tell you the truth, Half the time I wish I was like everyone else.
It would be nice to not be avoided like the plague.

But then I realize that this is a gift I have that has been given to me with reason and force.
I do not believe in coincidence.
Everything happens for a reason, and try as hard as you can to change your circumstance.
Be it so, you try hard enough, someone; somewhere; is going to notice, and things will happen.

In my case, I'm attempting to do so right now, and part of me believes that this is a jest from a negative force to try to stop me what is a long time coming.

When I sensed this ghost. I thought nothing of it.
I thought, to keep it to myself, it's best not to make a big deal out of nothing.


Terri flew to Arizona on Wednesday July 12th.


A week and a half after she left for Arizona, I was in the kitchen.
For a midnight snack.
I looked up and saw him at the chair by the window.
He came straight at me; faster than I thought something could move.
The only way to describe it, is that he lurched at me with the quickness of air.
It was 230 in the morning. At the witching hour.

I saw with my own eyes on Thursday July 21st a ghost who was a tall skinny man in a black suit.
He had a black hat.

I left the lights on, and turned them off in sequence as I made my way out of the kitchen and up two flights of stairs.

Light will protect you. Mark my words.

I got to my room.
Left my hallway light on.
Locked my door.

A week later, my bosses daughter,
who is on the second floor of the house mind you.
Went to put her dog in the basement in his kennel.
She opened the door; and never left.

The dog slept with her that night.

Tuesday August 2nd we were in my car.
We had been having discussions about certain things we were noticing around the house.
The very possibility of ghosts.

A child is a precious thing.
So is the mind of a growing girl. Not fully an adult, the heart of a child, with a wanting mind.
She mentioned to me that she saw something.
And so, I asked for her to describe it.
Remembering the night that Toby slept with her in her room, I heard a door slam.
I asked her why.

"There was a man outside my door"

Naturally, any mother, sister, brother, father would be concerned when you hear a 12 year old spout this.

"Carly,...what did he look like?"

"I don't know,,....it was tall, and it was a guy....he was

Skinny was a word muttered in sequence as I realized I'm not the only person in this house who is capeable of seeing "things".


Thursday July 28th.
Carly had a basketball game, she had specially requested Tacos.
Her father was working from home the next day.
And so, I did, making it easier for me to clean up.
I remember coming home that night from working my last shift at the pub before I quit.
It was 11 when I got home.
I went directly into the kitchen to clean what mess might have been left from dinner.
To my surprise,....there really wasn't one. Aside from a few dishes in the sink and one on the counter.
I shut the light off, and made my way up stairs.
Carly was coming down....mainly to put the dog in the basement.
we crossed paths at approzimately 1110 pm.

I stayed in bed that night, working on my computer.
Carly texted me at 130 asking me if I heard a noise...
No I most certainly did not! And I wanted to keep it that way...

As for the next morning. My dear old Boss was complaining that he had heard noises at 4 am that woke him up.
Slamming,...drilling....

well surprise surprise....the dish on the counter in the kitchen?

There was a pizza slice like piece clear cut right out of it.
Almost as though it was chizzled.
Eerie much? I'm swimming in the lake.


Saturday July 30th.
My Boss and his daughter were gone for a night to Cape Cod for a memorial service.
As I was left home alone with the Dog, I spent a good night doing laundry, relaxing.
So It's 130 am, and I had left all the lights off because I'm cheap.
Elecricity costs money people!
All the lights were off, and all the doors were closed.
(mainly because this is a big house and doors have a tendency because of the wind or not to slam shut on their own)

So I mosey on downstairs, with the pup at my feet.
Astonished,.....the laundry room door was wide open, as was the main door to the master suite in my bosses bedroom.
As was his closet door.
The closet light was also ON.

Needless to say that was enough for me.
I went directly upstairs and locked my door with the dog next to me.
Keep in mind all the windows were shut; doors locked; and I'm on the third floor which makes it that much harder to hear things.

Funny how after I had locked my door and climbed into bed.
The dog next to me.
We both heard a doorknob turn, and a door open.
He looked up...at my door...and looked at me as if to say
"did you hear that?"

August 7th.
My Boss was home alone.
Keep in mind this man....
This man.
Sweet soul. Completely void of anything not right wing. Although accepting in his heart...for him to acknowledge something...really acknowledge something....is a task.

Last night. My Boss was home alone.
In the middle of the night.
He was awakened ever so gently as a fire alarm sound was ringing around 4 am.
Making it from his bedroom, to the stairs before it shut off on it's own.

He went to turn the lights off which were oddly enough ....on.
When he noticed the basement door was open at the top of the stairs, there was a draft.
Why?

Because the massive steel door that lets you IN the basement from the OUTSIDE was wide open.

From here out.
I'm taking photos, I'm keeping tabs, I'm finding the history on this house, and I'm praying for these grounds.

This house is haunted.
It just gives me another reason to leave.