Our Haunted House
I've got a bit about our haunted house in my bio, people are naturally curious, so I get asked a lot of questions about it.
So here it goes . . .
My house is over a hundred years old. Built, my landlord thinks, about 1889 or earlier. His mom was raised here. Originally we think the property was a pig farm. We found a sign under the house that read: "Registered Dorset hogs for sale." But when my landlords Grandfather owned the ranch he raised cows. When we moved in there was a grape vineyard here. Now it's an almond orchard.
The house has a very long wraparound porch, and wood floors. Well, the whole house is wood. I was told my kitchen use to be the sleeping porch. There's also an old propane heater my hubby has worked hard to get to hold together with wire and a screwdriver.I think its circa 1936 or earlier.
In other words this place is damn old.
The first time we slept here we heard thumps in the attic almost all night. Then in the morning one of the big pine trees fell down, narrowly missing our small truck.
We keep seeing things out of the corner of ours eyes, like part of someone's sleeve or edge of a dress.
Things disappear and reappear some where else. One of my earring from my jewelry box disappeared and I found it in the middle of the floor a few days later.
After our daughter was born, the radio I had on in the room with her would change channels, from say baseball to country.
Then late one night while watching TV with my husband, the baby started to cry, and then we heard someone say very clearly "hush baby." My husband I gave each other a startled look, and then ran--I ran into the bedroom, and hubby ran out side.
We saw no one and the baby was asleep.
Since then we've seen a little girl who would disappear before our eyes. Later our daughter had an invisible friend and we realized it was the girl ghost. Our daughter told us her name, it's Jenny or Jenifer.
We're seen blue and green orbs, and so has our daughter and her friends. And we're felt someone poking us, too.
A couple weeks ago, while we slept, my daughter and I both felt someone running their long nails over over backs. To me it tickled and it woke me up, but to my daughter it hurt.
Our cats watch things that aren't there. Or at least I can't see them, lol.
One time when I was holding one of our kittens while watching TV, I noticed the kitten was watching something very intently--as only a cat can do. Then he got so spooked that he jumped right out of my arms. Then on to my head, the other shoulder, finally onto the floor. He scampered away and hid under a chair--shivering.
I never did find out what had frightened him so.
Sometimes when I wash my hands in the bathroom I hear a child crying, which is odd because we live out in the country two miles out of town with hardly any neighbors and I've heard that same child cry for 20 years.
I've often wondered if it was the ghost girl Jenny who was crying, but I'm not sure.
Our daughter is nineteen now and has grew up in this house, but she still remembers the little ghost girl she's play with.