New posts

I have an interview here: http://savannahchase.com/2011/12/27/watch-out-author-janice-seagraves/ where I talk about my haunted house.

And a post here on new years resolutions:http://romancebooksrus.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-resolutions-new-series.html

Two Thursday's thirteen

I'm a glutton for punishment. I wrote not one but two Thursday's thirteen.
This one is a list of thirteen creepy sounds you don't want to ear when your alone: http://romancebooksrus.blogspot.com/2011/10/thursdays-thirteen-scary-sounds.html
This one is about our haunted house: http://ladyjanice.blogspot.com/2011/10/thursdays-thirteen-my-haunted-house.html

Thursday's Thirteen: My Haunted House

Look closely for the orbs

As I written in my bio, I live in a hundred year old haunted house. I’ve had a lot of questions about our house and the hauntings. So here are thirteen creepy things that happened in my home.

 1. I’ve heard a little girl crying when I washed my hands in the bathroom. Which in itself isn’t anything unusual, but we live two miles out of town in the middle of what was a grape vineyard but is now an almond orchard, and we have no close neighbors. I’ve lived here for twenty years and heard the same child sobbing. Reason would dictate that if this was a child, it would be grown up by now.

2. When my daughter was a baby and would sleep with us, I would feel the bed dip like someone was sitting on it. I’d open my eyes to see if my husband was there putting on his shoes, but the baby and I were alone.

3. I, my husband and my daughter have seen a little girl ghost at different times and places in the house. One time while my daughter was sleeping with me, she screamed in the middle of the night. I jerked awake and turned over, that’s when I saw the little girl ghost sitting on my bed on the far side of my daughter, staring at me. Then she faded away.

4. When my daughter was little about three or four, she had an invisible friend named Jenifer or Jenny, which I later realized was our ghost girl.

5. I’ve heard a scary voice saying my name.

6. I’ve been woken up by the sound of my bedroom door being opened and when I got up, it was closed.

7. We’ve seen orbs. Mostly green ones and blue ones. I saw one in the bathroom and followed it into my daughter’s room, where it landed on the foot of her bed and disappeared.

8. When my husband worked nights sometimes I would see something under the fitted sheet moving back and forth. I thought maybe a mouse got into the mattress. My husband and I flipped the mattress over and I couldn’t find any mouse holes, so I have no idea what that was.

9. I’ve been woken up by a child singing the song called the Lilac Tree.

10. I’ve been woken up by the smell of brownies and thought my daughter was baking. I got up to go into the kitchen and no one was cooking. Boy was I disappointed.

11. One time when I overslept, I heard someone walking around my bed and a voice saying, “Come on, honey, it’s time to get up.”

12. A couple of nights ago my daughter told me one of her friends that spend the night and heard the bathroom door creak open and the sound of whispering. The friend asked my daughter if her parents were up. My daughter said no, then went and checked the bathroom. No was there.

13. Last night when I just laid down to go to sleep, I felt someone tuck in the tag on my pajamas top. My bedroom door was closed and hubby was working the graveyard shift and my daughter was staying the night at a friend’s house. I was alone.

Or was I?

My hubby inhaled a ghost

My Haunted House

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.

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