December 11, 2008
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THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
I’m wishing I hadn’t already used the headline “Ghoulies and ghosties
and long-leggety beasties ...” for a column earlier this year about
mountain lions, and how we seem to enjoy the idea of scary creatures
sharing our old hills with us.
Well,
since then, the idea of “ghoulies and ghosties” has come a little
closer to home than those alleged mountain lions out in the bluffs near
the Buffalo. A LOT closer to home!
You know we moved into our
new-old house last week. We’re having fun getting settled. We love the
spaciousness and the tall windows and the porches, and the big trees in
the yard, and the old pine floors and the quirky nooks and crannies.
But we’re not quite sure how we feel about the GHOST ...
Through
all my almost-53 years, I have never before encountered anything that
made me personally believe in haunted houses. When I was a senior in
high school, my family lived in a 1800s-era converted carriage house
near Newport, Rhode Island, where everyone else in the family claimed
to have heard spooky footsteps or even to have seen a ghostly figure.
Because I never had those experiences myself, I chalked the stories up
to my kinfolks’ vivid imaginations.
Well, right now I’m being forced
to change my opinion about the reality of house-hauntings. Odd things
keep happening, almost every day, at the interesting old house that —
just for fun — we’ve named “Squirrels’ Leap.”
The week before we
moved in, I was at the house by myself, painting on the second floor. I
was perfectly comfortable, not nervous, just thinking happy thoughts
about our new home. Right at dusk, suddenly, the house filled with a
combination of noises that at first I attributed to squirrels in the
walls or on the roof. Then I realized it was louder and heavier than
little squirrel feet — it sounded like somebody RUNNING through the
downstairs rooms, causing noise and vibrations through the second
floor. I laughed about it later and said the old house had more than
squirrels in the walls — maybe they were chimpanzees or wolverines,
judging by all the noise they were making. “Ghost” just never occurred
to me, so I kept on painting.
A day or two later, my son Jamie and I
were over at the empty house, looking around. The house suddenly filled
up with a delicious aroma that reminded me of baking apples, or maybe
apple cake. We looked at each other, puzzled.
“Where’s that smell
coming from?” The oven was off, and there weren’t even any pans in the
kitchen yet. In some rooms, the sweet scent was strong — in others, not
discernible at all.
Several times, doors have been found open that
we left closed, but the strange phenomenon that has puzzled me the most
is the white noise. We have a clock radio that is also a white noise
machine. For several years, we’ve gone to sleep with the noise set on
“Wind,” which makes a soothing, rushing noise that drowns out other
noises and is pleasant to fall asleep to.
Since moving into the new
house, every time I’ve set the machine on the wind setting and tried to
go to sleep, I’ve heard what sounds like a faint voice speaking a
phrase over and over and over again, under the wind noise. It’s similar
to what it sounds like when you’re in the house and can hear someone
talking outside, and even though you can’t understand the words, you
know it’s unmistakably the cadence of a human voice. The strange, muted
voice is so noticeable that I’ve had to get up and turn the noise
machine off because it was keeping me from sleeping. As soon as I turn
the machine off, the voice stops along with the wind noise. Once it
sounded like a man’s voice. Another time I thought it sounded more like
a woman, repeating the same indistinguishable phrase over and over
again.
Okay, here’s the incident that really gave me the creeps, and
pretty much made me a believer. There were just me, Roscoe the cat and
Hagrid the Great Dane in the house. Hagrid, who refuses to climb the
steep stairs, was downstairs. Kitty was keeping me company upstairs.
I
was in the bathroom getting dressed. The house was perfectly quiet.
Suddenly I heard the unmistakable sound of human footsteps. Step — step
— step — step — step — step — across the bare pine floor in the central
sitting area upstairs, right next to the bathroom. I called out,
“Doyle? Jamie?” No answer. I walked out into the sitting area. Only
Kitty was sitting there, perched on a chair, frozen, his eyes wide
open, terrified. He was staring in the direction the footsteps had
gone, toward Doyle’s office. No human was in the house but me.
Not
willing to believe it was a ghost, I told myself, “Those footsteps
must have been Kitty walking across the floor. Maybe this old floor
just amplified his soft steps.”
Nope. Right then, Roscoe jumped down
from the chair and walked across the same section of floor the
footsteps had come from. With a fearful certainty, I realized that his
little white feet were perfectly silent as they padded across the floor.
I
don’t quite know what to think. I don’t get a feeling of evil or some
malevolent presence — it’s all just very, very strange. All of these
incidents are totally outside the realm of my experience, and I’m not
sure how to process them.
For almost 20 years in Mississippi, we
lived in a house much older than this one. Like all old houses, it made
noises. It popped and creaked and moaned in the wind. But I never heard
footsteps, or smelled baking when the oven was off, or heard a voice
murmuring through my white-noise machine.
Could our old house truly be haunted?
By Celia DeWoody
Published Dec. 10, 2008 Harrison (Ark.) Daily Times
Copyright 2008 CPI, Inc.
Comments (7)
First of all, I LOVE your pictures!! And I do believe in haunted houses, we lived in one here in Mississippi and people made fun of us and thought that it was our imagination but stuff really did happen! A lot like you were describing. Open doors, footsteps, weird things going on, knocking on doors, etc. We felt like it was more spirits tho. I think we started praying out loud about it and it stopped then or slowed down at least (mom could tell you more). One day my Aunt was there, we were in the process of moving out and she happened to be there by herself and so she sat down and started playing piano, she was playing and all of a sudden right behind her there came this howling noise. She said the hair on her neck stood up and she froze, not knowing if she should run or turn and look. She finally slowly turned around and there was our dog, sitting on his haunches howling his little heart out. =) He hated noise and would howl at noises. Have you researched the history of the house? Did someone die there? That would be interesting to know.
What a delightful, delicious adventure you are having! You could write a wonderful book about this...I suggest you start of diary of "happenings". BTW I love your new page design. -April
Creepy, indeed! Get ready, because you are about to become inundated with ghost stories from people. They won't be as well-told as yours, but they are going to pour in. Prepare yourself.
We had a new house that we had built and we could hear footsteps on the deck coming to the front door. I was the only one who saw the figure of a person. It was strange a white misty figure. Never felt afraid or anything. Then in our house in Blytheville AR, we had a little jokester in the house. He stood around 3 feet high and would run past the doorways and we thought the boys were up but everytime the two boys were sound asleep. he never did anything but run through the house. We felt like it was a little boy. Dawn
I hope that you can document whatever is going on. Have others that lived in the house experienced any of this? At least life won't be dull!
It is so well described ! You make me deliciously shiver , Coelia . We would believe be there with you and be amazed by those strange things . But after all , a ghost that gives good smell of bakery is certainly a cute ghost . Have no fear . I have an idea for your next post titled ; " Dialogue with my ghost " . Wouldnot be that great ?
Love
Michel
I would hardly know what to feel about a ghost in my home! But yours does sound a friendly spirit...