We once had a call from some clients who wanted to sell their house and
move out to the country. We would follow the same procedure we always do.,
set up an appointment to view the home and sum up a "Brokers Price
Analysis." We went through the process and listed the house for sale. We
found them the perfect house in the country. They would be moving out of their
home soon. I went over to the home to take pictures for the flyer.
Upon arriving, the house looked harmless, somewhat serene sitting among the
trees at the end of the street. It was a house that was built in the 70's. It had
two levels with a big yard. It sat on approximately one acre of land. The yard
was grown over, but I could tell that at one point someone had put a lot of love
into the upkeep.
Upon entering the house I immediately felt uneasy. When you walk in the door
you have the choice of going down the stairs or moving forward which brings
you to the main level of the home. I mentioned to Mark later that day that I felt
uneasy in the house and noticed some strange things while I was there. There
was a head of a "Devil" sitting on the table in the living room. I also found it
quite unnerving that there were plastic dolls, some with just torsos hanging from
the ceiling. I decided to wait on the pictures and went downstairs. It was very
dark. There were 4 more bedrooms, a huge living area and a bar. The bar
was like a dark cave. Another room was situated towards the back and was
also like a cave. There were no windows. I felt a very strong presence, ran up
the stairs and left.
I decided to come back later to take the pictures when I wasn't alone. The
owners cleared everything out. Now the house sat there vacant. I went back
with my daughter and boyfriend. We were able to get enough pictures for the
flyer, but all of us were very uneasy. My daughter covered her ears as if she
could hear someone. She was crying and saying, "No stop, we have to
leave." We left immediately. Mark, who is not easily scared off, said he would
not go back there again at night.
A few months had passed and the house still sat vacant with no buyers. Most
clients who we would take through would not stay long enough to go through
the entire house. One client started walking down the stairs and backed up
quickly. She looked at me and said she felt as though someone did not want
her down there. Needless to say, she did not buy the house.
My sister had been very ill. She was in the hospital for a couple of months and
eventually passed on. I spent a lot of time out of town and it was hard for me
to work and concentrate for quite some time. My father then passed away
three weeks after my sister.
The house still sat vacant. It was time to get back to work and I was asked to
hold an Open House. It was a pretty day. The sun was out and I was
determined to have a productive day. I pulled into the driveway and unloaded
all my signs. I entered the house. There was a card table and one chair sitting
in the kitchen. I decided that would be a perfect place to set up for the day. I
was sitting at the table reading, waiting for someone to come through when I
heard an odd, yet somewhat familiar, unnerving sound. I tried to ignore it but it
became louder and louder. It seemed to echo throughout the entire house. I
realized what it was. It was that undeniable sound of a ventilator. It is a sound
that haunts me to this day. One that only one can relate to if they too have
witnessed their loved one laying there with this machine breathing for them. I
could not seem to move quick enough to get out the door. I managed to grab
my cell phone and was making my way out.
The first thing I saw was my car sitting in the driveway. The driver’s side door
was open! I felt as if the house was mocking me, and asking me to leave. I
tried to call Mark from my cell phone but it said "no service." Reluctantly, I
made my way to the front door and locked it. Forget the signs. I couldn't get
out of there quick enough.
A few months later I saw the previous owner. She was a petite woman with
long black hair with one white streak through it. I mentioned to her that I felt a
presence in her previous home. She looked at me and replied, "I summoned
them."
Story courtesy of Renee at: www.reneesghosts.com