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This is an excerpt from my book.. The book is based on my life, this is Chapter 22, titled "Haunting"









My life had been turned upside down, and I still hadn’t unpacked the house we had just bought, things were moving super fast, but at the same time it felt like time had stopped.



My daughter had her own room, and I had set my sons room up right next to mine, the nursery was beautiful full of light and colors, the house was pre war, so it was very old and creaky, but I saw its charm, and loved it.



Right across from my room was the storage room, and next to that room was my daughter’s room, and across from her was her brother and next to that was my room, at the end of the hall was the bathroom.



It was a lovely 2 story home , and as you entered the front door, you were in the entry hall, it was a large space, lots of hardwood floor, to the left as you entered the house was the stairway, to the right of the entry hall was the family room, and if you were to walk a bit further in the entry hall, you would see that the wall wasn’t a wall but double doors hiding the dining room and off that was the kitchen and the 2nd bathroom.



I knew there was an attic to this place, it was on the blueprints, but I had yet to find a way to it. I had plans to turn it into the kids toy room, as well as my reading room, my daughter loved when I would read to her.



My son had finally come home, and was just settling in so I laid him in his bassinette for the night and went to my own lonely, cold bed and cried myself to sleep mourning my husband, and wondering about what I had to do now.

As I drifted off, I told him good night, I loved him. And was out like a light.



3am brings me to my feet as I hear my daughter let out a blood curdling scream. I sprang from my bed wide awake and stepped into the hallway, I notice something moving across the doorway of the storage room, but I’m too much in a hurry to really turn a light on and look.



I get to my daughters room, and turn the light on, to find her walking in circles around the room with her eyes wide open, I notice she is dragging her right side, and she is muttering “the hand, the hand, the hand, the hand” Of course, I am in a panic right now, I pick her up and try to talk to her. Her eyes are wide open but glazed over. Its like she is catatonic, I feel her head and she is burning up with fever. I asked her to look at me and tell me what’s wrong, and all she says is “the hand, the hand, the hand” by this time, I am frightened, I ask her once more , and she looks right at me, slaps my face and says “THE GODDAMN HAND” as she point to above her bed. I look and there is something that looks like a hand pushing its way through her wall above her bed.



All the sudden she stops breathing, I grab my son and carry them both down the stairs to get to the phone, and I had no car, and needed an ambulance. Halfway down the stairs, something trips me, and I almost lose my balance.



I don’t remember the phone call, I don’t remember the ambulance ride, I don’t remember entering the hospital, but I do remember them fighting for my 2yo daughters life.



As I stand there praying that she makes it, the nurse attending the doctor looks at me and says “you’ll need stitches for those” I looked at her like she was an alien, I had not clue what she was talking about. “Your ankle it’s going to need stitches” was her reply to my confused look. I looked at my ankle, and there were 5 perfect hand shaped long cuts along my ankle, the skin was just hanging open and I could see the bone.



My daughter started breathing and her fever had dropped, they kept her in for tests, and diagnosed her with “seizure disorder” and released her 3 days later. I had dropped the kids off at the neighbors so that I could grab a few extra Items for our trip back to Nevada, I wasn’t staying here another week, if I could help it.



As I stepped into the house, there was a loud crash in the room above me, I knew that was the storage room, and screamed in fright as it happened.



I slowly made my way up the steps and went straight to my daughter’s room first to get her clothes and her favorite monkey puppet toy she wanted that.



I had to step over books and clothes once I reached the top of the stairs, someone had been here in my house, but whom?



I didn’t even look into the storage room to see the damage; the door was shut, which sent the red light off in my head again, as I never closed the door to my upstairs rooms, it got too stuffy when you did that. And I didn’t want my kids sick.



I made my way around the obstacle of books and clothing and entered my daughters room, and my eyes focused on the had straight away

It was like ……like a sculpture the hand was still there, in the same spot, the hair on my arms and neck raised to a full attention position like an entire army of soldiers waiting for their directive.



Another exploding BOOOM from the room next to me sent me to my knees with my ears covered, I was frightened and angry, who would attack a widow and 2 children like this?



I grabbed my daughter’s clothes and put them in a suitcase I had in the top of her closet, I moved quietly and did the same for my son’s clothes and diapers.



I did not want to be there any longer; I stopped and listened, but heard nothing in this creaky old house, no sound at all. It was unnaturally quiet.



I made my way with my suitcases quietly to my room, so that I could pack my things as well. As I made it to my room and started quietly closing my door to lock it, I noticed the other rooms door was wide open, and the mess I saw made me want to cry, the old box from Ireland had been ripped open, my old saddle blanket was ripped and unrecognizable and scattered all over the room, all my built in book shelves had been ripped off the walls, and 2 of the 4 books on my families history were shredded and scattered around the room as well.



I dropped the suitcases and walked over to the other room, not caring what I stepped on anymore. There behind the book shelves that no longer covered the wall that looked like they were part of the wall, was an old door.



I walked over and turned the handle, it was not locked. I opened the door and the amount of dust and heat and stuffy yuck that came down those attic steps was stifling.



I made it to the top of the steps and looked up to see a skull swinging in a meat hook. I screamed and almost lost my balance once again one this time, the attic steps.



I walked up the last 4 steps and turned the light on, it worked.

What I saw was exactly what I expected it to be, a room that ran the entire size of the house and just as wide.



I looked for footprints or disruptions in the dust, but there were none, the floor, and a few trunks and boxes as well as a chair or 2, that looked as old as the house its self were all in an even uniform of dust. I made my way into the attic, and stopped dead cold, there in the middle of the floor of this sealed off attic was my daughters Monkey puppet.



I picked it up and looked at it, not a spot of dust on it. How did it get here? No one even knew how to get to this room let alone…. The only way in is through that door which was covered in layers of plaster, sheet rock and bookshelves.



I saw a large furnace at the end of the room, it was as High as I was tall, and it was ten feet long, what a monster of a furnace for such a quaint house.



I grabbed a chair and pulled it to the side to stand on and see if anything had been stored on top.



Under 6 inches of dust and cobwebs my hand hit something solid but it moved. I shrieked in terror as I knew what it was…………………….



The police and coroners office inspected the entire room and confirmed the only foot prints into or out of the room was my own, the removed the Skeletal remains of someone who no one knew. The bones were tested and it was estimated they were 117 years older than me. I asked them to remove the head and meat hook from the doorway as well; they looked at me like I was crazy.



And believe me; I was feeling the need to find a nice clean psych ward at this time as well.





The confirmed the body had no head, but assured me that there was no head hanging in the door way from a meat hook either.



I reflected back to the Night my daughter had her attack, and remember the thing swinging from the doorway of the storage room, it swung the same way the skull that wasn’t there had swung.



I locked that house and only returned 1 other time to take an evp. What I heard after I left that house and replayed it has made me believe very much in Recorded energy left in places throuout time. Call them spirits, ghosts, demons whatever, I just know that I believe





Here is the EVP I recorded:



* NOTE you will hear "clicking" sounds, that would be my dowsing rods connecting...







house ghosts2..mp3