When I reached the age of 10, I realized that life for me was different from most kids. While other kids had the typical family of a Mom, Dad, Brothers and Sisters and maybe a dog or cat. Me? I had a Mom, Dad, Sister, Brother...and oh yeah, Ghosts! No, I am not kidding. When I was two years old I lived in a real live haunted house complete with ghosts. I always thought I was dreaming of being visited by spirits of another realm, until oneday when I stumbled on to my Mother's diary, and indeed it told of all the events that I had remembered as a young child. I at first thought that it was some sort of book she was writing, and it couldn't of really happened as I had imagined, but I soon figured out that her diary was nothing more than factual of all the paranormal events that happened to our family. I had asked her about her diary and why she would want to write down such a thing. She had replied " I was so frightened by the incidents that I had to write them down, for soon I would block them from my mind, and it was something I do not understand why it happened and someday, when I am brave enough will try and figure out why". Being 10, I really didn't understand, but excepted her answer anyway. Let me assure you that what you are about to read are the accounts and events that actually transpired and changed our families life forever.....
On a cold snowy evening in December, my husband came home with the great news that we were to go look at a house to rent in Genoa City, Wisconsin. It sounded wonderful to me as we were quite cramped in a tiny two bedroom apartment with our three children sharing a bedroom, and we still didn't have enough room to get up from the inner table once we sat down. It was terribly small. Later that evening we went to go see that house. From the outside it appeared very old, right down to the old fashioned cupola on the front of the house. Just looking at it, I decided I suddenly decided right then and there I did not want to rent it. It had already seemed spooky to me! To please my husband we toured the house guided by our soon to be landlord. The tenants who were still in the house were half packed and ready to move. They seemed like very pleasant people. We found the inside of the house very warm, and cozy and nice. The inside of the house had been re-modled quite a bit. A lovely modern kitchen with loads of cabinet space...what more could I ask for? It had four nice size bedrooms ( what a luxury after being cramped in only two) that would be ideal for us and the children. As soon as we headed back for home, we decided we were not going to rent it. We even tried to get our relatives to rent it, for they too were looking for a place to live. They just drove past the house and said they didn't want to rent it. The following evening we drove back to the house to ask the tenants who lived there what the monthly utilities ran, for we were sure with a house of this size it would be too high. I thought I had my husband convinced that I didn't want to live in this house. When we reached home he had told the children to start packing for we were moving to this place. I was shocked as he didn't consult me first on this decision. During the next week, my sister Madge and I brought boxes over to the house and we began to get the house in shape. We put away dishes, hung drapes, brought in clothes, more boxes, etc...
After we had all our furniture in place, everyone who came to visit us, remarked on how nice and homey our house was. We all loved it, even the children loved it. I had wondered earlier if they wouldn't of thought it too old fashioned for them. They were used to small modern apartments. I was shocked to hear them agree that the big wood pillar in the living room was nice and they didn't mind the beautiful wood floors. The kitchen and the bathroom were the only two rooms with modern tile on them. So now that we were in and settled, all seemed well. Even I grew to love the house with all the room it had for me. We had even talked about oneday buying the house. I am really glad now that we only talked about ti.
One day, during the first week, the older kids as usual were in school. That left only my two year old, DeeDee, home with me. I heard someone open the metal storm door that leads to the basement. With that noise were heavy footsteps of someone going down the basement stairs ( which were concrete) and walk around making noises. I could also hear them move things. I went to the window to watch for someone to come out....No one ever did! This went on for about four months. At least once a week, I could almost count on hearing that noisy basement door!
My husband went out and even put a lock and chain on the cellar door, and even a riding lawn mower on top. Thinking that this would stop all the noise of someone sneaking into the cellar. Even though the door never opened, I could still hear the sound of it doing so. One night, my husband and I decided to go out for the evening. My oldest daughte, Terry had watched the other children for us. The next morning when we seen Terry at breakfast she said she heard us bang the door and walk in the back. I asked her how she heard us..."Mom, I was upstairs changing for bed when you came in!" I then asked her what time she got to bed, "11 o' clock" she replied. I told her she must of dreamed that she heard us, for we didn't come home until 5:30 a.m.! We passed that off as a dream and forgot all about it. Several times our son, Ricky (age 9) has come downstairs crying that he hears someone moving about in his room. We have gone upstairs to check, but never found anyone. We also tried to pass this off to him as a dream, but he keeps insisting that he was still awake and hadn't gone to sleep yet. Often I sit up in bed as I can hear one of the children coming down the stairs and go into the washroom. Ricky is our little bathroom checker, but after hearing it for several nights,and sitting watching, no one ever went into the washroom. Even after calling all their names out, I got no response and I didn't see anyone...Just heard footsteps!
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