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In the morning I would check if Terry had gotten up, but it was never her either. My two year old has now been claiming that she sees wolves gaurding her bed and won't let her get up, so we have now moved her in a small room downstairs off our bedroom. The middle of June, the two oldest children had gone to spend the summer in California with some relatives. With the older children gone, I had only DeeDee home. I was starting to get a little upset about the basement noise when I heard it. Especially since I know the door never moved, being chained and a heavy piece of equipment atop of it. The sounds of footsteps coming down from upstairs woke us quite frequently, and really un-nerved us as we knew the upstairs had no children sleeping in it at all. I tried hard during the day to forget the sounds I heard at night. I found myself trying to stay outside almost all day with DeeDee.
One Sunday, my husbands nephew and his wife came over to visit us. We told them of our strange happenings, and sounds. His wife and I got the bright idea to go upstairs and put flour down on the floor, to see if we could capture any footprints. With the children away and the bedrooms unoccupied, we knew no one would disturb it. For the first couple of weeks I never had the courage to go up and check it for footprints. With all the walking around we could hear upstairs, I had just wanted to stay away from those rooms. On the 24th of July, I had beenplaying outside with DeeDee since early morning. I had no windows open at all. I merely opened the back door and left it standing wide open. DeeDee decided she wanted to go in and color in her colorbook. We went in the house and sat at the dining room table and began to color. All of a sudden I heard the basement door open again, with heavy footsteps going down it. I was so upset that I heard it, that I started thinking to myself "There goes that damn noise again!" When all of a sudden my back door slammed shut so hard I thought the glass pane had broke! It was like it could read my mind and knew what I was thinking and that I was mad at it!!
When my husband came home from work at 4:30, I told him of what happened. He started to hear the walkings in the room above us. He sat in the chair and listened for a bit. Then he started to make noises like he couldn't breathe. After he snapped out of whatever was happening to him, he said he felt like someone or something was trying to speak through him and he fought it! With that we both panicked and grabbed the baby and moved out of the house, to camp in our bus van, and with any relatives or friends that would put us up. We would go home to pick clothes up, but everytime we tried to stay in the house, the noise grew louder and would scare us off again! We got so that we only went to the house when we had other people with us, a safety in numbers kind of thing. We had a friend who recommended a woman who was studying to become a medium. To protect her identity, I shall call her Betty. Wen had gone back to the house with Betty and a few other friends one night, to check the house and make sure everything was alright. As soon as we walked in the door, Betty definetly had strong feelings that there were spirits in the home. She walked about the upstairs pleading with it to communicate with her. My husband, Betty, and another woman that was there went down to the basement where she did see a beautiful blue ball with a small red ring around it. While she watched the ball float in the air, it went from blue to a lovely shade of green. She had said they were good colors and that the spirits were friendly, not to be afraid.
Betty came around often with us to the house. When she was there however, the spirits were on it's best behavior as it seemed to not want to perform for her. The minute she would leave and close the front door, it would have a free for all with all the noise again! Afterwards, we felt like we didn't and couldn't stay there. My sister was shocked one night when we showed up at her house at midnight. We had gone home after the last time Betty was there, thinking we would stay, but heavy man-like footsteps started coming down the hall towards us,we turned chicken and ran. Our fear is truly of the unknown. When I explained the weird incidents going on in our house, my sister took us in. Being raised catholic, rally doubted that anything like that could really exist. She confided in me that she thought I flipped my lid, the only thing was that she didn't think DeeDee and Don could flip theirs at the same time. See, by this time DeeDee was going around telling everyone about her green lady ghost! She was quite a frightened little girl. The next day, my non-believing sister and I met Betty at the house. Betty looked around upstairs, and when she came back down she said..."for as long as you've had the flour on the flor, if you haven't seen any prints by now, chances are you won't". Shortly after that my sister's daughter arrived with one of her friends. They decided to go upstairs to check the flour again. As soon as they got to the top, they yelled down for me and Betty to come up and see that in the flour was indeed a footprint. Just one print at that, of a tiny square heeled shoe. Immediately it came to my mind of an old fashioned high buttoned shoe, the kind you would only find in a museum. That print was in the middle of the room. Towards the window was another shoe print, the same foot and only one print. We were stunned! The next evening we returned to the house with Betty to check the flour again. We went upstairs and were shocked to find the prints had disappeared as miraculously as they came! The flour didn't look disturbed at all and the prints were gone. That made my sister a firm believer, as she had seen it with her own eyes!
My husband had a very old Grand-ma clock, which has been in his family for years. We both hold it very dear to us. I was also ncharge of winding it. I always wound it just enough to run for two days, for I didn't want to wind it and break the strings as it was so old. One day I had the strong urge not to wind it at all, I thought it was silly to feel that way so I wound it anyway, but no more than usual. That clock ran correct for almost two full weeks without running down, then it finally stopped and the time read 11:25. Every time we came to visit our house, something had or would happen. On occassion, I heard the most beutiful music playing, it was just heavenly. It was the only thing I wasn't afraid of. Other times we could come home to find both the front and back door swing open for us , like it knew we were coming. Most of the time when we were at the house I opened the drapes to let the sunshine inside. We could go about our business and turn around to find the drapes swing shut once again. One night we had gone to the house with my husbands brother and his wife, as his wife was in to that spooky paranormal stuff. Cindy,(my husbands sister in law) and I decided to go upstairs and check the flour once again. This time there were prints...only one foot again, but of a man's barefoot at that! My sister in law took off her sandal and put her barefoot next to the man's for size. From the size and width of the print, and the spread of the toes it had to be a man, a big man! That was enough for me.

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