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| Cassandra "Elvira" Peterson and her Haunted House |
| It all started when I bought this house I was living in a while ago. It�s a big old dark four story house in Hollywood Hills. It was built in 1910 and there had been 3 deaths there. One was an accidental death, a girl fell in the swimming pool. One was a murder, a husband killed his wife and her lover. Another was a suicide, by hanging in a bedroom closet. It�s always nice to know when you're sleeping that someone hung themselves in your closet. Anyway, I didn't know all of this when I first bought the house. I found it all out from old neighbors that lived in the area for 50-60 years. They had newspaper clippings and told us the stories. I would hear people walking around on the 4th floor and I didn�t have anything on the 4th floor, nothing up there at all. It had a very thin winding staircase, so it was really hard to put any furniture up there it was basically a big empty room. I would hear distinct walking at night up there, sometimes when I would come home all the lights would be on upstairs. I would be scared out of my mind to go up there and turn them off. I would ask my husband " Did you go upstairs to the 4th floor?" And he would say "No, I haven�t been up there in 3 weeks" I'd ask anybody that was in our house, nobody went up there. I saw a person sitting in front of my fireplace one night in a chair, it was as real as you and me, I started talking to the person. I was expecting people over for a dinner party and ran downstairs and there was this guy sitting in a chair and I said "Hello" and he just stared at me and I got a little creeped out because I thought I don�t know who this is. I turned around to call my husband and when I turned back around he was gone. Never saw him again. I saw a puff of smoke one night while I was lying in bed, I thought the house was on fire and I bolted right up because the smoke was right in the great room, as we called it, was right outside the bedroom door. It just hung there in the air and I kept staring at it. I was ready to wake up my husband because I thought it was a fire, fire is what I was really afraid of in our house because it was wood and it was made in 1910 so it would go up like a match. The smoke turned into a woman wearing a nurse uniform came into the bedroom and bent over my husband and said "I have to take him into the swimming pool," I asked "Where are you taking him?" And she said "Into the swimming pool" I said " Nuh-uh, no you're not," then she turned back into smoke. I know this is really odd, I thought I was cracking up, I felt like I had to go to a psychiatrist�. It was really bizarre, I had friends who said they had dreams about the house and that in the basement there was something very, very bad under the house. That the people in the house, the spirits, were protecting us from what ever was under the house. I had one friend who had this very vivid dream and then I had another friend who had the same dream without even knowing each other. I did feel safe there despite being right in the middle of Hollywood, I never even locked my doors, even at night, the entire time I lived there and never had any problems there. Our home wasn�t for sale, but Brad Pitt made us an offer we could not refuse. He kept coming back and offering us more money and we kept saying "No it�s not for sale,". I told him about all of the haunting activity, and he liked it, he thought it was cool. I told him that thinking that he wouldn�t be interested in it anymore because we really did not want to sell it, but we finally sold it to him in August. |