My Personal Hauntings: The House on Main...part 1

I think that just about all of us have our own stories of the supernatural or the unexplained, and so it should come as no surprise then that I have a tale to tell as well.  The only difference might be that my story spans over two decades and involves multiple encounters of the spooky kind!

This is just the first in a short series of posts sharing with you some of the true life hauntings from the house on Main. Feel free to be skeptical, but before you roll your eyes and scoff- remember, almost all of the encounters you will hear of can be verified by about a large number first hand witnesses who will all swear under oath to the truth in these pages.

Perhaps the best place to start would be at the beginning with one of the earliest group encounter events I can remember.

Image of the author and her older sister in the House on Main.

When I was two years old, my parents and my sister and I moved into one of the oldest homes in our neighborhood.  A two story brick house that had been built in 1907 while the town was still young and it became home to the Mayor and his family.  I will be honest that I have never invested the time in researching the history of the home beyond that or any of its previous owners, so I cannot make a claim that there was a gruesome  murder in the attic or that it was built over a sacred burial ground, though I also suppose such things cannot be ruled out unless we look them up. All that I can truly attest to are the events that happened from my childhood all the way into my adulthood, a few of which I would like to relate to you now.





A happy child who had just moved into her new home!

The earliest memories I have that something not quite natural about my home was when I was around 6 or 7 years old.  I remember being in bed in the night with my sister and our cousin in a bed on the other side of our shared room.  In the still of the night as we were all on the verge of sleep, a deep male voice echos quietly from the middle of the room, "Surprise".

All three of us bolted upright in our beds and screamed!!  My parents came bolting into the room and threw on the lights, and asked what had happened.  When regaled with our story, of which all three of us reported the same thing in detail, a thorough search of all closets and under all beds was conducted and then we were told we had just all had a bad dream and to go back to sleep.  Just so you know...I don't think we did go back to sleep that night.

There were many more whispers to be heard during the next few years, some calling us out by names (audible to all children present), resulting in our repeatedly running into the next room and asking the adult what they wanted only to find out they had not called us.  That would change as I grew in to adulthood myself, yet the entity would still seem to find the most fun in group scares!