“I grew up for the most part at my grandparents’ house in Bucks County. They built their house on a 6.5 acre plot of land in Bedminster township” My friend starts her story simply, she has a bright and sunny disposition but on this occasion her voice over the phone is serious as she continues to try to find an explanation to the odd feelings and noises in her former beloved home. Normally she calls herself a “skeptical believer”, but in this instance she finds herself scratching her head a bit more than usual.
“There were always strange happenings going on in the house.”
I begin questioning by asking
“Has anyone ever actually died in the house? Or on its acreage?”
“My great-grandmother was the only one to pass away in the house itself. However, there were countless animals buried in the back yard underneath a 300+ year old maple tree. I knew the house had an odd vibe to it. During the day the house had a pleasant feeling. The type of feeling that if you were left alone for the entire day, you had no worries. Everything was bright, pleasant, and open. The yard, as vast as it was, was neatly kept, and you could always smell my grandmothers flowers if the windows were open and the wind was blowing at any point while they were in bloom. When it was daytime the house was peaceful and pleasant. Night time is a different story. At night the house would change. Not physically…. that would be impossible, but the aura. ” She pauses for a bit as if thinking things through a bit before continuing.
“What do you mean by the aura?” I ask, curious because I don’t think I’ve ever heard that word being used with a house before.
“Well, the house would turn cold and empty feeling in the hours between sundown and sun up, even though my family was home. Aside from that it also felt hostile at some points, I would be extremely afraid to be alone at night in that house. I was never able to explain this feeling. I thought could be psychological, however I was not the only person to comment on the feel of the house after dark. My suspicion is that it was related to the land as the house itself was a labor of love for my grandparents. If anything the aura should have been happy and loving and carefree, instead I became afraid to sleep in the dark because I would feel like something was watching me constantly. I would be too scared to go outside at times in the dark just to go get something from my car. It was such an odd feeling that I never really understood.”
“Was there anything else, besides the feelings of being watched?”
“I would hear voices from outside at night. Sometimes there would be yelling, when I’d look out my bedroom window not a soul was there.I would see a shadow in the hallway, going into another room and no one would be in the room when I’d go to investigate.” She takes a deep breath before she continues her tale.
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I have woken up in the middle of the night to hear footsteps actually inside my bedroom. My floor creaked at the end of my bed. I would never see anyone, but I would hear a certain spot on my floor creak, one that would never creak on its own. You would have apply pressure, like stand on it or walk over it to get it to do it. After awhile I would just squeeze me eyes shut and try to ignore it. Then the sun would come up, the scary feeling that creeped in at night would be gone,it was almost as if a switch was flipped to creepy at night and then switched back to normal at dawn. It was an odd experience, and one I have not felt since we have moved. I believe some things can be explained by science, however…” My friend pauses again on the phone. I can hear a little shudder in her voice as her tone becomes a bit wary, not like herself at all almost as if she is reliving it all over again.
“Some things… some things you just are baffled by.”