Have ever thought your house was haunted? Do You hear sounds in your home? Do objects move by themselves? The purpose of this article is to try to help you find an explanation as to what may be occurring in your home by comparing your experiences to ours.
There are a few ways to determine if your home is haunted. Don’t think old homes are the only buildings that become haunted. A psychic medium once told me, modern properties can easily become infested with spirit activity as compared to older buildings.
My mother would often tell me stories about the ‘strange paranormal behaviour’ that surrounded my older brother. He was around 3 years old when it first started and told her he had an “imaginary friend.” Like most mum’s, she thought it was adorable. At least that was until his friend started seeming not so imaginary. She would hear my brother having in-depth conversations, as though he was answering someone, and sometimes she swore she saw a shadow follow him as he walked around the house.
As a child, I always dreaded going to visit my maternal grandmother. She was a foul woman, a stale cigarette always hanging from her frowning lips and the scent of mothballs heavy around her. I am not sure that she ever spared a kind word for me. I firmly disliked her, with all of the fervor that a child could muster. Perhaps I would have tolerated her presence more, had her home not been so severely haunted. She lived in a real life haunted house!
I do not say “haunted” lightly. Rather, that title seems like an understatement. “Evil” fits it much better. It was unassuming enough in appearance, a small, two-story townhouse nestled into the corner of a quaint suburban street. Beside it was a small yard, framed with a chain-link fence and dotted with overgrown plants and mismatched lawn ornaments. It was here that I found sanctuary on our bi-monthly visits to my grandmother’s house. Inside, the atmosphere was much different.
When I was 4 years old, my Mom re-married and we moved into an old house known as the “Nelson House“. The house had burned down in the 1940’s, killing the family that lived there, except for the father, Larry Nelson. He had the house rebuilt shortly after and hung himself in the master bedroom. It was a pretty big house – 7 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and 2 kitchens.
My brother, Mom, and Step-dad and I lived on the first floor of the Nelson House, my Grandma moved in on the second floor. About a year after we moved in, my Mom began having strange experiences. She would hear footsteps coming up behind her in the basement laundry room, and once when she was taking a shower (with the bathroom door locked), the lights kept turning off. She got out of the shower and turned the lights back on, but as soon as she stepped back into the shower, the lights would go off again. She also had a record player (this was in the early 80’s), and the song “Every Breath You Take” by The Police would drop and play every time, no matter where she placed it in the stack of records.