The last house my mother owned was haunted. I was a teenager when we moved in, and I saw and heard a lot of things that indicated we weren’t alone.
The dominant ghost was a tall man wearing a vest with a watch fob. He had a white shirt with a stiffly starched collar. I dubbed him Allen. Allen stared at me and woke me up many nights. He never spoke. One night he woke me up and I said, “Allen, why don’t you go to sleep?” He looked surprised and left.
The woman next door said her husband built our house, as well as her own, in 1910. Allen wore clothes of that era, but of course I didn’t tell the lady about our ghost. Later I found out that a baby had been born in my room. Allen may have thought I was that child. At any rate, Allen seemed bound to protect me. He could see the relationship between my father and me was strained, to say the least.
I was afraid of my father. There were two doors to our bathroom-without locks. My father liked to enter the bathroom while I occupied it and he wouldn’t leave.
Once I was sitting in the kitchen talking to my mother when we heard a door slam. After a few minutes, my father came to the kitchen, wild-eyed and red in the face. “I told you not to slam the door in my face,” he said to me. I told him I hadn’t slammed a door. “Yes, you did,” he answered, “and it’s going to cost you.” I was so grateful my mother came to my aid that time, saying I had been sitting with her. (Allen had slammed the door by the room so hard it knocked paint off.)
I got married a few years later. At first my husband scoffed about Allen. When we were visiting Mother one night, my husband woke me, saying, “There’s something in the dining room.” It was Allen running around and around the large dining table.
“What’s he doing? Look at him go!” After awhile, he changed direction and ran the other way. I didn’t know spirits needed to exercise.
It was a shame for Allen to be housebound. After my divorce I tried to exorcise him. I visited Mother, and Allen woke me that night. I told him he couldn’t just stay there; it was not good for him. Since I didn’t live there anymore, I wouldn’t need protection from my father. I said he “should go to the light.” Although Allen never spoke to me, he was listening intently and looking at me closely as I talked. I didn’t see Allen anymore, but I considered him a friend. We had moved into the house in 1964 and my attempted “exorcism” took place in the 1980s.
Another spirit could occasionally be seen in Mother’s house whom I called “Pantry Lady.” Although Mother didn’t see Allen, she sometimes caught a glimpse of Pantry Lady, an old woman, ducking back into the small pantry. She was so shy I thought she may have been fey in life.
After Mother’s death I became half owner of her home, which mysteriously burned. I had to go to the courthouse to prove ownership. The house was across a park, in perfect view of the courthouse workers. As I left, a clerk sang out, “Are you going to sell it?”
To which my boyfriend of the hour said, “Well, it’s haunted, anyway.”
This actually improved the sale of the burned house.
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