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Team Member J.B. Experience #1:
The So Cal Haunted Home
I moved back to California after two years on a specific job in the Mid-West. When I returned I rented a house near the coast in Los Angeles. Unbeknownst to me the house I rented was haunted. When I first looked at the house I felt nothing specific, but did feel a cold spot in one of the
bedrooms, but dismissed it. After moving into the house I soon found out the room with the cold spot had a little more than a cold spot. I selected that room for my bedroom. One night I lay in bed reading, no television on, no radio on, no noise at all. From the corner of the room where I felt the cold spot, there was a sudden sound of a radio playing. I listened carefully to see if I could hear what the radio was playing, trying to determine if it was something I was hearing from some other location. But what I was hearing was nothing from modern day. Instead it was Franklin D. Roosevelt giving a fireside chat. Reporting on the war effort in Europe.
That corner of the room, no matter what I did, never was warm. It was always freezing cold. In the seventeen years of living there many strange things took place; the fireside chats
were the least of them.
Late one evening my roommate came out of the bathroom and came face to face with a man in uniform. He didn't scare her but it did startle her. Of course she wasn't expecting to walk out of the bathroom and find a military man standing in the door way to the hall. She simply stood there looking at him then watched him disappear into thin air.
One other night, very late, around three in the morning, I went in to check on my roommate's son, who was ten years old. He always kicked the covers off and this night was a rather cold winter night. I don't sleep well
as a result I would roam the house at night while everyone else was asleep, so I generally went in to check on the kid just to be sure he was covered up. When I entered his room, standing at the foot of the bed was an elderly man. I stopped in the doorway looking at this man. I could see through him, so I knew I was looking at an apparition. But I said softly and openly, 'leave this child alone and do not come into this room again.' The man disappeared into thin air. Never did any of us see him in that room again.
One night my cousin, who also shared the house with us, came to my room and asked me to come into the living room. She acted strangely but would not say why she wanted me to come into the living room. I got up and went out there as did my other roommate and her son. There in the living room was a fog that covered the floor of the living room and went up about three feet above the floor. The odd thing about it was it did not go into the dining room, which was wide open to the living room. Nor did it go past the open doorway leading to the hall or the open arch way leading to the foyer. There was also a pass through window, about five feet high and five feet wide into the kitchen from the living room and it had not entered into the kitchen. It was fully contained in the living room. The house faced West. In California the wind almost always blows from the west so we opened the front door, directly opposite the living room and opened the back door, which was directly opposite the front door waiting for the breeze to blow the fog out. It did not. The furnace was not on. Nor had anyone been cooking in the kitchen. The fog stayed at the same level, unmoved by the breeze, for nearly three hours; then it simply disappeared.
My cousin told me then of a strange thing she had been experiencing at night. She said that when she was sitting on the edge of her bed or when she was laying down and had her arm hanging over the edge of the bed she would suddenly feel something pass through her legs or arm, respectfully. As if someone or something passed through her, yet remained invisible. She told me it did not frighten her but found it to be an odd occurrence. It was consistent, each and every night. I asked her when she first noticed this and she said it wasn't until she had rearranged her room and moved her bed to the inside wall of her room.
I investigated the house and could not find who had lived in it before. It had been a rented house for a number of years and there had been more than one owner who had rented it out... so trying to track down who the man was that listened to the fireside chats was impossible. I did discover that at one time the land had been part of a ranch and this particular area had been farm-hand's homes, or shacks. Beyond this there was nothing that would give a clue to what caused these various events to take place. All I can say is it made things interesting.
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