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Submitted by Tim from MO 10/31/03
My name is Tim. For several years I've dreamed of getting involved in the
Home Rehabilitation Field. Upon searching on the internet and doing research
I came across a home in SEVERE disrepair. The company was selling the home
for 2000.00 dollars because it was basically a shell of a home, with only
four walls and a badly worn roof. I purchased the home and went right to
work.
The first day I was working, I kept getting this strange tingling feeling
on my neck. My jaw felt like it was numb where it connects to my skull.
I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, because of all the excitement
surrounding the purchase of my home and celebrating. As I unloaded the tools
and loaded them onto the bare living room floor, I did not notice anything
strange. On my return, I learned that my tools that had been neatly piled
in the center of the room had been spread across the floor and rearranged.
I thought it was very strange, because I was totally alone, and decided to
leave the house because I feared that vandals may be in the house.
I got really busy with work, and was busy until the first snow. I wasnt able
to work in the home because there were no windows or doors, let alone electrical
wires. I returned with a friend to board up the doorways and put plastic over
the windows, to keep the snow out. After completing a few windows my friend
desperately had to use the restroom. I joked about him having to go outside
because there was no plumbing. Being rather uptight as usual, he grabbed a
coffee can and proceeded to head towards the basement stairs. Once he was down
stairs, he urinated in the can. From behind him he heard a woman's voice saying
'I don't care where he be goin', as long as he ain't stinkin' up my bathroom' and
then some very boisterous laughter. He ran up the stairs white as a ghost and
refused to ever re-enter the house.
In the following months after that winter, a friend of mine wanted to see the house
she wanted to move herself and children into it. Being that she was such a good
friend, I didn't feel silly telling her the story about the home. Her husband had died
a year earlier, and she had spent a lot of time dabbling in the occult and said that
she'd like to investigate. I went back with her, sheepishly. We placed a hand held
tape recorder in the living room, and announced to the house that all they needed
to do is speak and the recorder would record thier voices. We returned, and only garbage
noise and odd sounds filled the entire voice activated recorder. We tried again later,
this time staying with the tape to ask specific questions. This time we only got one sentence
OVER AND OVER.. It was very clear.. You got to be leavin' before my husband be gettin' home.
Of course we had no idea that this was recorded until we got home. My friend was so startled
that she started going to church every Sunday and refuses to return the tape, claiming her
pastor burned it. I've not returned to the house since then. I figure the ghost of the woman
is not alone and her husband may not want me in their home.. and they can keep it.
I asked the neighbors about the home, but am only greeted with weird stories of children being
frightened of going anywhere near the home.. even though from the outside you would never know
that anything is different about it. I did find out how the house became in such disrepair..
After the previous inhabitants were scared out of the home by some activity.. The mortgage company
boarded it up, and tried to sell it. The caretaker would make frequent visits to cut the grass
and insure that it had not been broken into. One night a mysterious fire broke out.. from the
basement. It only consumed the basement and the bedroom directly over it before a fire crew
was able to put it out. 2 years went by, and I purchased the home.. and the rest is just local
legend.
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