One day, during a particularly active time of hauntings, I turned on the audio recorder on my phone just to see what would happen. Most of the recording was blank. Just the sounds of me walking or shuffling. But I did catch one interesting thing. It was a strange, tinny sounding voice. It sounded like most of the typical EVP recordings you hear from paranormal investigators. It said one word; “Ashley.”
That is my daughter’s name.
I still have the recording.
A while back, we were occasionally seeing a ‘ghost dog’ running around the house. It would appear out of the corner of the eye of whoever saw it, and it would disappear around a corner when we would turn to look straight at it.
Then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
Recently, he or she came back. I just happened to catch it out of the corner of my eye. Just one time. I have not seen it since.
Just the other day, our 2 year old granddaughter Hinlee decided to perform for us all. Ashley started the music on her phone and Hinlee danced her way through the living room, much to the delight of us all. She laughed and danced and moved across the room, until she stopped suddenly at the top of the hallway, staring down at the other end.
We all asked her what she was doing as she stood there totally frozen in place. Finally she backed her way toward us, scared. Steven picked her up, asking her what was wrong. She finally said that she wanted to know who “the man” was that stood at the end of the hall. The “man” then evidently walked into Brooklyn’s room (which has always been the room with the most activity).
The rest of the evening Hinlee kept glancing in that direction every time she passed the hallway.
I am growing ever closer to finishing my book on my haunted life. It will contain the detailed telling of all the experiences I have had. I will probably end up offering it as a PDF E-book. How many out there would be interested in this book? Leave a comment on this post if you might be interested.
If you have not read my previous Facebook posts about the significance of me finding random dimes, please read those posts. With that, here is another example…One day, as we were sitting around talking about all of the dimes we were all finding, some were kiddingly saying they were sure it was Tim behind all the dimes. I mentioned that it would be a LOT more helpful if he sent hundred dollar bills instead, and we all laughed. Finally, in all seriousness I said that if it was indeed somehow Tim finding ways to leave all these dimes around for us to find, there would only be one reason why. With the sheer number of times this was happening, he was simply trying to be funny.
The very next morning with that thought ringing in my head, I was snickering to myself about how Tim, if he was somehow able to take part in this, was trying to be funny. When I arrived at work, I brought out my key to my office (I am the only one who has a key to this office) and I opened the door. Flipping on the light, I was shocked and surprised at what I found. But soon I was laughing.
Right on the floor in the dead center of my office was… a Mexican 10 centavo piece. No matter how hard I try to stretch the possibilities, I have absolutely now way of explaining how that got there.
This is the site of the last lynching in our town’s history. 1895. I am not sure if it is the exact same tree or not but it is said that this site is haunted by the two men lynched there.
One night when our oldest son Chris and his wife Sarah were staying with us after having just finished school in Phoenix, they had a strange and scary incident in our back room where they were staying.
They had just gone to bed and were laying half awake, when suddenly the lamp above them on a shelf at the head of their bed began to scoot, eventually falling toward the bed onto them.
After putting the lamp back up on the shelf, Chris climbed back into bed. Sometime during the night, Chris awoke to the sound of his backpack rustling. The backpack, which was clear across the room, had a pocket where he kept loose change, and he could hear the change rattling. As he began to lift his head to see what was going on, the backpack sailed across the room, landing on the bed next to him.
Needless to say, they were quite startled.
Early this morning our unseen visitor came out of one of the rooms. He was heard but not seen.