This is the house where the serious hauntings started.
In the top picture, the bedrooms ran along the left side of the house. In between those rooms, we could hear footsteps walking up and down the hallway at all hours of the night. We could also hear voices speaking amongst each other, yet never quite able to hear exactly what they were saying.
It was in the bathroom of this house that my oldest brother Ken saw the apparition of the face of JFK in the water of the toilet. (See previous blog entries).
Also on the left side of the house, dad would wake up almost nightly to the sound of footsteps running past the window in the dark. It was on that side of the house that he strung fishing wire at ankle, waist and neck level. The next night, he heard the running and went out to check but the wire was all in tact.
