ckayser wrote:
When I was married to my second husband... I had never actually been inside his house.. (Even longer story wont go there) So the day after we married I moved it. The house was 107 yrs old 3 blocks from the capitol building in St Paul Mn. After much research I know 11 people had died in the house, sickness, murder and suicide. (Research was after the fact.) My husband at the time lets call him Tim did not believe in ghosts.
When we moved in we were shocked, the house was a shit hole. but as any new wife, I bit my tongue and cleaned the place up best I could. Tim had literally moved in dropped boxes and slept in the living room for 3-4 years never unpacked never even used the refrigerator. He showered at work. Strange I know. While cleaning and moving in, I found money every where. In drawers, cabinets, under the stairs, closet shelves. in the cushions of chairs, its was bazaar. even more so when I asked Tim about the $5,000 plus in cash I had found he just shugged his shoulders and said I dont know I dont leave the front room. Its not my furniture it was here when I bought the house. Creepy but, got some nice new stuff for the house.

The way the house was layed out I could lay in bed on my side and if all the doors were open see from the master bedroom to the front door (through the kitchen and living room) on the wall on the right was the basement door, (in the kitchen) You couldnt see the door, but it was there. This door has a window in it, well it was a piece of 1 way glass you could see out from the basement into the kitchen but not from the kitchen into the basement. Tim worked nights from 2pm to 10pm and often didnt get home until 2 or 3 in the morning. One night I am laying in bed and I see light coming from the basement....like a flicker TV puts out light in a dark room. I started to panic because we were redoing the basement and there was no electric turned on down there so there could not be any lights. I got up and went to the door, flickering still going on I could see it all around the door edges, I was worried about possible fire, but the light was not the right color for fire it was blue white light not orangey red, as I reached for the knob to open the door it "blew" open towards me. My hair moved, like a stiff wind had blasted past me, I heard under no uncertain terms.. "GET OUT!!" there was no light once the door was opened. I decided to follow instructions and I took my cigs and went to the porch to wait for Tim. When he got him about 30 minutes later and I told him about it, he said to me oh you met the ghost. I said you dont beive in them and he laughed and said I dont. I was confused.. but oh well.
As time went on I started noticing thing.. little black shadows running a long the walls out of the corner of my eye, spoons were always missing in the house, the children, whom I told none of this too refused to go to the basement to do laundry, after some time I was too, every time I went down there I could heard GET OUT in my head, louder and louder every time. I wasnt sleeping at night because I kept having terrible dreams about the house blowing up or burning down or something. The children would not be in the house alone and often I would come home from work and they would be waiting outside for me.
One night, I was laying in bed and Tim had come home. I was waiting for him to come into the bedroom but instead he turned on the tv and started playing video game, I could see the flicker and hear the tv and after a while he was eating chips. I could hear it, I could see the light. All of a sudden I was being pushed into the bed.. like someone was leaning over the bed and pushing down on my shoulders and hips. I could not move. I tried to scream and my mouth would not open. I could hear someone whispering some really nasty shit in my ear.... You G** Damned bitch, worthless whore, fat lazy sow over and over worse I could feel their breath on my skin, I couldnt breath and at one point I remember thinking I was going to die. During this time I HEARD Tim get up come through the room to the bathroom, I heard him do his business and come back out, he was standing next to the bed looking at me. I still couldnt move or breath, in my mind I was in a panic because I knew I was sufficating and couldnt stop it. He blew his nose and all of a sudden the weight was gone and I came up about 6 inches off the bed, screaming. Tim asked me what was happening he said I looked strange with my mouth moving in slow motion. He said I looked like I was sleep talking but my eyes were open. I had a bruise on my arm, like someone had gripped it too tight, you could tell it was a hand print.
Things got really rough over the next few months. I thought I was going insane, I did research, joined Twin Cities Paranormal group, anything I could do to find out what was happening in my house.
Finally I has a psychic come out to the house. We set up cameras and recorders left and went and had lunch to talk about the house and what was going on. When we came home we listened to the recorder and there was foot steps, screaming, glass braking.. all sorts of noises that should not have been there. There was nothing on video until she started to do a reading on the house, orbs and lights swirled around her. About 5 minutes in she looked at me and said I lied, Im a fake, and I am leaving this shit is real... and out the door she went. I called her and she told me I need to get some real help she wasnt coming back into my house.
Things only got worse, the kids and I would go to the mall for hours on end everyday waiting for Tim to get hom who could have careless about everything that was happening. We lived like that for a year. Tim agreed there was a ghost and would then say he didnt believe. The girls started sharing a bedroom, as Abbys room had what they called the bloody wall of death. Red rusty colored stuff would seep through that wall. Only there no where else in the house. We even changed out the drywall 3 times. There were no pipes or electirc in that wall, it always came back even through paint.
I begged my husband to sell the house. He paid 35K for it, I found a buyer willing to spend $180,000 on it because it was the last peice of land that was dual zoned residential and commercial and they wanted it for a parking lot. He refused to sell. said he felt safe there. Our marriage was getting really bad and abuse started. Tim actually moved into the basement where we all refused to go. It wasnt even finished, it was just piled with crap, he laid a twin mattress on the floor and slept there. I found his diary one day and read it. It went from sunshine and roses to wacko really fast. Tim wouldnt eat food in the house he always ate out, though strange I figured it was part of being single he was holding on too, Tim was a creature of habit. I read he felt the house was trying to poison him. He felt the house was punishing me for not loving him enough. He hated the house but refused to leave because the house loved him. One week out of every month he would only drink water and not eat anything.. as a way to purge the posion from himself. I decided to start cousling.. as I felt I was going insane. The gal who talked to us first talked to use as a couple then seperately. On my second visit she told me to leave, she said Tim was dangerous and he would kill me, she refused to tell me why she said that to me, only I needed to get out and away from Tim.
About 3 days later I got a phone call from my grandmother who has had altimerser for years, she ived in a home at the time and didnt even know who I was or the fact that I was married to Tim. She called me and said "Catherine, its grandma, pennies on the floor spirits out the door 3 times Catherine 3 times. Then GET OUT!" and she hung up. That was strange.. my daughter Jessica got up and placed a penny on the door sill and then said loudly pennies on the floor spirits out the door and slammed the door shut, it opened right back up. She did it three times and on the third time the door stayed shut.
The house felt lighter, Tim seemed to be getting less strange, we settled into family life again. After a few months it came back. It started again only worse. Tim refused to leave.
I was afraid for the safety of my children and myself and filed for divorce. It took 6 weeks for it to be final. No fighting, Tim got the house and furniture I got $10K and everything I had brought with me when we moved in. He still lives there. I went back once a few weeks after moving out, to get mail and as I crossed the threshold, I heard "get out".... I backed up and waited for Tim to bring me my mail. He was back to living in the living room.
The first night in my new place I slept the whole night. I had forgotten what that was like. Our town house was 3 levels 2 bedrooms top floor and 1 bedroom and bath in the lowest floor living room and such on the main floor. 1 month to the day I was sleeping when I felt something tug the sheet under my hand. My eyes flew open and I was thinking oh G** not again. I felt it again, just a tiny tug under my hand. Bull shit, I was up and running up the stairs at that same time, I heard a man yell Run Run Run, I was running faster and faster.. as I came up the stairs I heard the girls running down theirs... we met in the living room, out of breath, Jessica asked who the man was, just as I turned to look around there was the most horrendous crashing noise I have ever heard. The tree outside off the house was struck by lightening and took out all the windows on the front of the house, all 3 floors of windows, and some structural damage too on the upper floor. Jessicas bed was under her window had she been there she would have died. No doubt about it. No doubt, either that we all heard a man yell Run Run Run We slept in the living room that night. That was the last time I ever experienced something paranormal.


Cookies for everyone who got through this. I have never shared that story before. But it is all true.
the last bit, in the new house, gave me chills bigtime.


thinktank8326 wrote:
aakora wrote:
Numnah wrote:
^ Buckdoff has now lost all respect for you image
Well, I guess I'll just have to kill myself then, won't I?
No, you're just not allowed to reproduce.