An introduction to a haunted house…
Years ago, I lived in an old, very old, white brick colonial house with my parents and sister. This aging and mysterious house was, (still is), located in the country outskirts of Northwestern Connecticut. This house was built in 1853… that is why I referred to it as very old. The four of us moved into this home in December of 1985. I was nineteen years old, going on twenty the very next month. Upon my very first look and subsequent tour of this house, I felt and observed it’s age almost immediately. The country atmosphere made it all the more colonial and inviting, with it’s white brick surface and black shudders against a backdrop of dense woods. The curbside view of this house could very well have been a postcard image of the dreamy New England country homestead. What you see is not always what you get, a book cannot be judged by it’s cover… and this book, (house), should be filed under haunting tales.
My family and I moved from living in a downtown neighborhood of a small city, the population being around 40,000 or so. Therefore, moving to the country and settling down in what was actually declared, a historical site by the city itself, had it’s rosy ambiance of moving up and starting anew. This was the first time in my life that I moved to a different house, the butterflies were out of control inside my stomach, anticipating a new life away from the noisy downtown hustle and bustle that I grew up with. I would later find out, as some years passed by, that starting anew in a much older and established home can have it’s dark and eerie disadvantages. Living far away from the downtown hustle and bustle could and would be a regrettable drawback.
An addition was built onto this house sometime in the 1970’s, this addition extended horizontally from the original structure. The prior owners had built the addition, my parents decided to use it as a dining room and television seating area. (It was a very large addition, the actual dimensions I cannot give with integrity, plus do actual dimensions really matter?). I point out this addition and for what purpose it served, for I and others had many paranormal experiences inside this newer addition of this house as well. Many, oh many, creepy stories I can and will spill out in regards to living in this house. I did at times enjoy living there, there are many cool and happy memories I reflect on. Still, the spooky and paranormal incidents that I experienced in this house makes me feel relieved I am no longer there. As I look back on living there, I have the desire to disclose the stories that have been locked up inside of me for the past 25 years… stories of personal encounters with the paranormal. This house proved to me, that there are times when the bad far outweigh the good. I moved to this house as the ever glowing skeptic of the paranormal, I left as a believer that there are specters and many other unexplained phenomenon that modern science has yet to find answers for.
To be continued…
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