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FEATURED TALES 14
The Old House
About two years ago during the year of 2002-2003, I was living with my mother
in Southeast Missouri. I had decided to take some time off from my life and take
care of her due to her recent separation from her husband and her illness with
Multiple Sclerosis. At the time, my mom was living in the house that she had
once shared with her soon to be ex husband. He was moved into an apartment at
the time and we lived in this house that was very damaged and seriously old. The
whole top story had been taken off due to rot from the humid Missouri summers.
Its main source of heat was a wood stove, though there were three ineffective
and very expensive baseboard heaters. When I had done the research, I dated the
house to be built very close to the Civil War.
When I had first come to Missouri, I stayed in a very large room, but when I
ended up waking up with pieces of ceiling on my head I decided to move into the
den. There was an old fireplace and a set of stairs leading down to the
basement. I had my bed positioned by the wall with my head next to a cut out
that was in the wall next to the stairs. The den was a very cozy and beautiful
room and at first I really liked it. Things ended up changing very fast.
My mom’s ex came by a lot to sort out things and to bring wood up to the back
porch. I also bullied him into cutting the lawn, I really didn’t like him. Every
time he would be together with my mom, he would yell at her and put her down for
any reason. And his very own presence seemed to cause a disturbance in the
house, because every time he was there and would leave, things would happen. One
night in particular stands out in my memory.
Tom had come by (not his real name), and gotten out of control. He had gone on
one of his rampages and broke down the door in the den that let outside. After
the cops were called and the door propped back up, we finally relaxed; I decided
to get some sleep. It’s funny how this also happened on a dark and stormy night!
I was laying in my bed, listening to the rain hit the roof, and counting the
time between lightning and thunder, when my mom suddenly yelled for me. I jumped
out of bed and saw her sitting on the couch in the woodstove room. She looked a
little pale and asked me to look in the living room. I walked in there and
noticed nothing, so I came back to her and asked her what was wrong.
“Well, I laid down on the couch in there to try to sleep a little, and the light
came on. Was it still on when you went in there?”
I nodded, “yeah, is that what you wanted me to see?”
“I can’t get it to turn off. I tried turning the knob, nothing is working.” She
said, looking very serious. I believed her, having dealt with things of this
nature all of my life.
“Maybe it’s the rain getting into the wiring.” I said, trying to make her calm
down.
“No, if that were the case, it would fry the light out, not turn it on.” I
nodded, thinking she would know since
she spent most of her life as an electrician.
“Let’s watch some TV and see if it goes out.” I said and flicked on the 13-inch
that we had sitting in that room. As soon as I turned it on, it went out. I
tried the button but it wouldn’t turn on again. “Maybe we won’t watch TV.” As I
said that, I sat down with her, when suddenly the TV turned on! We instantly
looked at each other but made no comment.
A while later I started to get really tired. The storm was passing and it was
late. I asked mom if she would be okay if I went to bed.
“I’ll be okay, I’ll just watch this for a while, then try to sleep in the
bedroom.”
“Okay, call me if you need me.” I went back to my bed and lay down. I didn’t
fall asleep right away because I kept thinking about the light and the TV. My
mom shouted then that the light was off in the living room and she was going
back in there.
Good, looks like this thing is over, now we can get some sleep. I thought as I
shut my eyes. The instant I did, my mind’s eye took me to the basement where I
could see myself looking up into the opening of my room. I ignored this and
tried to think of something else, but I couldn’t. I could sense something very
malicious and evil down there. It was something that had been praying on the
negative energy of that house for many years. I shivered and tried to sleep. I
was just about calm enough to drift off when my mind’s eye took me down there
again. This time I could see myself coming up the steps. I woke completely up
and thought I heard something on the steps. As I tried to reason with myself, I
heard it again. It was footsteps coming up! I didn’t wait; I bolted out of bed
and ran to the woodstove room as fast as I could. Mom called from the living
room, asking me what was wrong.
“I don’t know, I just felt like there was something coming up the steps.” I said
as I flicked on the TV. I ended up falling asleep on the sofa in the woodstove
room that night.
“The next day I cast an energy shield over the cut out and in the opening where
the stairs met my room. I’m a priestess in the Celtic religion, so I was much
trained in dealing with things of this nature. The shield held, but I could tell
that the spirit was not happy being locked down there. Whenever I had to go to
the basement for any reason from then on, I would shield my body first. I could
feel it staring at me, very angry that it couldn’t get to me. A friend of mine,
whom is also a priest, felt both my shield and the presence down there.
Today, I have no more contact with that house. After my mom’s divorce she moved
to a very nice, (and modern), home and her ex now resides there. I don’t know if
the shield is still holding strong, but when I drove past that house the last
time I was in Missouri, I could feel it stronger. Tom, because of his
negativity, has manifested something there that even I don’t want to deal with.
-Rachel Green.
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