Hehehe, just keep me grounded, lol. The
negative feeling lifted about 5am, and I've been trying to debunk what's going on. Being near Christmas, we've got a 12in
snowman sitting out that I'm trying to
trick myself in believing could account for seeing the bald man, lol. So far, I think it COULD be a
reflection of it that I saw being reflected in my entertainment center...but can't figure out how it could reflect and run away down the hallway, standing by the chair, and peering in from the patio, lol. Nor can I figure out why it was wearing a sweater and had discernable human features, lol. I'll figure it out, though...hopefully.
Anyway, I guess I should spill a little about my house itself....
The house is only 31 years old, and we're the second owners. We've lived here about 15 years after buying the house directly from my ex-stepdad's mother. My ex-stepdad's father had died of a massive heart attack in the
backyard in 1984. It was awhile before they found him, so he was officially declared deceased on the property.
When the house was built, it was one of the first
houses being built in a newly zoned subdivision. Before the
subdivision was put in, the property was part of an old tobacco plantation, turned
dairy cow farmland in modern times. The main house existed until the early 1990s and was situated maybe an 1/8 of a mile from where our house stands. An 1/8 of a mile the OTHER direction is the Winfield Town Cemetery, dating back to the 1840s, and is also the final resting place of my ex stepdad's father.
We do know that in this part of the state, the Confederacy was stronger than the Union, and we do know that slaves were part of the plantation. However, nothing else more is really known...we don't know if there was a slave cemetery, where the slave quarters were exactly, or if there were any notable deaths on the property. The main
highway that runs in front of my house was also a
route during the civil war, with a small skirmish being fought about a mile or so away.
Before THAT, there is evidence to show that this area was a popular
camping spot for the Woodland Indians. We're nestled right up against the Kanawha River (named the River of Evil Spirits by natives) and a
cave riddled mountain to our rear. People will still occassionally find arrowheads when digging up flowerbeds, and one neighbor even confided to the local
historical society that she had a Native American woman who she'd see standing in her kitchen.
We knew right away after moving in that something was off, lol. I won't get into specific
instances because there are literally thousands, all happening to me, my mom, my step dad, my sister and her family, my nephew, MY grandparents, my friends...pretty much anyone who spends any amount of time in the house has had an experience they cannot explain. When we first moved in, there was a definite not-so-nice feel to the house. One of my mom's friends claims to be
sensitive and when he visited, he asked did we know that we had three ghosts in the house? He said he picked up on someone with the initials ARH, a Native American, and an older woman who he thought may have been my great-grandma.
At the time, we really didn't think he was too accurate. We didn't know any ARH. It was a few months later that we found out that my step-dad's father had those initials, despite going by a completely unrelated nickname, lol. We didn't know where the Native American came in, because we never saw anyone like that...and still haven't. However, after doing a history and finding out that yes, this area DID serve as a popular campground, it made sense. As for the woman who was my great grandma...that would make sense years later when I was 17.
My great
grandma died LONG before I was born, and the only picture I had ever seen of her was when she was 97 years old. Independently, both my boyfriend and myself saw a woman with jet black hair in a blue dress with white apron standing at my kitchen sink. When I realized we had seen the same thing, I asked my mom if she had ever seen her and who she could be. She said I just described my great grandma.
This sensitive and another that I brought in when I started ghost hunting both said that they believe our house was a portal to the other side...which makes sense because in
addition to our regulars, we do often see someone a few times, and then never see them again. The second psychic even thought he could
pinpoint the portal...and claims its behind our couch in the living room, lol. He said it was opened because of the strong
energy of our protective main ghost...the dead step-grandpa...and the
combined energies of mine and my mother's suppressed
psychic abilities.