Alone in a strange new place .. Ever Searching!

We were moving from Miami to a small town in Cental Florida. We were tired of the big city and all of the problems that go along with it. Since my husband can do so much with his hands we decided on buying an old house and fixing it up.

The house that we decided on was built in 1927 by the grandson of a civil war veteran. The day that we put a bid on the house was a cold day in November of 1994. My husband had traveled up to see the house but unfortunatley I could not get out of work, and had to trust his judgement. I was unable to come up for another two weeks to see it for myself. He placed a bid right then and there.

At first sight I wanted to turn around and run! The house was badly neglected and needed more than TLC, It needed a miracle! It was a little to late to back out of it since the owners had already accepted our bid. My husband assured me that he could handle it and we would be fine.

It just so happened that on my first visit to the house the two young sons of the owner were on the premises. One appeared to be about 16 years old and I struck up a conversation with him. I told him that I was facinated by old houses and this one was interesting. Did he grow up in the house and could he provide any history for me. He told me that they had lived in the house for about 5 years and the only reason that he and his brother decided to sell it was because their Father had recently commited suicide and they could no longer keep up the payments. I tried not to show to much repulsion as I asked the next question, Did their Father commit suicide in the house, and this he answered YES.

The following March we were ready to leave Miami and start out on our new life. I had my two young grandchildren at that time and would have to live in the house as it was until we could fix it one room at a time. The problem was that I had to spend 6 months alone, My husband worked for a Utility Company that Had a branch in neighboring town but had not yet received his transfer. I felt like a regular pioneer. My husband would head up every Friday after work and spend the entire weekend renovating, room by room. He would turn around and head home on Sunday evening. The house sat on an acre of land and was backed on two sides by orange groves. Across the street was woods and a railroad tack. We had one neighbor on the side, but he was at the end of the acre of land and I felt very alone.

One day our daughter came for a visit from Miami and I had to put her on the front porch in a twin bed amoungst boxes. She took it like a trooper. In the middle of the night she came running out of the porch into the living room where I was on a sofa bed. She was very excited and told me that when the train blew it's whistle she heard two young children in the room with her say "Look Grandma, Look Grandpa there's the train". She asked me if I had heard it I assured her that she was hearing things and to go back to bed. She refused to go back into the room and crawled in to the bed with me. The rest of her visit was uneventful and she left to Miami that Sunday evening.

Once again I was alone for the next five days. About two weeks later, still unable to have a bedroom to sleep in, I was alone on the sofa bed about 3 in the morning, and was wide awake when I heard children playing on the front lawn. I got up and checked and was positive there was no one there. After that, I never heard children again.

Everyone that came up to visit was afraid to be alone in the house. They were sure that the room that the old man killed himself in was the guest room, but they were wrong it had happened in what was to become my bedroom. Many of our friends and relatives said that they literally laid awake all night long with their eyes wide open. Some would refuse to visit again. Many told us that the feelings that came out of the house were evil.

The only other time that we had any kind of activiy was when our son in law came for a visit and was in the guest room with our 6 year old grand daughter. She and her cousin had been playing out side when we called them in to take a shower and get dressed so that we could go out to eat. The girls came in side and split up each going into a different bedroom seperated by a bathroom. No sooner had they gone into the bedrooms when they came out very frightened and shakey. They simultaneously heard kids outside of the two seperate bedroom windows say "Yeah, Let's scare them to death" I could not leave them alone after that incident. I also could not expain what they heard as there were no other children on our property.

We stayed another 3 years and there were times when I felt that I was not alone in the house, although I can't say that I was ever actually afraid. I did hear footsteps at a certain time every night coming up the old wooden steps that lead to the front door. I talked to a previous owner and she said that she heard the same thing. She could not say however that she heard young children. We sold the house about a year ago, and I have to admit that I miss the old place, but we are at peace in our new home.

We did not disclose to the new owners that the house was haunted because we never had tangible evidence that it was.

It really didn't change my life in any way. I was curious as to the history of the house so as to understand what was happening, but I never was able to find information.

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