All of this happened when I was 6 – 8. When my parents bought this house that was built in the early 1800′s. It was a two-story. They were told it wasn’t haunted. However, it was. It was haunted by three and possibly four spirits. One of them was an old cowboy. Two of them my parents and I believe were lovers. The girl’s name was Elle May, we’re still unsure about the boy’s name. The possible fourth one, we’re not sure if it was the girl’s lover, or a second lover of hers, or if it was somebody else entirely.
The first time anybody saw anything was my step-father. He was going to bed when he thought he heard somebody running through the living room. So he grabbed his flashlight and half-expected to have to attack somebody. He then saw somebody run up the stairs. He followed them and he thought he saw somebody run into the bathroom, but when he went over there, he couldn’t find him. He still swears up and down that it was a white guy in a tuxedo and that the guy looked like he was in a hurry.
I had a room on the second floor that was connected to the kitchen, it was probably meant to be a large pantry, but we decided to use it as my room and when I was up there from 9 – 2 AM I would hear voices that were muffled as if they were downstairs sounding like they were having fun at a bar. I would even hear the fairly inappropriate comments they gave to the barmaids! The first night that I heard that, I just blew it off thinking that my step-dad was downstairs watching some show. But the next day when I asked him he said that he hadn’t watched anything like that. He and my mother both had went up there when I normally heard the voices, they never heard them but I always did.
A couple days later my mother was doing dishes and this guy in a tuxedo with a bouquet in his hand proposed to her. This happened every time she did dishes. I saw him. My step-father never did though. Also, there was this beautiful lady, (who later after I had “talked” to her I found out her name was Elle May) that would dance in the kitchen occasionally.
Very soon I got sick of all of the stuff that happened upstairs, so I decided to trade rooms with my sibling. So that I was downstairs. Only to find that the bar sounds were louder. But then I would only hear them whenever my step-dad and mom were not in the room. I was getting really annoyed at it all. Eventually I got so sick of it at two am that I ran into the living room and quite clearly yelled at them saying that they had to quit being so damn loud. After that, it was very muffled, as if they were talking in whispers.
Several times Elle May would walk into my downstairs bedroom and sing a lullaby to me. Also she would talk to me as if I was her best-friend about how she was getting married to this guy, she never said his name. But my mother and I have decided that the guy that was always proposing to her, was the person that Elle May was supposed to marry.
In our basement there were two tunnels leading down somewhere, we never knew where because my parents never had the time to go follow them. My mom claims that in her store (it was downstairs in what we called “the front room”) she kept on having this ghost in her 20′s or early 30′s complaining about how she was killed in her favorite dress. Why? My mother never found out. There was also a certain part in the floor that if you walked across, you could feel this certain 2 foot by 2 1/2 foot space that was extra wobbly. One day I was following it and I felt a large hinge on one side of it. So there must have been like a trapdoor or something.
Also, there was two days where we would swear we heard a shoot-out going on. However, every time it only lasted for about 15 minutes, then it would go away and I wouldn’t hear the bar sounds for a week. I have a feeling that on that certain day, there was a shoot-out there and it killed Elle May and her fiancé, hence why they were still wandering around and acting like they weren’t married quite yet.
So yeah, we lived in that house for about a year and a half and last thing we heard from my step-brother and sister was that it was still haunted. Nobody has gathered the guts to go investigate the tunnels yet though.
Written by Lialleilla M. Sutula, Copyright 2009