Hello, my name is Veronica and I am 13 years old. When I was born and since I was two, I lived in a very badly ghost infested house. Mostly children’s ghosts. While I lived in that house – which included me, my mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and grandfather – my mother had soon given birth to her second child, Christian, who was my little brother.
When we first moved into this house, we had no idea it was haunted, although we knew that there were houses close to us known to have activity. But soon some strange things began to happen. Like on Christmas when everyone was downstairs, my grandfather said he kept hearing children’s laughter and stomping on the stairs. As if “a stampede of elephants” were going down our stairs. Doesn’t it sound like your children waking up Christmas morning all excited about presents and such? Exactly.
Well soon enough since my grandmother is the kind woman she is, she became real good friends with our neighbor. And soon the conversation led to ghosts and what had happened on Christmas. That was when our neighbor had told us that over a dozen children had died in our house when the previous owner lived there. My grandmother was completely shocked at the news. My mother was just as surprised when she was told by my grandmother. It turns out that the previous family that lived in our huge house was a religious cult and had many children in the family. Many of those children were abused and kept in a cellar type room under the house.
So, very soon after that more activity began to happen. I’ll never forget the story my grandmother told me about when I was asleep in her bed. She gets up early and on that morning she took a shower. When she came out of the shower she saw me sitting on the bathroom floor. She asked me if I was okay and if I got scared being alone. I told her, “No, but that strange man in your room looks really scared.” My grandmother was very confused at this, and when she went to look in her room she saw no one. She thought I must have seen my mother come in or something. But then she remembered that no one else was in the house except her and I. At this point she was scared, and frantically searched the house for intruders, but found nothing.
Other things had happened as well. For instance, books started flying off their shelves and once my grandmother yelled “Stop! That is enough!” the books instantly stopped. Or when I slept with her one night and began kicking and punching frantically in my sleep. It woke my grandmother up, and when she looked to the ceiling, she saw a giant orb of light floating there. She said it was the brightest thing she had ever seen. But out of no where it disappeared.
Soon my grandparents decided that the house could use a bit of touching up, and began to fix it up and such. But as my grandfather was working on the walls, he came across a strange square shaped section that seemed to have a door screwed shut. When he unscrewed it, he found the cellar type room. He went down to explore, and he couldn’t believe what he had found. He found old fashioned children’s toys. Like the horse with wheels and a string attached to pull it around. And it carried an awful smell.
Sadly, not very long after my little brother’s first birthday, Christian passed away. My family has told me many stories on how he died, but I do not know the one that is true. Every time I ask its a different story. After the tragedy, my family decided that was the last straw, and we had my grandmother’s good friend, who was also a priest, bless the house. But as he performed the blessing, it seemed as if the house came to life itself. Doors and windows were repeatedly opening and closing, the tables and chairs were shaking, lights were turning off and on. When the priest finished, the house went completely silent.
Unfortunately, the blessing did not work, and there was more activity than ever. And not long after this, We couldn’t take it anymore, and my family and I moved to a different town. I had found out about this when I was about nine. Ever since then I have always been interested in ghosts and paranormal activity and haunted buildings. I love to go on ghost walks, and I love to hear ghost stories. I would enjoy to work with TAPS one day.
This house is located in a town called Micanopy in Florida, close to another town called Gainesville. When I checked at the house not too long ago with my mother, there is someone living there now, and they have the cutest horse.
Written by Veronica Jarrett, Copyright 2009