When I was 8 years old my parents bought a very old 21 room house on Huffman Avenue in a historical area of Dayton, Ohio. My dad always worked out of town or state so it was normally just my mother, myself, my 13 year old brother Tim, and my one year old baby brother, Phillip at home. Almost right away as soon as we moved in strange things started happening.
I remember the very first night we stayed there we hadn’t set up our beds yet so we threw a mattress on the living room floor for us kids to sleep on while my mother slept on the sofa. After dark my mom, started a fire in the fire place and we all laid down to go to sleep for the night. My brother Tim, said to my mom, this house is haunted due to the large antique chandelier started swinging back and forth. My mom said Tim, be quiet you are scaring the kids. When my brother would speak the chandelier would swing in one direction. When my mother would speak it would stop and then swing in the opposite direction. As time went on things became more and more unbearable. There’s no one who believes me I’m sure. However I, swear these events are true.
At night about 30 minutes or so after going to bed very loud stomping, foot steps would start. The stomping was very loud and it was almost like the bad man as I, later began to see, was just waiting for us to fall asleep then he would start his very loud stomping up and down the steps to keep us awake at night. On the nights that my dad was at home and the bad man would start his stomping my dad would yell at him saying you cut that out now, I have to get up for work in the morning and you don’t! The stomping would stop but only long enough for us to fall asleep and then it would start all over going on all night long.
One day my mom put my baby brother down for a nap in the upstairs nursery then the physical attacks started. About 45 minutes or so into Phillips nap he began to scream hysterically as if he had been injured. My mom thinking he may have a leg caught in the rungs of his crib, ran up the stairs to check on him. When she got to the nursery my baby brother was shaking and said to my mom, “boogie man said I gonna get you!” My mom, picked Phillip up out of his crib to bring him down stairs with her and when she was at the very top of the steps starting to go down she was shoved down the entire flight of steps, holding the baby! After that things started moving in the house such as the rocking chair would rock with no one in it. The piano would play all by itself.
Then, as I was sitting in the living room one night, I saw what looked like two transparent figures that I just some how knew were maids. They would come down the second stairway next to the kitchen then go into the kitchen and go in front of the cabinets sometimes taking dishes out and a couple times throwing a dish or cup then leave the kitchen and go back upstairs to one of the servants quarters. Sometimes they would come down the back stairway, pass the kitchen door then just disappear before they got to the exit door.
One night while my dad was at work we were all upstairs asleep when the bad man got in bed with my mother and began snoring very loudly. At first my mom thought my dad may have came home from work and got in bed beside her as he snores very loudly as well. She took her hand and rubbed the bed behind her as she was laying on her right side and was to afraid to roll over and look. She felt absolutely no one beside her however the snoring continued.
One night as we were in bed I opened my eyes and saw a man that wasn’t very tall, about middle 60s, balding on top with gray hair around the sides of his head. He was wearing what appeared to me as a plain white tee shirt. I don’t recall if that was the same night my parents were awakened by me being choked or not as I myself can’t remember being choked however my parents ran to my room and saw I was being choked by some unseen force.
One day my parent went away and my grandmother Catherine, stayed over to baby sit us. She went down the dark scary hall way to one of the down stairs bathrooms when she too was choked! She could not see what was choking her but I know it was the bad man. That was when my parents decided that maybe if we moved to one of the servants quarters in the back down stairs of the house the bad man would leave us alone but we quickly found out that was not the case.
I turned 9 years old in January 1974. My parents had a surprise birthday party for me. My parents gave me a pair of gold ear rings with a green stone as its shell. When I went to bed that night I knew if I didn’t take my ear rings out the bad man would pull them out. I also knew if I took them out he would steal them and I would never find them again. I decided it would be better to take them out and hide them rather than having them pulled out by the bad man. I remember quickly taking them out and putting them in the drawer of my vanity.
When my mom woke me up for school that morning the first thing I did was open the drawer and look for my ear rings. As I expected they were gone and no where to be found! Other things happened in the rear servants quarters where my parents thought we’d be safer so things got to the point we again moved to the front of the house and here we were a family of five sleeping in bunk beds in the same bed room down stairs with our dog back under the bed growling with her head stuck out from under the bed. I hated the house! It seemed the longer we lived there the worse things got.
One morning as I, was getting ready to go to school after a particularly bad night my mom yelled, ” I will not leave this house until the furniture is turned upside down.” On my way back home from school that afternoon, as I approached the house, I saw my mom sitting on the porch and I knew why. As I walked up on the porch my mom opened the door and sure enough the furniture was turned upside down.
We should have known something was not right with that house before we moved in when an upstairs closet was filled with cement. When you would open the door it was nothing but cement! Another thing was there was a big hole cut in my bedrooms hard wood floor. When we took the lid off it was full of very old crumpled up news papers. I don’t care if you pulled news papers out of that floor for days straight there was no end to the news papers.
Also after moving there Tim and his friend Ralph found a passage way to a third story that was actually furnished. Another thing before I end, if anyone from that area of Dayton on or around Huffman Avenue has any info on that house please by all means comment. My name is Vicki Carnes and we moved into the house in 1973. I’m no longer embarrassed to tell my story and let people know who I am. When I was 8 years old and lived there my parents told me to tell no one about the haunting in that house or people would think I was crazy. At now 46 years old I could not care less what people think of me. I know what went on in that house and I also know there were people who lived in the area who also know about it. I understand the house burned to the ground some years back and I was actually glad to hear that as I knew no one else would have to experience what my family went threw if they moved into the house. There were many more incidents that occurred in that house but I feel I’ve written too much now. Maybe I will post more later.
Sent in by Vicki Carnes, Copyright 2010