My parents and I moved into our house in November 1986.� All was well until my dad died in September 1992.� The bills piled up and we ran out of money so we rented our house out and moved to my sister’s house.� The woman that moved into our house said, “This is such a beautiful home.� I work six houses down the block for a nursing home.� So I can literally walk to and from work!” We thought she was a GOD send.
Well about six months later, my mom told me to go and collect the rent.� I rang the door bell and some lady answered the door, I told her who I was and she said the woman wasn’t there.� I said, “Can I use your phone to call my mom to tell her Anna wasn’t there?”
When I walked in, I saw people walking around with hospital beds in our formal living room and dining room.� There were two hospital beds in all three bedrooms.� It smelled of feces and urine.� When I got to the phone, I immediately called my mother. My mother talked to Anna and told her it was up to code and she had 30 days to find homes for the elderly.
Anna moved out in November and my family, husband and I started fixing up the house to move in.� I had taken out all the carpet, since it smelled really bad.� I went to see the new carpet through out the house, when I approached the guest room, I opened the door I was looking down at the carpet when I saw a woman dressed in a beige laced dress.� As my eyes followed up she disappeared.� I freaked out and left.� I told myself maybe I was seeing things.
Well we somewhat finished and moved-in in January.� It was my husband, mother, my one year old son and myself.� A week went by and I was vacuuming with a two piece vacuum, when the vacuum flipped over and I turned around to see what was going on, I saw the lady again, this time she didn’t have a head nor hands.� I grabbed my son from the couch and when I turned to walk off she disappeared again. I heard voices thereafter, not understanding them.
When washing dishes, I would feel something behind me, I’d look up and in the windows reflection, there would be a man standing behind me and I would turned around real fast and nothing was there.� I would be in the den looking at TV when all of a sudden I would feel cold, just out of the blue.� I get a blanket, cover myself, then get hot, I’d take it off and a few minutes later I’d hear footsteps on the carpet when no one was even home.
My son was sitting in the hallway, about a month later, and my mom saw a woman dressed in a black and white blouse with black pants, my son was talking to her.� My mom got up and went towards my son and she ran down the hallway then she disappeared.
I said that’s enough, I’m going to call our church and have our house blessed.� When I called to confirm my appointment, the receptionist said that her mother died here.� I said, “What!?”� She told me that my house was not only a nursing home but a hospice (a place to die).� I didn’t know that,� I asked the neighbors and they said that they saw ambulances and hearses, but they thought it was the nursing home part, taking them to the hospital or the morgue if they died.
When the priest came he said that we needed more religious things in our home, like crosses and pictures.� I asked him if he believed in ghosts and he said yes, why are they here, well they don’t know they’re dead and they just walk around.� You need to say to them they need to go home into the light.
It’s been about 15 years and all is well ….. so far.
Written by June J. Rios, Copyright 2008