Nana’s Haunted House
Here is something that happened to me when I was in my teens in the summer of ’88 at my Grandmother’s House in a small town in northwest Maine. I’m not giving any other info to protect the town, my family, and potentially the new owners of the house this happened in. It was customary for me to spend several weeks with my “Nana” every summer. This particular visit, she had been sick with the flu and I had opted to stay with her for another week to help her mend while my sibling went back home.
The house she lived in was a fixture in the town and had for a time been a boarding home. Nana would rent rooms to the various hunters, snowmobilers, hikers and the like for a nominal fee when the town was “full”.
This place was built in the old Victorian / Canadian style with the tower looking spire at one corner – a …
Little Blond Girl with the Pink Dress
My paranormal experiences began when my mother died when I was thirteen. My father married to my step mom Stella and they decided they wanted to have more kids and raise them in the south. I was the oldest at the time.
We moved to an old Victorian house that you always heard footsteps in and that was falling apart and my father swore he’ll fix it. The house had two stories, five bedrooms, and three bathrooms. On the first night, my youngest sister Taylor went to sleep in the second largest room that had its own bathroom and French doors leading to an balcony. (The room that I really wanted, but my bratty sister convinced my dad to give it to her).
At around four in the morning, Taylor ran out of her room screaming. My whole family woke up to the sounds and we found Taylor crouched in a corner of the living room. She was wide eyed …