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☆ myBLOG: Locating the Sixth Haunted House

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He described kitchen cabinet doors that slowly swing open and shut on their own volition, door knobs that turn in the middle of the night, phantom birds that flutter around the living room – I experienced all of these supernatural occurrences when I lived in Seattle’s Greenwood neighborhood between 1986 and 1999.My thirteen years of experiences led me to write a series of ghost story eBooks, and started me on a quest to locate other Greenwood residents who have had similar ‘ghostly’ experiences in their Greenwood-area homes.I’ve now located six haunted houses in Seattle’s Greenwood neighborhood since first publishing my Ghost Stories. I am launching an active search to locate other residents of Greenwood who have experienced supernatural activity in their home, including ghost sightings, and occurences such as those detailed in this account.Here’s how I became aware of the sixth haunted house: This past month I received an email from a young man who lives in a rental house four blocks from the haunted cottage that I purchased in 1986. The very day that this young man, and his fiancé, moved into their Greenwood rental, odd and unsettling occurrences began.My correspondent contacted me after he began researching the Seattle neighborhood that he calls home. Like this young man, I also had suspicions about the area around North 85th Street and Greenwood Avenue after a conversation with a taxi driver led me to accounts of Greenwood circa 1907 and the spooky history of the Woodland Cemetery Association.When I lived in my 1907 cottage, very strange things occurred in my own house, and that of my next door neighbor.These strange occurrences are detailed in my eBooks, the latest titled, Ghost Stories And the Unexplained: Book Two.

After I sold my property on North 82nd Street, I learned that a former radio talk show host had lived on my street, but at a different point in time. He admits having an exorcism performed to rid his rental of ‘things’ that to this day he will not discuss.

When I lived in Greenwood, my next door neighbor, a single mother raising a four-year old daughter described to me an imaginary playmate that her daughter said would come to her nursery at twilight. The daughter’s description was that of a little girl dressed in a white pinafore, Mary Jane shoes, and white stockings.

It was not long after the ‘playmate’ episodes began that the mother experienced a ghost sighting. As she stared into the hallway mirror, brushing her hair, an apparition matching the description of the daughter’s playmate brushed past the mother and floated down the stairs into the living room where the daughter’s portrait hung. The mother and daughter moved out of the house within days and the house remained empty while their lease ran out.

This brought to three the number of houses within walking distance that I knew were haunted. Next came my son’s admission that the neighborhood kids shied away from one of the houses on the north side of the street – also constructed in 1907. This dwelling was dubbed ‘House Number Four’.

After my first ghost story collection published, a friend told me of an acquaintance whose wife had gone mad while living in the Greenwood area. The friend conjectured that the stay-at-home mom may have been driven insane by visits from ‘the other side’ while alone in the house all day. This brought the number of haunted properties, that I had tracked down, to five.

House Number Six came to light this week in an email that I am including in my blog. Edited for brevity and to redact names and addresses the email reads:

“I found your email address while researching Greenwood.

Visit http://www.prlog.org/11766213-wild-coincidence-brings-author-to-discover-fifth-haunted-property-in-seattles-greenwood-district.html for details. [copy, paste into search]

My fiancé and I have been renting a house in Greenwood for the past year. We moved into the house almost exactly a year ago this month. We were looking forward to living [in this house] and excited to be in the neighborhood, but we definitely experienced odd things immediately [after moving in], I more so than my fiancé.

[My fiancé] asked our property manager if any of the past tenants reported [our house] being haunted…” (The property manager indicated that he had no knowledge of reports of the home in question being haunted, the email explains.)

“Once of the first things we [witnessed] together was the kitchen sink turn on full force, in the middle of the afternoon. We had to turn it off.

I cannot say I’ve been terrorized but I’ve certainly been spooked, especially in the past month. My fiancé was away travelling on business for two weeks and so I was left with our dog and cat. The animals, I should add, seem to be aware of oddities but never seem to be alarmed. This helps me keep cool, I must admit.

Anyway, while my fiancé was away I can say I was annoyed by the [following] "phenomena":

-knocking on walls in middle of night. To the point I could not get more than a few hours of sleep;
-foot steps above, clearly not dog or cat footsteps, when I’m in basement doing laundry;
-cold breezes and drafts when I’m in the living room watching TV or reading, (apparently from nowhere, as no windows or doors are open);
– my Xbox360 game console turned off in the middle of gameplay. (I’m convinced it was the violent content of the game [that caused the interruption of the game].

During these weeks I questioned my sanity. . .my imagination. . .when it came down to it, I could not dismiss much of it easily.

One friend who is very interested in paranormal things, who also lives in the area, posed an interesting question one evening as I was retelling stories of sleepless nights and frustrations. She asked if any of this seemed to coincide with the road construction on 85th, near [the restaurant] Pagliacci Pizza, which is very close to our house. A light bulb went on. With all the heavy machinery, rumbling and grinding, it made complete sense all this [construction] would disturb whatever. . .whoever . . .

The frequency of activity seemed to increase until one evening. [Around] 6:00PM, I snapped and yelled that I was “not impressed – that ‘You’ needed to stop harassing me.” I continued to say I was “sorry that ‘You’ are restless”, and that I wanted him/her to find peace, asking how I could help.

I immediately put out a glass of wine as an offering, a glass of scotch and some fresh water. [The activity] stopped after that. Not one strange thing, noise or otherwise occurred. I’m not a religious person per se, but I am spiritual. So, at my sister and another friend’s recommendation, I stated to our ghost: that "God" whatever that is to ‘You’, is not pleased with this behavior, it is not right, nor funny, to frighten.

Over the last week I did see a bedroom light turn on and off. . . And last night I was kept up. . . with tapping on the heat ducts and walls. The same random, non-rhythmic, but clearly deliberate tapping. This convinced me to [do a Google search] of Greenwood [and its history].”

The Greenwood resident then located my eMail address and contacted me with this account. He continues, “I’ve never denied the existence of the paranormal but I haven’t had too much history with it. The events experienced over the last year have convinced me that there is an all-too-real paranormal world, or dimension, out there.” Signed Nate

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I invite other residents of haunted houses, who have had similar supernatural experiences such as these to leave a comment here!

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NOTES from a Transylvanian Traveller:

This past summer I lived in Budapest [on Raday utca] and travelled to Prague, Vienna and the area bordering Transylvania. These are the folklore tales and European fables that I collected on my weekend wanderings:

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The ‘Ghost of the Canals’

In Prague a bronze phantom sits at the end of a dock under Karlov Most [Charles Bridge].

‘Who is this lifeless form?’ you ask.

He is the ‘Ghost of the Canals’. . .the welcomed guest of all property owners along the Moldau River who wish to be protected from floods. You see. offering protection to property owners – in exchange for a good time on THIS side of The Portal – is this ghost’s stock and trade.

But… Young women . . . Beware of this dapper gentleman! You will know him by his greenish cast, and his red slippers! Surely he might flirt with you in the coffee shops or cafes of Prague. But, it is the ‘Ghost of the Canals’ who comes back to life!

Legend has it that. . . should you fall victim of this ghost’s charms. . . he will spend the day with you, only to toss you into the canals as the clock strikes midnight!

Why would he carry out such a dastardly deed? Because as your soul leaves your body, he grabs it for his own in order to walk the streets of Prague. . . for yet another day!
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The Ghost of the Abandoned Soldier

Long, long ago in the Austrian-Hungarian Empire there lived a soldier loyal to Queen Maria Theresa. And, just as the Queen had this soldier’s allegiance, the soldier believed he had the devotion of one particular village maiden.

But alas, the maiden’s loyalty was in question.

Here is the story of the ‘Ghost of the Abandoned Soldier’.

It seems this particular soldier was sent off to protect the territory of the Habsburg Queen. He left on his stead with assurances of fidelity from his Prague lass. It was the intention of our young soldier to come back a hero, claim the woman as his bride, and raise a family that would be envied by all. But, like so many soldiers, he was away simply too long and another handsome man – a court ambassador – caught the eye of Prague’s unfortunate young lady. It was THIS member of the Queen’s court who partook the joys of the nuptial bed with the lass.

Upon returning home, our soldier became enraged as he realized his dreams of ‘happily ever after’ had been dashed! His betrothed’s disloyalty – and the advances of her suitor – had to be punished. And so the soldier killed them both, using a sword bearing the Queen’s seal.

It was a horrid scene, blood and gore and the like. Witches were called upon to sit in judgment of the soldier. True, he had killed two people very much in love, and true as well, he himself was a victim. What to do to even the scales?

The witches decided to turn the soldier into a ghost, sentenced to wander the streets of Prague in loneliness for an eternity. So, most assuredly, he spends his days now, gazing enviously at the young lovers of Prague.

But, the witches also must have felt a certain bit of justice in the soldier’s deed. Maybe that is why they allow him to come back to life once each century – and for one midnight hour. It is at this moment, every one hundred years that he may kiss the lips of one young visitor to Prague. Will it be this night that he comes to life?

And, if so will it be you, or maybe your sister, or daughter, who kisses the Queen’s soldier. . . this century?
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Twenty-Seven Heads, Twenty-Seven Ghosts

Twenty-seven ghosts haunt the Church of St. Nicholas in the aging City of Prague. The year was 1618 and the Thirty Year War between the Catholics and Protestants was just beginning. The Protestants were plotting to usurp the stranglehold of power that the Catholics held over the land of the Habsburg Empire.

Twenty-Seven brave and daring conspirators were bent on leading an insurrection against the papacy, and the mighty Habsburgs. It was a foolhardy decision, as we shall see.

Somewhere among this lot was a loyalist to the Queen who revealed the plot to the throne. And – to make this story quite short – all twenty-seven were rounded up by the Queen’s men and summarily beheaded for their overly ambitious move against the monarch.

Their headless ghosts, angry, crazed and frenetic, can now be seen swirling in all directions through the Church of St. Nicholas each night after midnight by visitors to the historic baroque cathedral.

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☆ myBLOG: Is DEATH Really ‘The Final Good-bye’ ?

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“After a person dies, are they ‘gone’. . . I mean REALLY gone?”

This is an oft-asked question from those curious about The Other Side of the grave and grieving. My answer is, “Not always. Sometimes a person who has died is able to say, ‘Hello’, from Heaven.

While living in Budapest last summer I read the book, ‘Hello From Heaven’ by Phil and Judy Guggenheim. The book includes over 350 accounts from bereaved relatives and friends attesting to the Guggenheim’s that they had been contacted by a loved one after that loved one died.

It is interesting the ways in which these relatives and friends receive their ‘Hello’, from Heaven. For instance, the Guggenheim’s describe instances where butterflies flutter through churches during funeral services. The butterflies light on the casket of the deceased and then fly over and land on the hand of a mother, a father, a spouse.

These highly symbolic after-death-communications (or ADCs) may come as apparitions, they might be brought by birds, or they might have symbolic meaning such as coins that appear in unlikely locations, as in the case of the mother whose little boy died. The child was able to communicate his well being by placing dimes in unlikely locations for relatives to find. When ‘Hello From Heaven’ was published the family of that particular little boy had found over 600 dimes – on the sidewalk, in the seat cushions of restaurants. How many dimes have YOU found in your life? Once I found seven dollars rolled up (a five and two ones) but I’ve never found 600 dimes – even tallied with my whole family. It turned out that a dime was the little boy’s allowance when he died; thus the significance of the ‘find’ and the conviction that finding a dime was the little boy’s ‘Hello’ from Heaven.

An ADC is a little more involved than seeing an apparition of a relative who has passed on, which was my own first experience with the supernatural. When I saw the apparition of my deceased grandfather the summer after his death, there was no symbolic moment, no interplay or exchange, which makes ADCs poignant, as well as reassuring, to the living.

There have been a couple of after-death-communication experiences in my family. My sister-in-law, Jenny, experienced the most intriguing one. She had been caring for an elderly aunt whose children lived quite a distance away. Jenny was devoted to this aunt; they often went out to lunch, the woman was a trusted confidante, and as the aunt’s health failed, Jenny became her guardian and caretaker, nursing her through her decline.

Finally, the aunt had a health crisis that required she be hospitalized and Jenny called the adult children in, from out-of-state, to warn them of their mother’s imminent death. Jenny was exhausted from the stress and sadness that overcame her and was relived – on some levels – to turn the job of the hospital-death-watch over to the adult children once they arrived.

Jenny’s aunt slipped into a coma by the end of the week and Jenny went home to sleep and wait for the ‘final word’ while her cousin took over the vigil. At three in the morning Jenny’s phone rang. She grappled for the receiver in her sleep but the record-a-call clicked on. By the time Jenny got the receiver to her ear, a voice was speaking, “Jenny. I want to let you know that I’m fine.” It was her aunt! Jenny told me it felt as though she had been struck by lightning! She sat up in bed, suddenly quite awake. She looked at the clock, she clutched at the receiver.

Her first reaction was, “She’s better!” Although logic certainly would defy that the elderly woman, made frail by her ailments, would have the wherewithal to prop herself up, grab the phone and dial Jenny’s number.

The next day Jenny realized that something more in the supernatural range had taken place; although she didn’t process it as an ADC for many years. The reality was that her aunt passed away peacefully in the early morning hours as her son held her hand. She never did regain consciousness. And, she certainly did not make any death bed phone calls!

On a wave length of their own, Jenny and her aunt had ‘connected’ so that her aunt could reassure her.

You ask, “What about the recording from when the answering machine clicked on?” It registered that a call indeed came in at three in the morning – but the message on the machine was static and not discernible.

The one-time message was meant only for Jenny.

Have YOU had a ‘Hello From Heaven’ experience? Then, I would love to hear from You!

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☆ myBLOG: What IS Fate Telling You? Coincidence Explored

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‘Sometimes you think you’ve lived before, all that you live today. Things do come back to you as though they knew the way. Oh, the tricks your mind can play.’ – Lorenz Hart

I doubt if we give much thought to all the signs and signals, and repeating patterns of our lives – the Synchronicity. We are moving too fast in a too-fast world.

As I was mulling over what to include in this blogpost so I took a break to check-in on my friend, Johnny Houser, to see what new work he had posted while I was crossing the Atlantic. To my astonishment – his latest project deals with . . . Synchronicity!

No one tells a story in video format better than Johnny!

Jung explains  ‘Synchronicity’ as, ‘coincidence of outer and inner events that are not themselves causally connected.’

What IS Synchronicity?

Blind Chance?
Coincidences that seem to just keep lining up – more and more – to complete a full, and eerie story.
The feeling of Deja vu?
“Haven’t we met?”
“You look just like my friend from college! It’s uncanny!”
. . . or that eerie feeling that comes over you that makes you observe, “I’ve done this before. This very same thing, in this very same sequence! . . .even the air smells the same!”

I read Shirley MacLaine’s ‘Sage-ing While Age-ing’ while on a Trans-Atlantic cruise this month and read with keen interest her observations on Atlantis and, while reading, had my own moment of Synchronicity. In her book MacLaine discusses how the ancient genetic memory of birds cause them to set out for lands from their long-ago past. She notes in her book that birds die by the hundreds, if not thousands, when they set out for The Land of Atlantis that their genetic memory stores. The birds perish in flight because the landmass of Atlantis no longer exists – they never make it to their destination. I had just finished reading MacLaine’s observations, when my husband called to me from the lanai of our cabin, “Look at this bird flying beside the ship! Where could it have come from?” At that moment we were thousands of miles from land!

I was reading a passage in a book that described what my husband was experiencing – at the same instant!

The concept of Synchronicity stayed in my thoughts after our vacation ended; and even after we settled back into our routine. A couple days ago I went to the den to see what my husband was doing and was alarmed to see that he had the space heater cranked on ‘High’. That would have been fine, really, but the grandchildren’s games – in Milton-Bradley boxes – were stacked right NEXT to the space heater! When I yanked the boxes away they were already much too hot. (Yelling ensued.)

The Edmonds, Washington ePaper carried the story of an Edmonds, Washington man, 67-years old, who nearly died after his condo caught fire. Likely cause? Combustibles next to his space heater.

The Synchronicity? We live in Edmonds. My husband is 67 years old. We live in a condo. Combustibles next to our space heater. Only – it wasn’t my husband who met with misfortune that day; it was another man – who traded Fate with my husband and now lies clinging to life.

Rick Borutta explains (http://rickborutta.com) in a post that “From a Jungian psycho-spiritual perspective, ‘. . .synchronic events occur when ‘we are on the right path’ to wholeness, or what Jung termed as the process of individuation. When we allow a dialog with our unconscious selves to occur without letting the conscious ego dominate, threaten or sublimate the inner energies, ‘magic’ seems to happen.’

I have been amazed by stories of long-lost relatives finding each other after years of effort, because they EACH stumble onto the same clue, contact a MUTUAL friend, see the same ‘seeking you’ ad.
Many years ago there was a murder in my ex-husband’s family. When I went to have my hair done that month I began telling the circumstances of the murder to my hairdresser, a young woman who had been my stylist for four years. Other than our connection through Cut-and-Curl, it seemed like we had NOTHING in common. Almost immediately after I began telling her of the murder she stopped cutting my hair, she put down her scissors and comb. She was visibly upset. It turned out that after my divorce HER aunt married the same man I had just divorced! The murder victim was also a relative of my hairdresser! Because of the divorce I had NOT seen her at the funeral – because I did not attend the funeral. That day I learned the whereabouts of my son’s half-brother. They had been separated for seventeen years – a moment of Synchronicity brought them together and they are friends to this day.

Beware! As the filmographer in the Jung YouTube production warns, ‘Too often they [events of synchronicity] pass unnoticed because the individual has not learned to watch for such coincidences.’

Synchronicity unlocks the past, and affirms the present. Is it happening around You? What synchronistic events have occurred in YOUR life?

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☆ myBLOG: Time, On the OTHER Side of The Grave

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Do you ever think about Time?

Like, why DOES time pass quickly when you’re having a total blast, and slowly when your car is about to crash into a telephone pole with the landscape slow-mo’ing across your windshield?

I’ve experienced both – and as delightful as having a total blast is, experiencing the time-phenom of an automobile crash when Time is broken down into visual frames is MUCH more interesting – especially since I survived the crash unscathed!

The dimension of Time is so malleable – and so multi-leveled! There’s the constant of mechanical time (the sweep of the hands of a clock across its face – tick, TOCK, tick, TOCK). One level of time occurs on an astrological plane – solar time – begging the question of whether, or not, humans reverse-age while traveling to distant galaxies. Then, there is emotional time –passing at a crawl when you are anxiously waiting for a loved one to return home; and quickly when you are on a carnival ride. And, there is biological time – some of us aging more quickly than those around us. Can you describe other time-experiences — on THIS side of the grave?

Unlike the three spatial dimensions (length, height, and width) time contracts and stretches to the human experience. In the vast expanse of singular experiences we seem to have a solid understanding of the flexibility of time for The Living – but how does Time ‘work’ for those on The Other Side? DOES it also stretch and contract for entities on The Other Side of the grave?

What is An Eternity if one is a Spirit waiting to return to the Land of the Living? How boring could it be to be a wraith waiting for a victim to torment? [Which sets up a future blog on the emotional well-being of entities Beyond the Grave!]

As a subtext, the movie ‘Beetlejuice’ explored the concept of Time. Remember? In the waiting room scene The Dead were shrouded in cobwebs, all except BeetleJuice – who could cross back and forth through a portal and calibrate his experiences with those of The Living.

In his book, Einstein’s Dreams, Alan Lightman describes Time as the center of a universe – a universe in which travelers approaching The Center move ever slowly until they reach dead center (‘dead center’ being HIS term). It would seem that this is Death, on Lightman’s terms. The still, silent nothingness of Time frozen – with the only illumination being a faint red glow is what Lightman describes in his essay for Einstein’s Dream of 14 May 1905, “. . .only the most feeble red light, for light is diminished almost to nothingness at the center of time. . . Those not quite at dead center do indeed move, but at the pace of glaciers.” At. The. Pace. Of. Glaciers.
From my perspective, that is how Time moves on The Other Side. At. The. Pace. Of. Glaciers.

As the Red-eyed Beasts glare at us from The Realm Beyond; as Spirits swirl, and Zombies tromp; as Banshees bay are their moments on Our Side measured in a twinkling of an eye – or – at the pace of glaciers?

What is YOUR take of Time. . . on ‘The Other Side’?
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☆ myBLOG: Crossing The Rails — Death on Christmas Day

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On Christmas morning, 1955, a train hit the car my grandfather was driving.  He was on his way home from work to unwrap presents with his family.  The wreckage of his car decorated 500 feet of railroad track outside Hillsboro, Ohio in the days before crossing signals were mandatory.

That’s why I’m reading ‘Pelican Road’ by Howard Bahr.

How many lives were changed that day, I’ve often wondered.  Certainly that of my grandmother, aunt, mother and all of us.

But I never – until now – gave one iota of thought to the lives of the railroad crew.

Within one year, because of whatever psychic trauma involved, my mother and I began seeing his ghost.  My grandfather’s apparition would pass in and out of our lives for nearly forty years.  After my parents died we children left behind, for other owners to deal with, the house that his ghost inhabits.  That house has sold four times in the last six years.  That’s true.

So now, and for whatever ‘goes around, comes around’ synchronicity of life, I find myself reading about the lives of the railroad workers on an ill-fated Ride to Death, and wonder again about that Christmas morning 1955 and how many more lives were changed than I imagined back then as a five-year old missing my grandfather – on Christmas morning.

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☆ myBLOG: Why I Write Ghost Stories

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I write Ghost Stories – eerie, poignant, and even macabre peeks into the world Beyond The Grave. These stories are my writing passion. Each paranormal author has his or her own explanation for being drawn toward The Edge, here is mine:

Frankly, and firstly, I simply miss those relatives who were once part of my life who are now dead. An almost overwhelming curiosity about my ancestors, and even a certain level of ‘daring’ also draw me to the supernatural. Add to these factors the fact that my senses seem to ‘pick up’ audible signals and visual cues associated with supernatural occurrences. Therefore, a sense of longing, curiosity, and a certain daring; and sensory perceptions are the elements that lead to my affinity for the paranormal.

I read a research paper by Nicole Leader (click on link above this blog) on the topic of why children see ghosts. Ms. Leader states that most children who see apparitions have had a near-death experience or very serious illness. That is certainly true in my case. I contracted polio as an infant and was given Last Rites in 1951 – all of my life I have lived very close to The Edge, quite possibly because of my brush with Death. My affinity for The Other Side is akin to walking along a riverbank. I’m moving on, The Afterlife is moving on, and we are very aware of each other without being able to ‘be’ the other.

Of course, part of the human experience is to long for our loved ones after they die, but an overwhelming, and unusual level, of curiosity, heightens my longing. I want to hear my ancestors stories first hand, learn of their day-to-day experiences. I realized this while I was writing my novel, “Jenkins”, about my father’s Baltimore ancestors. In the silent early morning hours, as I typed out the book, I could hear the conversations among the Jenkins family members in clear terms. The difference in their voices, some soft, others harsh – the textures of the sounds – became very real to me.

And what about ‘daring’? That adrenalin that surges when one is in the presence of an apparition, or poltergeist, or stumbles onto (or into) a residual haunting? It is said that an adrenalin rush actually becomes pleasurable when the fear of immediate danger passes. Does that make me an adrenalin junkie – or you an adrenalin junkie, if you are a ghost chaser? Very possibly, I suppose.

The final factor in my consideration of why I write ghost stories is that I – unlike most humans – do NOT discount my intuitions. Most adults discount those ‘don’t go down that alley’ feelings that serve as defense mechanisms. I act on my intuitions, blend them into my decision-making, and pay attention to physiological ‘signals’.

But why write about these supernatural experiences – these ghost stories? First: a full Seventy percent of the population experience supernatural phenomenon during their lives. However Western convention, public opinion, religion, and other factors make it easy to deny the glimpses that we – and others – have into the realm beyond.

Writing ghost stories is my way of affirming, giving voice, to my ghostly experiences. And, my writing is intended as an affirmation of YOUR ghostly experiences. Because I know that you have had them . . . haven’t you?

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Kitchen cabinet doors that slowly swing open and shut of their own volition, door knobs that turn in the middle of the night, phantom birds that flutter around the living room – all of these supernatural occurrences were experienced by author Emily Hill when she lived in Seattle’s Greenwood neighborhood between 1986 and 1999.  Her thirteen years of experiences led her to write a series of ghost story eBooks, and started her on a quest to locate other Greenwood residents who have had similar ‘ghostly’ experiences in their Greenwood-area homes.

“I’ve now located nine haunted houses in Seattle’s Greenwood neighborhood since  publishing my first ghost story book,” announced Seattle-area author, Emily Hill, whose books delve into her experiences with the supernatural. “I have been engaged in an active search to locate other residents of Greenwood who have experienced supernatural activity in their home, including ghost sightings, and occurences such as those detailed in this account.

Ms. Hill explained in an hour-long interview how she became aware of the sixth haunted house,  “Several months ago I received an email from a young man who lives in a rental house four blocks from the haunted cottage that I purchased in 1986.  The very day that this young man, and his fiancé, moved into their Greenwood rental, odd and unsettling occurrences began.”

Ms. Hill’s correspondent contacted her after he began researching the Seattle neighborhood that he calls home.  Like this young man, Ms. Hill also had suspicions about the area around North 85th Street and Greenwood Avenue after a conversation with a taxi driver led her to accounts of Greenwood circa 1907 and the spooky history of the Woodland Cemetery Association.

“When I lived in my 1907 cottage, very strange things occurred in my own house, and that of my next door neighbor.

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“When I lived in Greenwood, my next door neighbor, a single mother with a four-year old described to me an imaginary playmate that her daughter said would come to her nursery at twilight.  The daughter’s description was that of a little girl dressed in a pinafore, Mary Jane shoes, and white stockings.  It was not long after the ‘playmate’ episodes began that the mother experienced a ghost sighting.  As she stared into the hallway mirror, brushing her hair, an apparition matching the description of the daughter’s playmate brushed past the mother and floated down the stairs into the living room where the daughter’s portrait hung.  The mother and daughter moved out of the house within days and the house remained empty while their lease ran out,” the author tells A.V. Harrison Publishing.

“After my first ghost story collection published, a friend told me of an acquaintance whose wife had gone mad while living in the Greenwood area.  The friend conjectured that the stay-at-home mom may have been driven insane by visits from ‘the other side’ while alone in the house all day,” which brought the number of haunted properties, that Emily Hill had tracked down, to five.

The email from the resident of Haunted House No. 6 is provided here.  Edited for brevity and to redact names and addresses the email reads:

“Ms. Hill, I found your email address while researching Greenwood. My fiancé and I have been renting a house in Greenwood for the past year.  We moved into the house almost exactly a year ago this month. We were looking forward to living [in this house] and excited to be in the neighborhood, but we definitely experienced odd things immediately [after moving in].

“One of the first things we [witnessed] together was the kitchen sink turn on full force, in the middle of the afternoon.

I cannot say I’ve been terrorized but I’ve certainly been spooked, especially in the past month. My fiancé was away travelling on business for two weeks and so I was left with our dog and cat. The animals, seem to be aware of oddities.

While my fiancé was away I can say I was annoyed by the [following] “phenomena”:

-knocking on walls in middle of night. To the point I could not get more than a few hours of sleep;

-foot steps above, clearly not dog or cat footsteps, when I’m in basement doing laundry;

-cold breezes and drafts when I’m in the living room watching TV or reading, (apparently from nowhere, as no windows or doors are open);

– my Xbox360 game console turned off in the middle of gameplay.  (I’m convinced it was the violent content of the game [that caused the interruption of the game].

During these weeks I questioned my sanity. . .my imagination. . .when it came down to it, I could not dismiss much of it easily.

The frequency of activity seemed to increase until one evening.  [Around] 6:00PM, I snapped and yelled that I was “not impressed – that ‘You’ needed to stop harassing me.”   I continued to say I was “sorry that ‘You’ are restless”, and that I wanted him/her to find peace, asking how I could help.

I immediately put out a glass of wine as an offering, a glass of scotch and some fresh water. [The activity] stopped after that.  Not one strange thing, noise or otherwise occurred.  I’m not a religious person per se, but I am spiritual.  So, at my sister and another friend’s recommendation, I stated to our ghost: that “God” whatever that is to ‘You’, is not pleased with this behavior, it is not right, nor funny, to frighten.

Over the last week I did see a bedroom light turn on and off. . . And last night I was kept up. . . with tapping on the heat ducts and walls. The same random, non-rhythmic, but clearly deliberate tapping.  This convinced me to [do a Google search] of Greenwood [and its history].”

The Greenwood resident then located the eMail address of Emily Hill, and contacted the author with this account.  He continues, “I’ve never denied the existence of the paranormal but I haven’t had too much history with it.  The events experienced over the last year have convinced me that there is an all-too-real paranormal world, or dimension, out there.”  Signed Nate

Emily Hill tells us that Greenwood Haunted House 7 is visited in the early hours of the morning by the apparition of a Native American who taps at the windows and rattles the doorknob, resident No. 8 smells smoke – as though the house is engulfed in flame; and house No. 9 is plaugued by a poltergeist.

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Lizzie Borden ~ Making the Case for A Residual Haunting

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Lizzie Borden took an axe,
And gave her mother forty whacks!
When she saw what she had done,
She gave her father forty-one!

The annals of Massachusetts’ crime certainly contain their share of the ominous, the eerie, and the depraved; including one of America’s most notorious and haunting incidents, the murders of Abby and Andrew Borden, which took place on 04 August 1892.

Speculation over who committed these two grisly murders continues to this day with the count of Lizzie Borden YouTube videos slicing through 33,000. Goddesses only know how many ‘views’ that might amount to.

In my blog today I don’t plan to add to the speculation of who committed the murders; except to say that I do NOT believe that Lizzie Borden murdered her evil stepmother, Abby; or her treacherous and stingy father, Andrew. [hint: blue dress, no blood stains – according to Bridgette Sullivan’s court testimony.]

I am much more keenly fascinated over what TYPE of hauntings take place at 451 Rock Street – where the murders occurred. One can find literally hundreds of claims that the hauntings at the Borden residence manifest from the interactive ghost of Lizzie Borden herself, who has the ability to proclaim her innocence to television’s parade of paranormal investigators.

Let’s see about that!

Last year the Borden murders came to my attention when I came across a YouTube video produced by ‘Spooky South Coast’ radio personality Tim Weisberg. In the YouTube production Weisberg purported being able to provoke Lizzie Borden into speaking to him (provoke being the operative word here). Although the video has been removed from YouTube, accountings of the assertions that Weisberg makes about his exchange with Miss Borden are still available on the net, [Jason Perry’s account notably]. In his video Weisberg recorded a belligerent rant at The Spirits – basically calling Miss Borden out, in a ‘Did you do it? Are you guilty of murder? Now is the time to proclaim your innocence,’ sort of way. The EVP recording definitely picked up a response. It was, ‘But I’m a good daughter,’ which Weisberg took as a direct response to his query into her innocence.

‘But I’m a good daughter.’ In the mind of Weisberg – and others – that was the proclamation of innocence that was somehow missing from Miss Borden during the fifteen-day trial, held in the Bedford, Massachusetts courthouse.

Something stuck in my mind about that EVP – specifically the words – the exact words.

But. I’m. A. Good. Daughter.

Would, in any logical fashion, that be the direct response to a question akin to ‘Did you kill your stepmother and father?’ I decided that it probably was not.

I had two curiosities after concluding that ‘But I’m a good daughter’ was not spoken in an interactive exchange:

1) what would compel a ghost to proclaim their ‘goodness’; and
2) how COULD one explain an EVP in which those particular words were stated?

Step back and give me an opportunity to highlight TWO of the six major categories of Hauntings [taken from my eBook, ‘Dictionary of Everyday Terms Relating to Spirits and Ghouls’ ].

Interactive Ghosts: Ghosts that act (and react) with seeming awareness of what is going on around them. E.g.: An interactive ghost might, among other things, scratch, bite, pull, or write notes to those on THIS side of The Grave.

Residual Hauntings: The energy vibration that continues following a traumatic event, such as after a grisly murder has occurred.

I don’t believe that ‘But I’m a good daughter’ is an intelligent response to the query, ‘Did you kill your stepmother and your father?’ And I discount claims of any paranormal investigator who claims to have spoken – or communed – with Lizzie Borden. [Her father, however, is a different matter – for a later blog.]

It is a documented fact that the Borden household was a seething cauldron of hatred, suspicion, ostracization, and miserliness to the point of cruelty. Andrew Borden was said to have cheated and betrayed (in business deals) his partners, his creditors, and most notably (the week of the murders) his handyman. The community newspapers regaled the community with tales of screaming matches, fights, and stony silences among Borden family members. There were charges of cash and jewelry coming up missing; supposedly an early-inheritance ‘grab’ by Lizzie as the valuables stolen were those of her stepmother – whom she referred to as Mrs. Borden. Have I left any depravity out? Oh, Yes! One! Steve Goldman, writing for historybuff.com noted ‘A recent article suggested that Lizzie was a victim of incest.’ Andrew is charged, post-mortem, with molesting Lizzie – or perhaps both Emma and Lizzie?

Was the brutal energy from the tension, emotional (and/or physical) violence in the Borden household stored? And if so, how? According to the website ‘The Shadowlands.net’, ‘Certain building materials (such as . . . iron nails used in many older buildings) have properties similar to that of [recording] tapes. When a traumatic event occurs [during] a time of heightened emotions, these materials record the event for future playback.’

Iron nails were used in the construction of homes, such as the Borden home, during the 1890s. Did the iron in the nails used to build the wood-frame home of the Borden family actually record the heightened emotional energy of Lizzie Borden screaming at her stepmother, or father, ‘But I’m a good daughter!’ as they lay charge after charge against her in abusive tirades that would not be tolerated today?

I think that the possibility of a residual haunting in which the emotional tragedy of a fractured family is stored as energy recordings is far more likely than the ghost of Lizzie Borden coming back to proclaim an innocence that was awarded by a jury over 120 years ago.

Verdict: Residual Haunting, not Interactive Haunting.

But, what do YOU think?

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☆ myBLOG: Haunted Land, Hallowed Ground

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In 1986 I bought a charming cottage in the Greenwood District of Seattle. I lived there for thirteen years, moving on in 1999 after my son graduated from college. On numerous occasions I have mentioned the eerie and unsettling occurrences that took place during the time my son and I lived there. Although from the street the house looked sweet, with its rose trellises and ¼ acre lush green lawn, something was afoot inside – a presence that moved through in the early morning hours.

I now live in a suburb of Seattle a number of miles away from Greenwood. As I write this blog entry I am sitting at a two-person round café table in my kitchen. It’s 3AM. If I were back in my cottage writing at this early-morning hour it would not be unusual for the old country-style cupboard doors, fashioned out of thin sheets of plywood, to slowly creak open as though the house were built on a slant. It would not be unusual for the glass-prism doorknobs to rattle and turn in their brass casings – always at 3AM. The house was haunted.

I learned (not at first, but over the years) that many of the houses in Greenwood are haunted. And that realization sparked a curiosity – why would so many houses on one block – and many houses beyond that block – in an otherwise pleasant family-oriented subdivision – be haunted? Well, in the case of Greenwood, Seattle, because the subdivision had been built adjacent to an expansive nineteenth century cemetery – Woodland Cemetery of Seattle. In short – my Snow White inspired cottage, with its rosebud ceramic cupboard-door pulls, and lace curtains, had been built on Haunted Land.

Many buildings, even modern buildings that would seemingly have no ‘past’ – no reason for residual hauntings, no history of trauma or drama, even toy stores – are in fact, haunted. They are haunted by virtue of the LAND that they are situated on and what has transpired on that land.

Take the case of the Sunnyvale, California toy store, which is haunted by the specter of a field hand whose affections were not reciprocated by the daughter of his boss. Simulated in a dated YouTube video (which plays in the Side Bar to this blog) the field hand, Johnny Johnson, is shown lamenting over his unrequited love to Elizabeth Murphy on the eve of her marriage to Mr. Tafee. In his rage and frustration Johnny Johnson, who had been chopping wood when he received the news of Miss Murphy’s impending wedding, accidentally misses with his axe and severs his own artery.

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He falls to the ground and dies on the very spot where, moments before, Elizabeth had spurned his love. Johnny Johnson cries out for Elizabeth as the last trace of Life leaves his body, and thus the land becomes haunted forever more.

Many years later the Murphy-family farmland was sold and a Toys R Us store was built where, in 1870, Johnny Johnson had been left calling out to be saved from death so that he could continue in his efforts to woo Elizabeth. A century later occurrences in the toy store such as the sound of a man crying out the name ‘Elizabeth’, the feeling of someone blowing on the back of the neck of young raven-haired women, cold spots, and eerie feelings of melancholy, have all been experienced at the Sunnyvale Toys R Us location. A toy store built on Haunted Land.

Native land is also very often Haunted Land. There are untold numbers of stories of homes and businesses being built on land once inhabited by Native peoples where one can hear drums beating from across The Great Divide, the haunting sounds of chanting from centuries past, babies crying, and the sounds of unseen children playing. Indian Springs, Oklahoma (near Crescent) is such a place. Twenty-first century communities built on Haunted Land.

Maybe YOU know of an instance in which a mid-century business, a modern home, a condo high rise, is haunted not because of what took place inside the current structure but haunted by what transpired on its Haunted Land.

TELL US about it! The readers of this blog would LOVE to hear of YOUR experiences – or what YOU have heard about ‘Haunted Lands’.

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