hauntedliving

We were living in a two bedroom mobile home in a mobile home park.  With two girls and two boys still at home we needed a three bedroom mobile home.  We had moved into the two bedroom mobile home to escape from the haunted house on Robertson Road.  My husband and I were both so traumatized from what we had been through in the house we did not want to take a chance on a house at that time.  We both felt safer in a mobile home plus the owners of the park were our friends.  Since there were only a few three bedrooms there was a waiting list for them.  We asked to be put on the list and waited.  About a month later a three bedroom home became empty.  We were surprised when we were told we could move into the home in a week.  There must have been several families ahead of us on the list.  We decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

We moved into the house the next week.  The girls had their own bedroom and the boys had theirs.  My husband and I had the large master bedroom.  We were also happy to have two bathrooms instead of one.

Almost as soon as we moved in I got that old familiar feeling of being watched.  It was particularly intense in the hall near the back door.  I didn’t want to say anything to my husband yet.  I tried to stay out of the hall after dark when it was the spookiest and wait it out.  I also insisted on keeping the hall light on at night for the kids.

One night my husband went to bed early but got back up after only about an hour.  He looked like he was sick.  He was shaking and jumpy.  When I asked him if he was alright he told me no.  He refused to tell me anything at first but eventually said that someone had got into the bed with him.  He had felt someone pull back the covers and lay down in the bed.  He thought it was me at first until he turned over and no one was there. I then told him I was feeling like we were being watched. We realized we had a problem we did not want to deal with; we were living in yet another haunted place. Why would a new mobile home be haunted? The answer came to us the next week from a neighbor.

A woman who was convinced the former tenant was cheating with her husband put graveyard dirt in a baggy and placed it under the steps of the home.  There was also some kind of ritual said over the bag.  I went outside and looked for the bag of dirt.  I found it under the back steps at the back door.  That explained why the feeling of being watched was so strong at the back door.  I pulled out the bag of dirt and walked down the road about a half mile until I came to a small creek.  I tossed the bag of dirt into the creek and went back home.  That night I told my husband about the dirt and what I did with it.  We were both hopeful that now we could live in peace but it was not to be.

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