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Since going back to the house on Robertson Road we have had some interesting and unusual things to happen here. I should say more spooky stuff than usual anyway. For one my Granddaughter, Lauryn, was on the bed watching TV when she felt ice cold fingers rubbing her face and hair. All of us are having nightmares and can not sleep for more than a few hours at a time each night. 

One day in the late afternoon Lauryn saw a dark shadow person walking on the front porch.  The dogs must have seen it too for they raced to the storm door barking and growling.

Last night my youngest son saw a man walking behind me as I walked from the hall into the den.

We park all of our cars in the back yard except for my oldest son’s car which he parks in the driveway.  Four of the cars out of five have had the batteries drained since going to the house on Robertson Road.

I wish I had never taken my Granddaughter back to that house. 

My son, Ron, and his wife split up a few months ago after a year of marriage.  She took the two cats and stated she would let my son keep his boxer bulldog, Lucy, as long as she got a puppy.  She demanded all the furniture, dishes, bedding, etc…She left him with nothing except a bench. Ron agreed to breed Lucy and give his wife a puppy as long as he could keep his dog without a fight. They were living with us so this involved the entire family in dealing with her threats to involve the police if she didn’t get her way.

Ron took Lucy to a breeder several counties away.  The breeder stated that she would not take the $300.00 breeding fee in exchange for a white boxer which is rare in our neck of the woods.  

Now the puppies are five weeks old and the wife has decided she wants half the money for the puppies instead of taking a puppy.  Ron is selling the puppies for $300.00 each so in my opinion the wife is entitled to $300.00 minus her share of the Vet bills.

Ron posted an ad on Craig’s list for the puppies.  As some of you know you can not list a price on Craig’s list so he listed our phone number. Someone is angry at the price of the puppies and flag’s each ad Ron has placed as well as one I placed.  I know that $300.00 seems like a lot of money but when you consider the Vet bills, Calcium tablets, Vitamins, Puppy Chow, tail docking, dew claw removal, pee pads, baby wipes, wormed, shots, etc… the price is fair.  The father is registered but the mother is not so that is an issue for one person.  If the Mother was registered too the price for the puppies would be even higher.  Some people just want something for nothing.

My Granddaughter, Lauryn, is spending the summer with me.  We have spent hours talking about the haunted houses I have lived in over the years.  Lauryn is particularly interested in the house on Robertson Road.  After looking at the collection of photos we took in the house she asked if the house was still standing and if we could go there.  I told her that her Aunt and Uncle and went by the house about two months ago and yes, it was still standing.  Her Aunt had actually gone into the house that night and broke her ankle upon leaving the house.

Last Friday, Lauryn and I had to make a trip which would take us close to the Robertson Road house.  I suggested we go by the house on the way.  I told her I would stop on the road if no cars were behind me and she could take a picture with her cell phone.

When we reached the house Lauryn begged to go into the yard for a closer picture.  I had no interest in being that close to the house but since it meant so much to Lauryn I pulled over to the side of the road.  We got out of the car and went into the front yard where Lauryn took three photos of the house. 

The house is in bad condition now with some of the windows broken out. The wood is beginning to rot and the trees that were yards away from the house are now hugging the sides of the house.  The carport has fallen in and rotten wood is stacked on the front porch.

While I stood there watching Lauryn take the photos I got a weird feeling that I needed to go into the house.  I walked up to the front door, then over to the open window area.  I felt compelled to at least lean into the house.  Just as I did ice cold air rushed at me.  The old familiar feeling of evil washed over me.  I quickly grabbed Lauryn by the arm and we left. Some things are just better left alone.

The Troup County, Georgia Tax Commissioner recently learned he is going to lose one half an employee.  Needless to say he was very unhappy to learn this distressing news.  I can understand how he feels.  He needs all the help he can get to rip off the citizens of Troup County.  Our taxes when up by almost $500.00 for last year and the only improvement we made was to cut down a few trees.  I planted some flowers in the yard so I expect them to go again. 

Mr. Commissioner then had the nerve to ask the County to pay for a lawyer so that he could sue them over losing the one half employee.  They turned him down of course due to a conflict of interest.  I can’t help but wonder which half of the employee he is losing; the top half, bottom half, or side half.

Most of the time living in a haunted house is just like living in a normal house.  It is not like we see a ghost each day of the week.  We even forget it is haunted until we see a dark creeping shadow or a door opens all by its self.  We have creepy things happen but they are just not on a daily basis…more like about two or three times a month.  Weird things happen more during cold weather for some reason.  I have been told it is because of static electrically but don’t quote me on that.  Let me say it is not a bad haunting.  In fact the ghost here are quite nice and gentle in a way. 

My daughter, Daisy, who also lives here, refuses to admit the house is haunted even though she saw a ghost one night about a year ago. Daisy was sitting in the living room watching TV with her brother when she felt someone watching her.  When Daisy turned her gaze to the hall she was shocked to see a strange woman staring intently at her.  The woman looked to be in her thirties and was dressed in antebellum attire.  It appeared the woman was standing in Daisy’s bedroom but leaning partially out the doorway.  Daisy only saw her for a few seconds until the woman disappeared.  Now Daisy thinks she was just overly tired and seeing things.  She is in denial because she does not want the house to be haunted.

We think there are four ghosts here; two women, a man, and a child.  We think one of the women died in the house while the others are haunting the land which used to be an old plantation.  The house is only thirteen years old but we are the fifth family to own the house.  The plantation of the other hand dates back to before the civil war. The plantation house fell in years ago and the land where the house stood is now for sale. 

The most active parts of the house are the laundry room, the den, and the kitchen.  The same ghost who was in the hall has also been seen in the den and laundry room by three other people.  We used the den for a bedroom for the first two years we owned the house but no one would sleep in there for more than a few days at a time.

Family photos taken in the house and the yard have orbs on them.  Two of my Granddaughters have seen a black shadow person walk through the living room.  Something grabbed one Granddaughter by the arm and whispered her name while she was making a sandwich in the kitchen.  While on the computer one morning out of the corner of my eye I saw movement.  This happens a lot and usually when I turn my head nothing is there but this day there was something.  A glimmering shiny light was moving down the wall.  I watched it for about ten seconds until it just vanished.  Something unseen rubbed my back while I was outside walking the dog.  It was almost as if they were saying; its ok, I know you are tired.  These are just some of the spooky things going on here. 

These things happen and we just have an attitude of; oh well, what ever.  They don’t hurt us; they are not evil so they really do not cause a problem.  After living in haunted houses with really evil spiteful spirits this is a picnic.  I guess in a way I kind of feel sorry for the ghosts.  What can we do anyway?  We love the house and don’t want to move.  We don’t want anyone attempting to force the ghosts out of the house.  Sometimes that makes things worse and we don’t want that to happen.  As long as they don’t bother us we won’t bother them plus it gives me something to blog about. 

One night my daughter and I were sitting on the sofa watching TV.  From where we were sitting we could see down the hall.  My bedroom was at the end of the hall, next to my room was the bathroom, and the next room was my son’s room.  While we were watching TV I turned to my daughter to say something to her about the movie when the door to my bedroom opened and a strange man walked out of the room.  I guess I must have had a strange look on my face because my daughter turned to see what I was staring at in the hall.  We both watched the man go into the bathroom and saw the door shut behind him. I raced to my room to make sure my husband was alright.  He was still asleep and seemed to be fine.  I woke him and told him a strange man was in the bathroom.  He got up and opened the bathroom door only to find the room empty.  My daughter was still sitting on the sofa too scared to move.  She insisted no one had come out of the bathroom.  My daughter and I had just seen our first ghost in the mobile home.

Taking away the graveyard dirt had not cleared the home of ghost.  It seemed they were here to stay and we would just have to learn to live with them or move out.  We had a family meeting and decided to stay for the time being.

A few days later my husband was sitting on the front porch when he saw a man walking by the barn heading toward our home.  When the man was about half way between the barn and our yard he just disappeared into thin air. When he described the man I realized he was describing the owner’s uncle who had lived in the mobile home on the other side of the barn until his death.  He had died of a heart attack on his back steps the year before we moved into our home.  Now we knew it wasn’t just our home that was haunted but the park as well.

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cookout-and-orbs-105.jpgThe other night I was reading the local news paper at the dining room table.  From where I was sitting I could see the entire living room area and part of the hall.  Our dog, Coca, was on the sofa chewing on a toy.  There was no one else in the dining room or the living room other than Coca and me.

As I read the paper Coca let out a deep low growl.  I did not think anything of it to start with.  Usually when she growls like that she has seen something out the living room window.  When she continued to growl I got up intending to go to the window and try to see what she was upset about.  I stopped in my tracks when I saw she was looking down the hall.  The hair stood up on my neck when I looked down the hall.  The only light in the hall was a night light so the hall was dimly lit and getting spookier by the minute.   I backed up a few feet and watched Coca as her head turned as if she was watching something walk across the room.  When she was facing the front door she stopped growling and went back to chewing her toy.  I guess what she was watching went out the door.  I get a little scared when things like this happen then go back to living my life in a some what normal way.  As normal a life as possible when living in a haunted house on haunted land.

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.

Are Ouija Boards toys or dangerous doorways to Hell?  Toy companies state they are just toys but many paranormal researchers believe they are doorways for demons to enter our world.  The boards have been around since the 1800’s when the obsession with spiritualism began.  Kate and Margaret Fox are responsible for starting the craze in 1848.  Communication with the dead started out with table turning and basket (spirit) writing soon followed.  Some people became mediums who talked with the dead using table turning or going into trances.  Interest was so great the average person wanted to be able to talk with the dead also and so began the love affair with the planchette.  This item was round or oval and moved over a table painted with letters.  Then in May of 1890 a patent was filed for the talking board; an early version of the Ouija.

Many houses haunted by evil spirits have a history of people who lived there using the boards in the house.  Is it possible they are doorways and once opened the door can not be closed?  Yes it is very possible.  For example a young family member uses the board during a sleepover.  A demon crosses over into our realm.  The house is then “haunted”.  Once the haunting turns evil the occupations move out and the evil waits for the next unsuspecting family to move in.  If it is possible think about this; millions have been sold since 1848 and they are still selling today. 

When I was growing up my family did not go trick-or-treating.  We went to a Halloween Carnival at my school one year.  Other than that one time we just stayed at home on Halloween.  My little brother, sister, and I were not allowed to go out on Halloween. When the kids at school talked about their costumes I would not say anything.  On Halloween night my Mom would turn out all the lights and we would watch TV.  If anyone knocked Mom would tell us to stay put and not answer the door.  When I asked Mom why we did not go trick-or-treating she told me it was too much trouble.

One Halloween when I was 14 years old I spent the week-end with my Grandmother.  On Halloween she asked me if I was going trick-or-treating.  Since this was my Mom’s mother I had always assumed she did not approve of trick-or-treating anymore than my Mom did.  I told Granny I would love to go and she called two of my cousins to go with me.  Between the cousins and Granny they came up with a costume for me.  I was so excited I could not stand still. 

My cousins and I walked for hours, going from house to house.  We collected bags of candy and had so much fun.  Only one time did anyone ask me if I was too old to be out trick-or-treating?  When I told the lady it was my first time to ever go she said “bless your heart”.  She also gave me extra candy.  It was a truly wonderful night for me.

When my children were old enough to go trick-or-treating I took them each year.  Now they take their children.  I don’t care about the “real meaning of Halloween” or what it is based on.  To me it is fun and kids should have fun in their lives.  They are introduced to the real world soon enough.