Wednesday, October 9, 2024

Subtle Hauntings?

 

Dear Readers,

There are many things I would like to share with you in this short season of scary thoughts and imaginings, and I don’t want to leave out vital details. For those reasons I am dividing this long piece into three parts. Each one relates one or more true and sometimes creepy experiences of my family at our one hundred twenty-year-old home at the top of a Barre City hill. I invite you to read this first installment now and pick up the October 23rd and 30th editions of The World to continue reading.  These true tales may be best enjoyed in a candle-lit room on a cold and windy midnight.

 

Subtle Hauntings?

-installment one-

By G. E. Shuman

 

Many full moons, fallen leaves, and Halloween seasons ago my family bought our old house on the hill from an elderly Barre couple who, at the time, had lived in the house for over forty years. Their kids had grown, and the house was too much work and just too much house for the couple. Those are the reasons they gave for wanting to leave the place. I remember, while discussing our deal on the house, the old man of the couple looking directly at me and relating that they were tired, that the house had been on the market for a year, (at a very good price I will add,) and that only four people had even stopped to look at it, before our inquiry. There was some look of puzzled disbelief if not desperation in those eyes.

Time is a strange thing, and it is funny, or not so funny, how it passes, how changes all around you can occur with barely a notice or warning. This is especially, I think, if you are surrounded by a place that barely changes at all. We are now the’ elderly’ couple living in the house and have just finished our own fortieth year here. As with the previous owners, our children have grown, along with even most of our grandchildren. We have no plans to leave the house, but plans can change; things can happen to convince you to go. Given enough time they ultimately must do so, and then you will go.

A suitable time of year to talk about our spooky old house on the hill seems to be when others are in the mood to hear such things. It is October and night comes a bit earlier each day now, blanketing the fallen leaves with ever-lengthening blackness. The winds are colder and stronger than they were, especially during the night; gnarled ‘witch finger’ bare boned branches of our large maple tree rub and creak and complain to the world. Jack-o-lanterns and ghosts adorn the neighborhood, even up here on the hill.

So, in honor the old house and everyone who has grown up here, or at least spent a night here, I will now relate some things that have happened within these walls, over the many years of our occupancy.

Disclaimer: I personally do not believe in ghosts, ghouls, or goblins.  I do believe my own eyes and ears and promise you that every single thing I will tell you here is absolutely true.

 

 

-The Attic-

Our grown and oldest child, Chrissy, is, to this day, fairly convinced that something besides humans and the occasional mouse lives in our old house on the hill. I have never asked her directly, but I’m sure something must have scared her horribly here when she was a young child. She recently confided to me: “I really have heard and seen things there, Dad.”

For years Chrissy had one of the upstairs bedrooms as her own and would tell you today that she had often heard footfalls, in the night, as of something walking across the attic floor above her bed. Ours is a full walk-up attic, with the usual dust, cobwebs, and creaking floors of such places. The dampness and darkness of the attic is not inviting; tapping sounds have been heard, and things have tended to fall to the floor unexpectedly up there. Not from fear or dread, but rather just of no necessity, we rarely open the old door and go up there, especially in the night.

Chrissy is a rational, reasonable, intelligent adult. Still, I doubt that she would ever spend a night all alone in our old house. I know that if she did, walking up those attic stairs would be out of the question for her. This, perhaps, because of experiences that only she understands. Sometimes there are just more reasons to stay away than to venture up into something of the unknown.

 

There is, truly, nothing creepier than experiencing something thought to be impossible or only of your imagination, and then having that impossible thing firmly verified by another person. Imagining as a child that someone was lurking under your bed could only be more terrifying upon learning that someone actually was. Such is the case of our experience of ‘The Little Girl on the Landing,’ which is part of the next installment of Subtle Hauntings, to be shared in the October 23rd edition. See you there.