From: email@example.com (LeAnne)
Subject: Our ghost – TRUE STORIES
Date: 11 Sep 1995 19:51:03 GMT
(c) 1995 Leanne Davis
My family moved last October into a Queen Anne victorian house that was built in 1894. The previous owners swore there were no violent deaths in the house (required by Texas law to divulge that info these days!) Actually, they claimed there were no ghosts that they were aware of either.
Two days after we put the Christmas tree up in the foyer, it was knocked over while my husband & I were at work & our son was at school. We lost all of our antique glass Christmas ornaments that were on the tree, many were family heirlooms. We were lucky the tree didn’t fall when the space heater across the room was lit. I guess she didn’t like where we put the tree & she didn’t want her house to accidentally burn down. I just wish she’d made herself clear the day before I put all the ornaments on the tree. Yes, we think our ghost is female, and I’m still upset about my ornaments.
Very frequently last winter, I would smell apple pies baking, you know the strong smell of cloves & cinnamon – I haven’t even had any cloves in the house yet & I haven’t baked an apple pie in 4 or 5 years.
A couple of days later, we had an open house & the wife of one of the guys my husband works with swore we had more than one spirit in the house. There are photos of the people who built the house, hanging in the stairwell. Someone made the comment at the open house that she (the wife) was homely. So my husband spouted off also saying that she was ugly & that she had no right to knock our tree over & break the ornaments.
Not long after that, my husband was taking a bath in the upstairs bathroom (he’s too tall for the claw foot tub downstairs). Anyway, he heard the door to the bathroom opening while he was soaking. His thought it was our son messing with him, so he hollered him. Our son was not upstairs, he was not even in the house. And, then my husband heard the bathroom door close and footsteps running down the hallway.
Then, one day they were watching TV and the dog (a cocker spaniel) went nuts barking. My husband followed her into our bedroom. The bedroom door (which normally tends to open & stay open – has to be pulled tight to latch as a rule) slammed shut and the dog lay down & hid her face with her paws & whimpered.
One of our pictures from Christmas morning shows a light blob where no light was present in the room in the pre-dawn (you know how kids get you up early to open presents.)
My husband apologized for calling the lady “ugly”. And the “incidents” have stopped except for the apple pie smells (which we don’t mind cause it smells good) and the dog barking at nothing we can see. We won’t put the Christmas tree in the same spot this year – it will go in the cupola instead.
It’s been interesting. We’re hoping to do some more research on the house. I just found out recently it was empty for 25 years. The previous owners had it for 30. And the ones before that for about 6 years. We’re the fourth family.