Post by auntym on Nov 2, 2013 14:43:58 GMT -6
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Nov. 1, 2013
My friend Beth is an incredible woman. She teaches in a local college, is a yoga instructor has a husband, a bunch of kids and lives and runs a small horse farm.
Beth is a practical person. Although open minded she really has not had any personal experiences with the paranormal. Beth was the last person on earth I ever thought would call me for advice about a ghost.
Beth told me she was having an on going situation at the house and on the farm and wanted to know if I could drop by and visit with her. Beth has been a good friend for many years and knows she is the last person to think a creaky floor or flickering light was a ghost. I knew if she brought it up at all that something odd must have been going on. I decided to visit her right away to find out what was happening.
As soon as I arrived at Beth’s farm she walked me to her house that sat on top of a small hill in front of the farm. Behind the house were paddocks, a big barn, with many different horses along with a pony, a goat, dogs, cats and chickens- I think you get the idea. Beth and her family love animals.
I went to sit down at Beth’s large kitchen table when she pulled me away and said, “No, come on it happens in my bathroom.”
We walked down the long hall where Beth and her husband’s bedroom was the last room in the house facing the farm. Inside her bedroom was a master bathroom with a large window over looking the farm. We stood in the bedroom facing the bathroom door. Beth pointed at the bathroom door and said, “That’s where it happens, right at that door.”
Beth then told me that two of her older children would sometimes use her bathroom when trying to get ready to go out if other family members were using the other bathrooms.
The problem started about three weeks ago. Her oldest son was in her bathroom taking a shower about 7pm. Standing in Beth’s room ironing his shirt at the time was Beth’s other teenage son. All of a sudden a violent pounding started on the bathroom door. It was a loud clear knocking.
The boy in the shower started to yell out to his brother in the parent’s bedroom ironing, asking him what he wanted. At the same time the boy ironing was yelling to his brother in the bathroom asking him why he was banging on the door. The commotion stopped and both boys continued on with what they were doing.
A few minutes passed when the knocking started up again. This time the pounding was loud and vibrated the entire room. Both boys thought it was the other one doing it and both headed towards to door. The boy inside the bathroom opened the door and started to yell at his brother. The brother in the bedroom returned the screaming both insisting the other had been the door banger. Both boys started to walk out of their parent’s bedroom one behind the other when the door pounding started one last time.
Both boys stood silently looking at the other while the pounding shaking door seemed to be knocking and shaking on its own. The boys bravely flung open the door to look inside the bathroom. It was empty. They then ran the water in the shower and sink and tried hard to repeat the noise. Nothing happened. They searched inside and outside the house yet found nothing that would cause the door to be pounded in the way that it was. The two young men were confused and quickly reported the event to the rest of the family.
A few days passed when my friend was home in her kitchen with her oldest son who was the boy who was in the shower during the first incident. Suddenly they could hear hard loud knocking coming from the back of the house. They followed the noise to the end of the house where the first incident occurred. When they searched the house once again they found nothing out of the ordinary.
The loud knocking continued with an incident occurring every few days. The family continued to search their property, check the pipes, and check for construction problems to try to find the cause of this strange happening. They came up empty handed.
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Nov. 1, 2013
My friend Beth is an incredible woman. She teaches in a local college, is a yoga instructor has a husband, a bunch of kids and lives and runs a small horse farm.
Beth is a practical person. Although open minded she really has not had any personal experiences with the paranormal. Beth was the last person on earth I ever thought would call me for advice about a ghost.
Beth told me she was having an on going situation at the house and on the farm and wanted to know if I could drop by and visit with her. Beth has been a good friend for many years and knows she is the last person to think a creaky floor or flickering light was a ghost. I knew if she brought it up at all that something odd must have been going on. I decided to visit her right away to find out what was happening.
As soon as I arrived at Beth’s farm she walked me to her house that sat on top of a small hill in front of the farm. Behind the house were paddocks, a big barn, with many different horses along with a pony, a goat, dogs, cats and chickens- I think you get the idea. Beth and her family love animals.
I went to sit down at Beth’s large kitchen table when she pulled me away and said, “No, come on it happens in my bathroom.”
We walked down the long hall where Beth and her husband’s bedroom was the last room in the house facing the farm. Inside her bedroom was a master bathroom with a large window over looking the farm. We stood in the bedroom facing the bathroom door. Beth pointed at the bathroom door and said, “That’s where it happens, right at that door.”
Beth then told me that two of her older children would sometimes use her bathroom when trying to get ready to go out if other family members were using the other bathrooms.
The problem started about three weeks ago. Her oldest son was in her bathroom taking a shower about 7pm. Standing in Beth’s room ironing his shirt at the time was Beth’s other teenage son. All of a sudden a violent pounding started on the bathroom door. It was a loud clear knocking.
The boy in the shower started to yell out to his brother in the parent’s bedroom ironing, asking him what he wanted. At the same time the boy ironing was yelling to his brother in the bathroom asking him why he was banging on the door. The commotion stopped and both boys continued on with what they were doing.
A few minutes passed when the knocking started up again. This time the pounding was loud and vibrated the entire room. Both boys thought it was the other one doing it and both headed towards to door. The boy inside the bathroom opened the door and started to yell at his brother. The brother in the bedroom returned the screaming both insisting the other had been the door banger. Both boys started to walk out of their parent’s bedroom one behind the other when the door pounding started one last time.
Both boys stood silently looking at the other while the pounding shaking door seemed to be knocking and shaking on its own. The boys bravely flung open the door to look inside the bathroom. It was empty. They then ran the water in the shower and sink and tried hard to repeat the noise. Nothing happened. They searched inside and outside the house yet found nothing that would cause the door to be pounded in the way that it was. The two young men were confused and quickly reported the event to the rest of the family.
A few days passed when my friend was home in her kitchen with her oldest son who was the boy who was in the shower during the first incident. Suddenly they could hear hard loud knocking coming from the back of the house. They followed the noise to the end of the house where the first incident occurred. When they searched the house once again they found nothing out of the ordinary.
The loud knocking continued with an incident occurring every few days. The family continued to search their property, check the pipes, and check for construction problems to try to find the cause of this strange happening. They came up empty handed.
CONTINUE READING: endlessjrny.blogspot.co.uk/
Email chrisholly61@yahoo.com