Blogging · Mi Vida Loca · nonfiction · postaday · stories · Stories of my life · Uncategorized · writing

The Haunting of Home

I’ve told all of you about my ghost friend Abe. I know many of you probably don’t believe in ghosts, hauntings, things that go bump in the night. I do, because I’ve seen and heard things that are not explained otherwise. I’ve seen way too many ghosts for anyone to tell me they don’t exist. Just because a person hasn’t seen a ghost, doesn’t win the argument that they are not real. I believe there are many things we do not see, but they still exist.

My childhood home
My childhood home

This ghost that I’m going to tell you about was seen and felt in my childhood home along with Abe. It just wasn’t as nice as Abe. In fact, this ghost gave off a distinct aura of menace. It was quite scary, especially for a kid. As I stated in my story about Abe, there were 8 children that lived in that house. The oldest being about 16, the youngest just a baby of about a year old. I was somewhere towards the younger side. We lived in that house for many years.

All of us kids had seen or ‘felt’ the ghosts in the house. The adults did too, but I didn’t learn that until I was much older and we had moved out of the house. Even my dad had to admit there was something in the house besides us. Which was major as my dad didn’t believe in much.

I can only tell this story from my viewpoint. I do know that all of us kids felt or saw this mean ghost. We used to whisper about it on the front porch. It seemed safer to us to whisper then to speak out loud about it. Remembering how I always felt when this ghost was near, maybe that whispering was a good idea.

The first time I ‘felt’ this ghost was shortly after we moved in. I was quite young then, about 5 or 6 I believe. From day one I hated the basement. As you went through the back door there was a small set of stairs leading down to an old wood door that was closed with an eye and hook. The basement went the whole length and width of the house above. There were windows, but they were small and dingy and let in little light, they were set high on each of the four walls. One small window in each wall.  The lights were bare bulbs hanging from cords spaced far apart with a dirty string hanging from each. As you opened the door you had to feel around for that dirty string to pull. That was the first scare. In my young mind I always imagined something grabbing my hand as I searched for that string.

this is similar to what our basement looked like, just
this is similar to what our basement looked like, just darker

In the middle of the basement were the two furnaces (one for our living space and the other for upstairs). The furnaces split the large basement in half. On the right side was ‘our’ half, the left side belonged to the upstairs. So to get to our side where the laundry was done and where we stored extra canned goods, we had to find that first string for the light, then we had to walk about 8 feet to the next string hanging down to light up the next section of basement. For a small child this was so scary! That short walk to that other light seemed to last forever.

When I would go down to the basement, as soon as I opened that door I would be met with those feelings of being watched. I would turn on the light and run to the next light to turn that one on. The back of the basement would still be dark, with darker spots within. There wasn’t much back there, we stored most of our extra stuff in the attic because it was drier. The basement always was damp and smelled like old dirt, even though the walls were brick and the floor was cement. The smell of rank damp dirt was a constant. It smelled like a grave.

pretty close to what the basement stairs looked
pretty close to what the basement stairs looked like

One day my mom sent me downstairs rather late in the afternoon. It was turning dark outside and so the basement was even blacker than usual. I was so scared! Even before I opened that door my heart was racing and I wanted to cry. With a lump in my throat I reached inside and felt for that string to turn the light on. That one bulb hardly made a difference in the inky blackness. I couldn’t make myself run for the other light. Fright had me frozen for a bit. Taking slow steps with my eyes on the darkness, I was hoping to see Abe, for at least he was friendly. This darkness made me feel terrified. There was something there I could feel, a pressure in the air bearing down on me.

I might have been a young child, but I knew that what ever was in that darkness was not good. I reached for that dirty white string, just as I started to pull it, my eyes spotted something move in the back of the basement! I knew it wasn’t Abe because I saw nothing of his tell-tale top hat. Also, with that movement I felt an icy cold breeze that to this day brings goose bumps to my arms. Abe never gave off that icy coldness. This thing, whatever it was brought terror to a young girls soul.

I remember feeling a scream working itself out of my dry throat. It wouldn’t come though. I watched that cold black shadow move from the corner of the basement toward the left side. When I could no longer see it, I became unfrozen and ran to the shelf where I grabbed a can of peas off the shelf (that’s what I was sent to fetch). I quickly turned the light off and ran for the door! Just as I reached the safety of that small doorway I felt that icy breeze once more on the back of my neck. I pulled the last string light off, closed the door and locked it almost all at the same time!

I ran up the steps and flew to the kitchen door! I don’t ever remember being so scared. Not then, not ever since. Though there have been a few times in my life that was a close second, but that day in my childhood still stays with me  like it was yesterday.

That is not my last encounter with that cold dark being. What happens next will have to wait for another post. But soon my pretty’s, soon I will tell you the tale of the dark being and how he terrorized my family. The story is not done yet………

Blogging · Mi Vida Loca · nonfiction · stories · Stories of my life · Uncategorized · writing

My Life With Abe ~ A True Ghost Story

I first saw Abe when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I remember he startled me a bit, but didn’t scare me. Even at that young an age it took a lot to truly scare me. Real people scared me more then the shadows I saw.

My family lived in an old house at the time, built around the turn of the last century. It was two stories, with an attic and a basement. I was going to describe it, but I actually found the house on Google Maps! How awesome is that. I wasn’t sure if it was even still standing. Now you can see the house I grew up in, the one that I first met Abe the ghost, and a few others.


My childhood home
My childhood home


The house actually has two living spaces, upstairs and downstairs. The small sidewalk that goes off to the side heads to the back door. As you opened the back door you could either go down a small flight of stairs to the basement, or up to the kitchen door. Past the kitchen door is another flight of stairs that took you upstairs to the other apartment. Beyond that was a steep set of wood stairs the led to the attic. On this picture you can just make out the attic window through the tree limbs.

When we lived in the house there was no fence around the front, and the two big trees on the side were not there. The bush in the front was, all though it was trimmed down back then. Otherwise it is pretty much as it was then. It looks pretty good for being over 100 years old. I know it’s that old because my sister and I were playing in the attic one day and we found some loose floor boards. We pulled them up and found the floor had been insulated with newspapers (which I understand was quite common back then). The papers were dated 1898.

Anyway, with the sun shining it doesn’t look like a scary house does it? But, it is one of the most haunted houses I have ever lived in and I’ve lived in a few. This is where I first saw Abe. All of us kids were terrified of the basement. It was a scary place. At the time we lived downstairs and another couple lived upstairs and they had four kids, so with us that made eight kids living in that house. Every single one of us were terrified of the basement. We all saw things down there that were hard to explain.

That’s where I first saw the ghost I named Abe. All the kids saw Abe at one time or another and we all described him the same.  All we ever saw was a shadow, tall and lean, with the distinct outline of a stovepipe hat. So, being kids the only person we knew who wore a hat like that was Abe Lincoln, thus Abe was named.

this is very similar to what I see


There were other “things” in the house too. But for today I will stick with Abe. To me he wasn’t really scary. One time when I was in the basement alone, I think I was sent downstairs to get some canned food for my mom, I started talking to Abe. It made things a little less scary for me. I just kept a running dialog going till I could get the hell out of there!

I remember asking him why he stayed down in the basement. Also why he was there in the first place. I asked him if he had died in the house and that’s why he was there. It was question after question the way kids do. I saw his shadow off in the corner of the basement. Nothing distinct. Just a darker spot then the surrounding darkness. The basement was lighted only by bare light bulbs  It seemed no matter how high a wattage my dad put down there the basement was always full of darkness and shadows.

Abe wasn’t the only ‘shadow ghost’ down in the basement. There was another one. That one WAS scary. Even the grown ups got scared by him. Only way I know that is I overheard a conversation between my mom and the lady upstairs about it. They would never admit it in front of us kids though. That was the one I was really scared of. But it seemed with Abe there the other one wasn’t. So believe me when I saw Abe in that basement I wasn’t nearly as scared as when I saw the other thing.

It seems, if my memory is right, after I had that one-sided conversation with Abe that he showed up in the main living quarters for the first time. It was like me having asked him why he stayed in the basement was an invitation for him to move upward. He spooked my sister one night. I mean, woke up screaming spooked her! She said she saw him in our bedroom. I didn’t see him that night, but it wasn’t long afterward that I did see him.

I was a fairly light sleeper all my life. Mostly because of other crap that went on. But, one night I woke up because I kept getting the feeling someone was staring at me. You know that feeling. The one where you feel a bit uneasy, then the back of your neck hairs stand on end? Yeah, I got that feeling. I remember it like it was last night. I opened my eyes and saw Abe standing at the foot of my bed!

Now the way our bedroom was set up, my twin bed faced toward the door. My sister’s bed was on the opposite wall and faced the window. She was sound asleep because I heard her little snores. I stared at the foot of my bed and the shadow that was Abe. I wasn’t scared. Maybe a bit startled, but not scared. I just wondered what he wanted. He never gave off a threatening aura to me, all though some of the other kids said otherwise. Then I remembered Abe just disappeared. One minute he was there, I blinked, and then he was gone. I went back to sleep.

After that it was nothing to see Abe in my room late at night. As I grew older I didn’t see him as much. Too busy with life I think. Then we moved. A new house in a newer neighborhood. By then my sister had married and moved out, my older brother too. My younger brother had moved to Texas with a friend. So during my last two years of high school I was the only one left.

I didn’t give Abe much thought then. Till I saw him in the new house! My parents had gone out and I was there on one of the rare occasions alone. I was reading, nothing new there, but then I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I had a dog, but I knew it wasn’t him because he was sound asleep next to me. I shrugged it off. A few minutes later another movement! This time I knew I wasn’t seeing things because my dog woke up and looked in the same direction.

The dog kept looking and so did I. Suddenly the corner where I was watching grew darker. Then I saw the distinct outline of Abe! To prove Abe was friendly, my dog was wagging his tail! It had been a while since I had seen Abe and was a little surprised he was there. I had always thought that ghosts stayed in one spot. Either Abe wasn’t a normal ghost (if there was even a such a thing) or he was different from a ghost. After that I saw him quite often, but never gave it much thought. He was just a part of my life by then.

I graduated, got a job, and my own place with my best friend. Yes, Abe showed up there too, once or twice. My best friend got sick and I moved back with my parents. They lived in an apartment by then. I don’t remember seeing Abe there. It’s not surprising I guess considering all the hell I was going through with my sick friend. Then my parents moved into another house. My room was up in the attic which had been converted to one big room. I saw Abe a couple of times. Just brief glimpses. I don’t think I even thought anything of it by then.

Then I moved away from home. To another state. Across country. I got married.  My husband never believed about things that went bump in the night. I told him about my encounters with Abe and others before I had met him. He scoffed and said those things didn’t exist. He was one of those big rough and tough Texans. You know the type.  Macho. Nothing scared him kinda  guys.

It took Abe a couple of years that time to catch up to me, but he did. I was home alone again. With my dogs. (see a pattern here?) My husband was out with his girlfriend at the time (of course I didn’t know that then) and I was feeling lonely. I was sitting at the kitchen table with the dogs laying at my feet when all of a sudden one of their balls comes slowly rolling down past us. Kid you not! Now I looked around and counted my animals. Yup, all four of them were there! So, who or what rolled the ball???

I got up and went down the hallway that was off to my left. That’s where the bathroom and bedrooms were. No one was there. I turned on all the lights and didn’t see why the ball would roll on its own, on carpet. Over a throw rug. So I shrugged and went back and sat down. My oldest dog took the ball and went off down the same hallway. I called her back and she came back without the ball. I started petting her when that damn ball came rolling down past us again!

My german shepherd was more inline with the hall way and was looking down the hall wagging her tail. Now I had just checked that no one was down there. So again, what made that ball come rolling down? So I took that ball and instead of putting it in the hallway, I put it in a bedroom. I left the door open, but I wanted to see what would happen. I went and sat back down with the dogs. A few minutes later there it came rolling past us again! Honest to goodness truth folks!


So for the hell of it I called out “Abe!” My dogs looked at me like I was nuts. Shortly after I saw Abe out of the corner of my eye in the living room. I actually felt kind of like I was welcoming an old friend by then. All though I had never known him to play with my dogs before. That was something new.

After that night I saw Abe quite a bit. I joked with him that it took him long enough to find me. Maybe I was all ready a bit nuts by then. So I tell my big bad Texan husband about Abe. He laughs at me. Calls me an idiot and shakes his head. Our marriage had been going down hill fast by that time. I was going into a depression, knew it and didn’t care. I talked to Abe all the time. Well I talked to my dogs too. None of them judged me.

Abe must have decided he didn’t like my husband. He started to play pranks on him. Now Abe had quite a sense of humor. He used to hide my books on me. He never did anything mean. Just hid things now and then. I always found them again. But, like I said he must have disliked the ex. At the end of things he made a believer out of a rough redneck Texan. He would do things like hide one boot. Hide his keys. One time he knocked my ex’s snuff can in his lap. Not the can of new snuff….oh no….the stuff he spit into a coke can. Oh yeah that was epic! Nasty damn habit that it was.

Abe would take my ex’s belt, wallet, keys or anything else and hide them. Now the belt off his pants at night was funny. I mean that Abe has style!

The best thing, the one thing that made a true believer out of my ex, was the one time Abe showed up behind my ex in the bathroom mirror. My rough, redneck, tough cowboy type screamed like a girl! Abe never did that to me even. Cause I mean, that would be scary shit right?

After that episode my soon to be ex begged me to ask Abe to leave him alone! Begged me! Ahhhhh. I know, small of me, but I cherished that begging.

Abe did leave him alone as far as I know. It was shortly after that I went into my dark deep hole for a while. Yeah my depression. Didn’t notice a whole lot those few years. Once I came out of that I left my husband and started a new life.  Went through 5 years of stalking by my ex. 

So, now I’m in Canada. Have a new set of animals (my other ones died of old age before I moved here, all within a year of each other).  And Abe? He showed up a couple of years ago. He plays with my dog Sam sometimes. I see him in the shadows. He’s been around a long time. Like a warm welcoming friend. He does startle some people. He still plays hide the objects now and again.

I like having him around. I win all the arguments.





Blogging · Mi Vida Loca · nonfiction · postaday · stories · Stories of my life · writing

Coming Soon ~~ A True Ghost Story

Hello all! I was going to write my ghost story today, but something came up and I won’t be able to do it today. Hopefully tomorrow.

Yes, it is going to be a ghost story. A true one. His name is Abe and he has been around me for many years. Since I was a child actually.

I know some people do not believe in ghosts, spirits, and other unworldly type things. That is okay. There are many of us that do believe. I do. I have always believed, because I have seen things with my own two eyes and have heard things with my own two ears.

So stay tuned, even if you don’t believe. The least that might happen is you get entertained by a loony. 😉

Till then, stay safe!