Hello,
My name is Tracey and I live in South Central Pennsylvania. To make a long story as short as possible ... I live in a very historical town. Lots of Civil war history and that kind of stuff. I recently started renovating my 100 year old home. Things have been happening ever since. I won't go into much detail right now ... but here are a couple of pics I took when things were going on ...
I have lived in my home for about 10 years. There has been activity in my home from the very start. Yes, It has increased and the nature of the events have changed since I began renovating. The first experience I had was just a few weeks after moving in. It was August 1993. I was in the process of turning one of the bedrooms into a nursery (as I was 6 months pregnant). I had just sat down after a long day of repairing the plaster walls of the room, when I started to smell smoke. At first I figured it was coming from the fire place (the heat of the day warming the brick chimney and "releasing" the smell). But it kept getting stronger and stronger. To the point I started coughing. I became nervous the wiring in the old place had started a fire.(I should mention, there was no visible smoke.) I left the bedroom to look for the source of the smell ... it wasn't present anywhere else in the house. I returned to the bedroom to see if I could still smell smoke ... nothing. At the time I wrote the whole thing off to exhaustion and the chimney theory I mentioned before. That was, of course, until a few months later! My baby now about 3 months old. I put him down for his afternoon nap and retired to my room down the hall. About a half hour later, I heard crying coming from the room. It wasn't a cry I had ever heard come out of my son before. Convinced my son had somehow fallen out of his crib, I ran down the hall and opened the door. As soon as I did, the crying stopped, and my son was still sound asleep! Again, I wrote the whole thing off to a "lucid" dream, as I was just falling asleep. (This is where the whole LONG story comes together.) I now have a daughter who calls that room hers. She is 6. About a year ago, she started telling me about her friend who shares her room. "He's a little boy and he cries for his dad all the time" she told me. Hummmm! I decided it was time to research the history of this house. As it turns out, there was a farm here originally. The farm house burned down ... with the family still inside.
Mom, Dad and 3 young boys died in the fire. My house was built where the original farm house stood a few years later (1903). A husband and wife built the house and remained here until they passed away in 1968. The son of the couple moved in and lived here until 1986, when his son moved back in and took care of him until he passed away later that year. We bought the house from him in 1993.
Since I started renovating, the benevolent nature of the happenings has changed. At the time I took the pics I sent, things were falling off the shelves in the pantry, which is directly under and to the left of the cabinet in the pic. Doors have been slamming on there own, sealed paint cans are found open and spilled, and things have been getting knocked around. Also, my dogs go nuts from time to time ... either barking madly or staring intently at nothing. I have attached three pictures I took of my dogs "staring." They were taken in succession. In the first pic, look at the lower left corner near my leg. There is a slight "mist." In the next pic, the "mist" stretches over my leg and across my dog. In the next pic, it's gone.
Sorry this is so long! There is plenty more to talk about ... and more pictures too! Hopefully now that you have the background, my E-mails won't be a mile long!
Thanks again!
Peace, Tracey
