Thanks to Stacia from Pennsylvania for sharing this story with me!
Stacia comes from a psychically gifted family. They always knew that the house next door was haunted. Former occupants had suffered from drug abuse and suicide, among other trials. After it was abandoned, Stacia and her family would sit on their front porch and listen to the echo of the doors banging opened and closed throughout the empty house. Their dogs refused to go anywhere near it and growling could be heard coming from inside the house. Despite these occurrences, Stacia’s family bought the place so that they could knock it down and extend their property.
After the house had been stripped, Stacia and her three siblings went into the front room to see if they could make contact with whomever was in the house. Standing shoulder to shoulder, they took each other’s hands. Almost immediately, the closet doors started repeatedly slamming open and shut. It was then that they knew that they weren’t dealing with a trapped or sad ghost, but some sort of dark presence. They quickly exited the house.
Sometime later, Stacia returned with one of her sisters. They brought along a cat ball toy that had a little bell inside of it to see if they could get the spirit to interact with them. Stacia took the ball and threw it at the top of the stairs. The laws of physics should have caused it to fall down and roll around. Instead, the ball looked as if it was caught in mid-air by something unseen and then it dropped straight down to the ground without any movement at all. Realizing that they must have found the entity’s location, they went upstairs to investigate. Once again, the upstairs closet door began rapidly opening and closing of its own volition. Stacia and her sister ran out of the house.
Stacia was in the house one more time before it was torn down. She and her sister went down into the basement to start the demolition. Lying on the floor was an old Maxwell House coffee can that had been cut out on both ends so that you could actually see through it. Picking up a hammer, they started taking down a wall when a cat-like shriek sounded from their right hand side, followed by punching and banging to their left. Whipping around, they saw the coffee can rolling along the floor by itself, as if it was being pushed by an invisible hand.
After the house was taken down, Stacia and her family had the ground blessed in an attempt to calm any remaining restless spirits. Whatever was in the house has apparently moved into the tree that still stands on the former house’s site. Sometimes at night, if Stacia goes too close to the tree, it will come out and chase her back to her house. Stacia told me this story while standing by what she calls “the damn tree.”
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