The Presence

Thanks to Regina for this story!  To read Regina’s first story, please see A Medium’s Rite of Passage.

Most of the houses in Regina’s neighborhood in North Philadelphia were built during the early 19th century.  It was rumored that some had been constructed over an old cemetery, so there was no surprise that the town had a reputation for hauntings.  Regina was about eight when she started noticing strange things happening in her house.

The previous owner of Regina’s home was an alcoholic who died while living in the house.  Sometimes, Regina would see a male apparition.  One day, Regina came home and saw a man sleeping on the couch.  At first glance, she thought the man was her father.  Then she watched as the figure got up, walked through the closed door, and down the block before fading away.

The dining room was also known for strange activity.  Sometimes in the middle of the night, disembodied voices could be heard among the tinkling of the chandelier as it swayed back and forth.  The floor had a mysterious stain that couldn’t be removed.  Regina’s parents constantly tried to cover the dark mark, but it always managed to come through whatever carpet that they laid over it.

The eeriness permeated the rest of the house’s atmosphere, but only Regina and her sisters seemed to notice.  As a young child, Regina was afraid of going upstairs by herself, especially at night.  There were two chips in the paint that looked like gaping eye sockets.  Even with her back turned, she felt like they were watching her.

Her parents’ closet door would open on its own.  Outside their bedroom was a perpetual cold spot about five feet in diameter.  It didn’t matter what time of the year it was, the iciness was always there and light always left the hallway in shadow.

One Easter, there was a terrible fire next door that caused extensive smoke damage.  Regina’s family decided to move a few months later.  A suffocating, almost violent feeling hung in the air as they packed up their belongings.  Regina’s father went to drop some things off at the new house.  On his return trip, Regina decided to go with him.  Her mother, Rachel, and brother, Janiero, stayed behind.

After Regina left, the temperature in the house continued to drop until it was so cold that her mother and brother’s teeth were chattering.  Janiero had to use the bathroom.  They heard a creaking noise coming from upstairs.  Looking up, mother and son watched as Regina’s bedroom door slowly closed on its own.

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Red Eyes

Thanks to Tami from Washington State for this story!

Tami and her family moved into their first home off a military base in June 2010.  Built on a man-made island in the 1980s, the house was a three-story structure with three bedrooms and a two and a half bath.  One of the walls in the living room was made of two sliding glass doors that reflected the lagoon that was located behind the building.

Strange things started happening soon after they settled in.  Tami’s then two-year old son, Timmy, started talking to and playing with ghost children that showed up in his bedroom.  Then he told his mother about an entity whom he called “Red.”  Timmy was terrified of whatever it was.  Tami noticed strange scratches appearing on her son’s body in areas that he couldn’t have possibly reached on his own.

Distressed, she called her friend, Destiny, to come over and do a cleansing.  Tami filled her in on the frightening things that were occurring in the house.  Objects got moved around.  Oppressive energy lurked in the darkest corners, making one feel on edge, as if something was going to jump out at you.  While she was there, Destiny mentioned that she glimpsed a pair of red eyes reflected in the mirrors that overlooked the lagoon.  Tami figured that this must have been what was scaring her son.  The house was completely surrounded by water, but instead of being cozy, there was often this unnerving feeling of being watched.

Unfortunately, the cleansing didn’t completely banish the negative entity.  It came back after a few weeks, only now it was much worse than before.  Tami felt helpless in keeping the thing away from her son.  For some reason, the malevolent spirit’s presence seemed to grow stronger whenever her husband was away serving overseas.  Maybe it was afraid of him.  Tami describes her husband as a no-nonsense sailor.  He was probably oblivious of it and that fearlessness helped keep it at bay.

Tami called her landlady to try to find out more about the house, but the woman didn’t offer any helpful information.  Either she really didn’t know anything or she was being evasive.  Tami wondered if the building of the man-made island had disturbed the spirit.  Perhaps the trees and the shrubs had been transplanted from sacred ground.  Whatever it was, Tami never found out.  They lived there for a year and half before they were finally able to move again.  Everyone was glad to leave the house and the angry ghost behind.

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