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My experiences were when I was 13-16 years of age while living in Williamsville,
NY. The house belonged to the Buffalo Country Club and my father was the
Club Manager and the clubs usually provided the managers with a home to live
in. The house dated back to the early 1860's. We were not there long before
things started to happen. We had a poodle who always could feel them before
we could. She would growl and run like crazy back down stairs. My brother told
me of the times when he would hear my door open and I would say "no I don't
want to get up" and then my door closing again and seeing something walk
down the hall. I do not remember that at all. There were at least 6-8 ghosts in
this house. Most were docile but one was large and dark. I'm assuming it was a
"HE" you know how you just get the impression. Well, he use to pull your hair,
sit on your chest make you feel like you couldn't breathe very well. This one
night we were playing around seeing if we could get them to come out and we
were walking down the hall with a candle with a glass globe and the glass globe
exploded. We first thought it was due to the heat of the candle but it would have
just cracked not exploded. We were lucky not to get cut. We ran into the last
room at the end of the house and the furniture had been changed around to
resemble a class room. We pulled on the furniture to put it back but we couldn't
get the desk and chairs to move for about 2 minutes. The longest 2 minutes of
my life it seemed and all of a sudden the furniture was loose and we could put it
back. Most of the activity in this house was upstairs and during the early
morning hours 2am to 6am. My brother had twin beds in his room with a foot
board that looked like a fence well one night the dark one I'll call him was making
the sound like someone taking a stick and running it back and forth on the
bottom of the bed. It went on for at least a half an hour and finally stopped. After
my brother got married and he moved out, I could not sleep upstairs alone
anymore, and I slept in the Den downstairs on the couch and all night they
would walk upstairs especially in the room over the Den. We left after a few
years and the stories continued about the house with the next family who moved
in. They went so far as to get professionals in to investigate and what was told
to me was that there had been a lot of suffering and pain in the house especially
in the basement area under where my brothers room was. The house was said
to have been part of the underground railroad and I can just imagine the slaves
who came through the house who may have died there as well trying to reach
freedom in Canada. That is the only thing I can think of because only once in
the whole time we were there that we heard someone talk and it was in Southern
Dialect and it was about a war. I have never lived anywhere else that I felt was
haunted. My parents never said that they experienced anything in this house till
a few years ago. My Mom & Dad use to sleep upstairs when we first moved in
promptly moved downstairs. Mom finally admitted she just felt funny up there
and that doors use to open and close by themselves with a bang; and once she
even bumped into something in the middle of the hall and nothing was there. I
did not realize at the time but there were quite a few nights I was woken up by
the police in town with flash lights because my dad had called the police telling
them he heard someone walking around upstairs.
My experiences were when I was 13-16 years of age while living in Williamsville,
NY. The house belonged to the Buffalo Country Club and my father was the
Club Manager and the clubs usually provided the managers with a home to live
in. The house dated back to the early 1860's. We were not there long before
things started to happen. We had a poodle who always could feel them before
we could. She would growl and run like crazy back down stairs. My brother told
me of the times when he would hear my door open and I would say "no I don't
want to get up" and then my door closing again and seeing something walk
down the hall. I do not remember that at all. There were at least 6-8 ghosts in
this house. Most were docile but one was large and dark. I'm assuming it was a
"HE" you know how you just get the impression. Well, he use to pull your hair,
sit on your chest make you feel like you couldn't breathe very well. This one
night we were playing around seeing if we could get them to come out and we
were walking down the hall with a candle with a glass globe and the glass globe
exploded. We first thought it was due to the heat of the candle but it would have
just cracked not exploded. We were lucky not to get cut. We ran into the last
room at the end of the house and the furniture had been changed around to
resemble a class room. We pulled on the furniture to put it back but we couldn't
get the desk and chairs to move for about 2 minutes. The longest 2 minutes of
my life it seemed and all of a sudden the furniture was loose and we could put it
back. Most of the activity in this house was upstairs and during the early
morning hours 2am to 6am. My brother had twin beds in his room with a foot
board that looked like a fence well one night the dark one I'll call him was making
the sound like someone taking a stick and running it back and forth on the
bottom of the bed. It went on for at least a half an hour and finally stopped. After
my brother got married and he moved out, I could not sleep upstairs alone
anymore, and I slept in the Den downstairs on the couch and all night they
would walk upstairs especially in the room over the Den. We left after a few
years and the stories continued about the house with the next family who moved
in. They went so far as to get professionals in to investigate and what was told
to me was that there had been a lot of suffering and pain in the house especially
in the basement area under where my brothers room was. The house was said
to have been part of the underground railroad and I can just imagine the slaves
who came through the house who may have died there as well trying to reach
freedom in Canada. That is the only thing I can think of because only once in
the whole time we were there that we heard someone talk and it was in Southern
Dialect and it was about a war. I have never lived anywhere else that I felt was
haunted. My parents never said that they experienced anything in this house till
a few years ago. My Mom & Dad use to sleep upstairs when we first moved in
promptly moved downstairs. Mom finally admitted she just felt funny up there
and that doors use to open and close by themselves with a bang; and once she
even bumped into something in the middle of the hall and nothing was there. I
did not realize at the time but there were quite a few nights I was woken up by
the police in town with flash lights because my dad had called the police telling
them he heard someone walking around upstairs.
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