Victorian House Ghost
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My husband and I moved to a small town in Missouri in
August of 1999. We found an awesome, 150 yr old Victorian home to
rent for our family. We knew there was something different about the home
and were drawn to it instantly.
Shortly after moving in I knew we weren't living there
alone. While my family was out I made a deal with whatever was staying
with us that, if it would let us live in peace, we would extend the
same.
My husband always stayed up late and he would be hit
with the overwhelming odor of a room full of roses. He would then look
over at the couch and would see an imprint as if someone were sitting on
it. After a short time the cushion would rise like someone was raising up
from it.
My husband and I decided early on that we would not mention this
to our girls, the last thing we wanted was for them to be afraid of their
home.
One afternoon my husband was upstairs and was drawn back to our oldest girls room. As he passed he saw what he believed to be our daughter sitting on her bed. It was a school day, so of course he wanted to get to the bottom of why she was home. When he walked in, the girl was no longer there. Being on the second floor, her door was the only way in or out.
The girls were out with friends, so we were the only two at
home. Not wanting to say anything I started sewing again, after a couple of
minutes, I turned to my husband who was still staring at the staircase. We
knew instantly what the other had seen and verified it with each
other.
We had still not said anything to the girls. One night our
youngest starting telling us about a young girl who would sit at the end of her
bed at night. It broke my heart knowing my daughter was hiding under her
covers with fear. She told us that the girl had never hurt her but had
told her that she had died in that room. After we talked with her, she was
no longer afraid; this entity had never hurt us and seemed to be there to
watch over our family.
One of the things that attracted us to the
home was that the old original slave house was still out back and the old
carriage house was still standing. We loved that house, but unfortunately
we could no longer afford the gas and electric bills that came with it. It
has become a sandwich shop, and I stopped by to speak to the new owners.
They have had experiences with this young girl that we had called Sarah; but as
with us, no harm has come to anyone.
- Douglas and Debora H.,
Missouri