Ghost story: Objects moving on their own part 2

Read part 1 here: http://writersebook.blogspot.com/2010/08/ghost-story-objects-moving-on-their-own.html

When I was 8 and 9 in the mid 1980's we lived in a haunted house. It was at 42 Seaside Avenue, Westbrook, CT. We all had crazy experiences there from hearing noises to seeing things move on their own. We even got a couple pictures. Parts of the house were built around 1830 and the rest had been added on in the 20th century some time. The older parts of the house was where most things happened. Not all, but most of them. Our bedrooms, unfortunately were all in the old part of the house.


The second time I saw objects move was actually a lot more interesting than the first. My mother was in her room and she called me and my brother Todd into the room saying, "you gotta see this!" She had this big dark dresser with a mirror on it and a big top with a raised bar in the middle. She had all these bottles of perfume lined up on it. She took a bottle and put it on the dresser top and it slid across the top and onto the floor. She picked it up and put it in a different place on the dresser, and the same thing happened. She kept doing this and no matter where she put it, the bottle would move itself off the dresser top. But she could put any other bottle of perfume in the same spots, and it wouldn't move. Only that bottle moved, and in every spot. Yet no other bottle moved no matter where she put it. And yes, the dresser was perfectly level and the bottom of the bottle was perfectly flat. Nothing had ever slid off the dresser before and never did again. It had to travel a couple feet on this level surface to get to the edge. This kept happening and she finally had to put the bottle against the raised bar to stop it from sliding off. After that day, that bottle never moved again.

At this point, I need to back up a little bit. When I was 3, we had lived in a house on Breakneck Hill Rd in Westbrook that we loved but because of financial problems, my parents had to give it up. We always called it "the Big House" because it was a big house with a big yard. Now six years later, the house was up for rent again and my parents were trying to get it. On the day of the perfume bottle incident, my mother had been sitting on her bed thinking about how badly she wanted to move back into that house and thinking, "God I hope we get it." That was when the perfume bottle first started to move. 


The name of the perfume was "Occur." Not long after that, it did in fact occur. We were able to move back into the Big House and we lived there for 15 years until we were again forced to move. I grew up in that house and it was the best place to grow up you could hope for. Someday when I'm rich I hope to buy it back.

Ghost story: Objects Moving on Their Own Part 1

This will be the first of a few posts about the experiences I’ve had with the other side. I have always kept these stories to myself because people would think I’m crazy. Now I don’t give a shit anymore. If there’s one person among all my Twitter and Facebook friends who believes in it and can relate to my experiences and it gets us talking about it, then it’s worth it. If you don’t believe in it, that’s your own problem and when it happens to you some day, you’re going to feel like an ass for doubting it. Besides nowadays, most people believe in it and half the people out there have had some kind of experience themselves. 

When I was 8 and 9 in the mid 1980's we lived in a haunted house. It was at 42 Seaside Avenue, Westbrook, CT. We all had crazy experiences there from hearing noises to seeing things move on their own. We even got a couple pictures. I’ll start with a story that’s the hardest to explain away and actually the least scary thing that happened to me there. 

Parts of the house were built around 1830 and the rest had been added on in the 20th century some time. The older parts of the house was where most things happened. Not all, but most of them. Our bedrooms, unfortunately were all in the old part of the house. I was always scared to be in that part by myself so I kept my bedroom door open as far as it could go. There was no perpendicular wall like there usually is in a bedroom so the door would swing all they way around parallel to the door frame. The door actually rested up against the wall next to the door frame so to close, it had to swing a complete 180 degrees around. This gave me some small comfort. 

One night my mother and I were sitting on my bed talking. I had the door all the way open as I always did, up against the wall. The window was closed. We started hearing people whispering in the room with us and stopped talking. The door then slowly swung around by itself. We watched it swing all the way around and close. The doorknob turned when the door closed, as if someone was trying to do it quietly. When the door was closed, the knob turned back and then it locked from inside the room. We saw the lock turn on the knob by itself right in front of us.
My mother got up and went out of the room to see if either of my brothers were out there, even though there’s no way they could have turned invisible to close the door and turn the knob and lock it from inside the room. They were all out in another part of the house nowhere near us.