Chapter 48 : Bought My First House And Found Out It Was Haunted

I bought my first house in 2003, and was over the moon. Shortly after moving in, two of my neighbors began joking with me about the ghost in my house.

Well, I thought they were joking so I just played along pretending I had seen one and it was no big deal. Well, as time went on that summer, I met more and more of my neighbors and they all brought up the same topic.

Finally an elderly woman on the block who was quite kind and friendly told me story after I'd asked her. I knew she wasn't going to screw with my head which is why I asked in the first place. Turned out the previous owner purchased the home and never lived there because she said it was haunted.

Sounds in the night of foot steps and sobbing, and glimpses of a man sitting in the kitchen covered in blood. One of my neighbors helped with the renovations of the house and said that he was putting up dry wall when he felt something lift up his dread locks.

Though I've had paranormal experiences before, it had been years, and by then I just chalked it up to night terrors. One day I went to a small neighborhood video store to rent a movie. I had to fill out a form with my demographic data, and then my credit card info. the owner of the store looked at the form and said, "Oh my God, you live in that house!!" I asked her what she meant and she explained that her former employee had committed suicide in my house.

She came to the house as soon as she'd heard but the house had been taped off my police as a potential crime scene. She told me that he had just moved into the house with his partner and called his mom because he wanted to invite her over to meet his partner and come out to her.

This was in the early 90's when being gay was a big deal. His mother already knew he was gay, because he bought a house with a man and disowned him right over the phone.

that same week he received a letter from an HIV testing center stating he had tested positive for HIV. This is when HIV was a death sentence. He then sat at the kitchen table, ate a bowl of cereal, and shot himself in the head with a revolver. Since then, she has had multiple paranormal experiences in the store, with videos flying off shelves and even levitating off shelves.

The most I have experienced is sounds at night, sounds of cheerios being poured into a bowl ( I dont eat cereal), and sounds of sobbing in the kitchen, I often awaken to both. I remember my grandmother saying, "when the dead come to you, they want something, perform an act of charity in their name and pray for them." So I did, i sat down at the kitchen table one night, and lit a candle and told him that each night I would recite a novena prayer for him before a lit candle. On the ninth night of the first novena to St. Anthony ( patron saint of lost souls) I heard uncontrollable sobbing, I felt a strong presence of grief and despair,and the sound of hyperventilating breathing, as though someone could not catch their breath.

I sat in the presence of this knowing it was not malignant, but rather a connection of intimacy and compassion of which he was in need..For forty five days I said a novena prayer before a lit candle for his soul, and had a mass said in his name.

A few times I had awakened to feel his presence standing over my bed, but knew it was not a malignant presence. This still happens from time to time, but less and less frequently.