The House Itself...

I thought I'd take a minute and talk about the house itself. 

When my dad bought the house in California I thought it was a strange house from the moment we pulled up out front.  It looked unassuming enough.  Like I said before there was a work group tearing down the garage when we pulled up.  It was a small yellow house with white trim.

It needed work for sure but with the elbow grease and money it turned into a little gem baring the spirits.  I came to find over the years that this house was far more than a little 2 bedroom in a tiny town in San Diego, Ca.

When I started researching the house while in 9th grade I found it was well over 100 years old.  It was the carriage house for an elderly man who once owned the entire block which the house sits at the top of the hill and would have looked over the river and canyon that was once across the street.

Over time the elderly man passed {yet he is still here}  Told by the psychic who came in, he does NOT like us on his property, freakin' duh, that wasn't exactly news LOL

The house and block was sold off by the county and only one side of the block was built on.  Now, Almost everyone who has lived on the block had had some sort of activity and ALL had refused to enter our house.

The story goes......

After this house was turned into a house from the carriage house it was sold only 3 times in the last 100 years yet we are the only family to have stayed over 5 years in the home.  The first was to a "strange man" as the early neighbors described him.  They told a story of a dark haired guy who mainly kept to himself, never talked to anyone in the hood and just vanished one night.

They told of strange lights, noises, a group of men would meet here, what sounded like chanting coming from the house when he lived here.   That resident vanished according to neighbors, some men came to collect his stuff.  I later found through my research for a school project that the house had been remodeled by that first man, laid out like a masonic temple would have been.  A main front entrance a door that opens to the east and a door that opens to the west.  Just another strange thing about the house?

The house was re-sold and put up as a rental, from the older neighebors, the people would move out as soon as they moved in.  One family stayed about 4 years.  The man who owned the house decided to sell it because he couldn't keep it rented and walks in dad.....

Now, Dad doesn't believe in ghosts and he was rarely home once he installed us into the home.  Mom and Dad found the house was built on limestone {we all know what that means}.  They tried to get a basement dug and couldn't.   

After everything that had happened over the years of being the only family to ever stay more than 5 years the weirdest thing happened and little did I know it was gonna turn out to be my day of validation.  Two years ago New Year's day the mom of the last family before us to have lived in the house showed up, standing at the edge of the driveway loking at the house.  I came our from doing my laundry and she and her son scared the bejeezus out of me...the blank look on thier faces.

After mom invited them in they remained uncomfortable and wouldn't sit down.  The mom talked about painting, her husband and sons working on cars in the garage.  Just for fun I threw out that I had grown up hearing noises and stuff and boy did he start talking.  He even talked about the little girl but admitted he never knew her name.  I tried to get him to talk about the demon, he wouldn't go there but he did say he had become a minister in his effort to help those effected by the same.

The spirits did not like him at all and one was even standing in the hall the whole time asking my mom and I to tell him to leave......not sure if it was because he was a minister or because they just didn't like thier energy....but from that day I knew I was not crazy, I had not grown up imagining the things that have happened in this house and I continue the investigate the paranormal.  Sure it's on my own but that's mainly because I work full time and I tend to use technology as a back up to my feelings and what my body tells me.

I have earned every touch, hit, bite, even the scar from the scratch on my arm.  I have earned every word they say to me and demon or not I sometimes feel honored they can communicate with me, I know there are people who would call me crazy, but I refuse to run/hide I know they are here and everyone {even spirits} have something to say.