Sammie

From the 1st day we moved into the house I knew there was something here already.  You know the feelings.  The hair on your arms or the back of your neck stand up or the energy in the area changes.  Well, that was what it was only I didn't really start to notice until after I started "investigating" on my own.

I found out that weird girl who babysat us that one night, her grandfather was living with them and he had been a little boy who watered the Army's horses while they occupied the neighborhood way back when.  He told the stories of the parties and the negotiations with the native americans who lived here.  Some not so happy to be moved across the river and I started putting 2 and 2 together so to speak.

As a kid I was the only girl in the neighborhood so I hung out with the boys and did boy things, like digging up things in the canyon across the street.  One day we found all kinds of old bottles, some still half full.  We found arrow heads, stone tools, an old pistol.  All kinds of cool stuff and we went right to the old guy to get the story.

I had on occasion heard a little girl just chattering away.  Could never really make out what she was saying, even if I strained to hear.  Everytime she would chatter I started noticing the energy in the bedroom changed.  For years she was only in the bedroom, in the far corner.  She would move my stuffed animals on the bed.  Chatter in the middle of the night.  I never knew her name, until 2 years ago when while watching Ghost Hunters I saw how to get her to talk and hopefully get her on tape. 

I used an old fashioned tape recorder because that's all I had, but I finally heard her voice.  Loud and clear when I asked her name......"Sammie".  I asked why she was here and, "Because mommy told me to stay here".  There were a few other voices, a male who answered like a military man when asked if there was anyone else in the house.  There where a few grunts and growls as well and now I can kick myself because I wasn't the only one who heard it and I stupidly mailed the tape to TAPs and have never heard anything back from them.

So, now I continue to try to capture her and the others again.  A few months ago I captured video and there was a voice that said "Red", which I think it was referring to my red car.  Maybe standing in the driveway right next to me?  I'm learning as I go, with a little video camera, digital recorder, stones, and other things I've learned along the way.  I'm not out so much to prove they are here, I know they are. I'm more trying to find out why and maybe offer some help along the way, the native american "guard" who supposedly sits in the back yard is a whole other story.