October 20, 2020
I’m sending you over to the Appalachian History site for today’s post.
Dave Tabler, who does a great job running Appalachian History, asked me to write a guest post for his October series.
Don’t worry, my post isn’t too scary. But while you’re there you can check out all the other spooky entries 🙂
Go here to read my post.
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Tipper, twice in my 85 years I have had a similar reaction — once to a house in Oregon and once to a house in New Mexico. It was a much stronger reaction than merely creepy — it was a deep fear of something truly evil. Both times, I hightailed it just like you and your family did at the yard sale.
This place gives me the creeps! I wonder who died here. And how did they die? Accident, murder, suicide? Do they know they are dead? Are they as scared of me as I am of them? If I run will they follow? Or should I stand, frozen in place, hoping to go unnoticed until they go away? Can they hear my heartbeat? My breathing? Oh, I hope they go away! I hope…………
Me not being a crowd mixer I’ve spent many hours in the solitude of the woods. I’ve sensed when animals were close to me that I couldn’t see or hear. I think many hunters would tell you the same thing. I’ve told this before about hanging a deer stand on a lonesome ridge with no houses or roads anywhere close. As I looked for the right tree to hang my stand. I could feel something watching me but didn’t know what it was. I felt very uneasy and was constantly looking for whatever it was. Finally got my stand hung and sat in it for several minutes looking for human or animal. I climbed down from the tree and didn’t make it back for a day or two and my deer stand had been stolen.
My fsmily always gets the Heebie Jeebies. I have also been in places like that old house, sometimes I can’t even get in t
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I don’t know about any ‘spirit of place’ but each of us has our own spirit. And there is a gift called discerning of spirits that some people have. They can “feel” evil and danger from it. I expect when it is bad enough even non-discerning people can recognize it. But it isn’t just about the bad. It works to discern the good to.
A group of girls from The Louisville Ghost Hunters showed up at my house several years ago hoping to try out some new audio equipment. Every single one of them got the heebie-jeebies just sitting in my kitchen. I worked with one of the girls who told me later that she got the willies because the age of the house. Maybe that is what scared the yard sale shoppers.
I enjoyed the read! Did you ever find out why that old house was so creepy? Have you ever heard of the shadow man foretelling of death? It actually has happened to me. I’ve also been in houses I could sense falling down stairs to ones demise. It’s not as uncommon as one would think actually (to fall down stairs usually leading to the basement.)
Margie-I never found out why the house was creepy and I’m sorta glad I didn’t 🙂 I’ve never heard of the shadow man!
Scary story Tip, I’ve learned to pay attention when I get the hebbie jeebies!
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