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Thursday, October 4, 2018

A Haunting in Southeastern Massachusetts by L.D. Rose - Guest Post & Giveaway



About L.D. Rose


L.D. Rose is a neurotic physician by day, crazed writer by night, and all around wannabe superhero. She writes award-winning dark paranormal fiction and she’s a PAN member of the RWA and FF&P. She currently lives in Rhode Island with her studly hubby, her hyperactive Boxer, and her two devious cats.

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A Haunting in Southeastern Massachusetts 
Guest post by L.D. Rose

Hi there! First off, I want to thank Anniek and Suze for having me on WITH LOVE FOR BOOKS! I’m honored to be a guest here today.

I have an interesting story to share with you all—I grew up in a haunted house as a child.

And I thought it was completely normal.

My family moved into a little cape in southeastern Massachusetts (in the same city where the infamous Lizzie Borden hacked her parents to death) when I was around five years old. They were quite excited to finally have their own home after immigrating from the Azores, Portugal and apartment hopping since I’d been born. The house wasn’t in the greatest condition, but my dad planned to renovate both the interior and the exterior over the next few years.

Too bad he couldn’t get rid of the ghosts!

Let me get one thing out in the open first: I’m not super sensitive to the paranormal (certainly not like my sister, who experienced far more in this house than I did). Since my family moved out this house when I was in high school, I’ve literally never experienced another supernatural occurrence. The ghostly presences in this house were so strong even others sensed it. I do think there’s a gradation when it comes to these things, but I’m no expert, so that’s that.

It all started with the persistent pacing. I didn’t notice it at first, since my sister and I were kids running around making noise all day, but it was most obvious at night—someone kept walking up and down the stairs. The house was over a hundred years old, and yes it was creaky and constantly settling, but these sounds were just a little too rhythmic. If I was downstairs, I could hear people walking around upstairs when no one was up there. It was constant, back and forth, then it would stop for a period of time. My mom kept pawning it off as an old house, but I wasn’t convinced.

Also, the entire upper level of the house was always cold, especially the upstairs bathroom, no matter the time of year. One of my cousins (also only a child at the time) would completely flip out if he was left alone upstairs, screaming about the evil up there. Even though I didn’t think my ghosts were evil, I knew they were real, even if I poked fun at him a little.

My sister and I would often hear voices at night. We both shared the same room and there were nights where someone would whisper right along with us. Both of us would shut up immediately, holding our breaths and listening hard. The voices weren’t loud at all, barely audible really, and usually in different languages we couldn’t understand. One night, we heard a baby persistently crying. It terrified my sister so much, she dragged my mom into the room, and yes, even my mother heard it. She checked all the windows, and even though it was the middle of winter, she told us it came from a neighbor’s house down the street. Bullshit! But she looked entirely unsettled before she went back to bed.

Our ghostly residents liked to play tricks on us too. Again, this all happened on the upper floor, where the blinds randomly dropped with a terrifying crack. This happened constantly. My mom kept saying it was because the blinds were old, but c’mon, really?! I think not. I used to sit at my computer, listening to a cassette tape on the radio, when suddenly it would shut off. I would hit play again and literally stare at it, waiting. Right before my eyes, the “stop” button was pushed, as if by an invisible hand. I guess my spectral roommates didn’t care for the music!

What else? My father (a believer) later told me he once heard a tremendous crash downstairs one night, as if someone had knocked over the hutch filled with glasses and porcelain dishes. Terrified, he went downstairs to investigate, thinking someone had broken into the house. To his relief, he found nothing—everything was in its place and all was silent. He was positive he hadn’t imagined it and it still stumps him until this day.

And last but certainly not least, when I was ten we adopted an adorable German Shepard named Legend. She was sweet, playful, and loved to run around the house, like any happy dog. However she often leapt over the front gate (a standard chain-linked fence) and would do so if riled up enough. She lived five glorious years before she one day leapt over that fence, chasing a motorcycle, and ended up struck by a car.

I was fifteen at the time and devastated. My dad was even moreso, because he loved Legend very much. There were a few days of silence after her death but then we started to hear it.

Her running.

It would always happen randomly at sundown. We’d be sitting downstairs in the basement, watching TV or playing video games, when a loud gallop would suddenly resonate all around the house from outside. The noise was thunderous in the basement, and it sounded just like Legend running circles around the perimeter, the way she used to when she was alive and well. This went on for weeks. My dad was stunned a little scared, but soon it stopped. Oddly enough, my mom never experienced it.

My sister also had an incident with ghostly Legend, where she was folding laundry upstairs (where else?) and heard something four-legged racing at her. When she looked up, something pushed her, like a dog’s front paws and she fell back. Of course, there was nothing there, but she ran to me terrified and in tears. At first, I didn’t believe her—none of us had ever been physically touched by anything ghostly in the house. But her tears quickly convinced me otherwise—why would she lie about something like that anyway?

So that’s a quick overview of my haunted house experience (although looking back at this post, maybe not so quick, ha!). My sister later saw a psychic medium who told her a young boy of about eight and an elderly woman were our ghostly residents. The elderly woman died in the upstairs bathroom (of course, where else?) but she wasn’t quite sure about the young boy. The medium believed the pacing and the cold patches were thanks to grandma and the blinds/radio stints were thanks to the little boy. My sister said the medium knew all about it, which is a curiosity in itself, but hell, I could believe that.

Why not? After living in this house, anything seems possible!

Giveaway

One very lucky reader of With Love for Books will receive a digital copy of one of L.D. Rose's books (winner's choice). 

The winner will be notified by email and has 3 days to respond. All of our giveaways are international.

15 comments:

  1. Great guest post. I couldn't have lived in a haunted house.

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    1. You don't even notice once you get used to it. ;) Thanks for stopping by! <3

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  2. We moved house a year ago and since we moved in here I have experienced a loud whispering in my ear several times. I cannot make out the words but I feel it's an elderly man and he seems kind. We have also had doors that were shut tight being found open and our cats like to sit in a corner of the lounge, look up at the ceiling and yowl. We call him Harry.

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    1. Sounds like you have a friendly spirit, Judy! It's not so bad, right? ;) Thanks for stopping by!

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  3. What a experience, thanks for sharing.

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  4. sounds amazing! Would love to spend a night in a haunted house, just to prove it's not as scary as people try to make me believe!!

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    1. It really isn't. ;) At least mine wasn't! Thanks for stopping by! <3

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  5. Wow. What a story about your house as a child!
    jan

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    1. It's definitely unforgettable. ;) Thanks for stopping by! <3

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  6. Wow great guest post! Thanks for sharing.

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  7. We live in a haunted house. One night "it" got into bed with me and I wasn't, and hadn't been, sleep. But things like seeing a black dog in the house, we've had 2 black dogs but not until after one appeared in the house. I thought our dog had come into the kitchen and spoke to her, she was upstairs on my bed and wouldn't have had the time to get upstairs. Also my great-nephew, who we've never discussed any of this in front him being just 3, came down from the toilet and said "You can tell the lady at the top of the stair I aren't scared of her because she's not real".

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    1. Wow, Tracy! Have they been pretty peaceful, though?

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  8. lived in a few haunted house my self. if I won would have so much trouble trying to chose witch book I wanted.

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