One dark and early morning of late, when the fog horns signaled low in the distance and the view of shrouded Victorian rooftops outside my kitchen window seemed particularly haunting, the ghost again made its presence known. This may sound like the opening to a short story but it is another installment in the real life saga of The Haunted Nursery. I was preparing something very pure and pureed for the Baby Ventura, who was gleefully playing in his little activity center near me in the kitchen when I heard the sound of one of his toys being jingled. My first thought was casual--I had grown used to hearing the baby shake toys and rattles while I was dashing into the kitchen to check the progress of the Sugar Skulls or pumpkin stew. And in the seconds that followed I realized that the baby was next to me, and that nothing at his chubby little fingertips was able to make that sound. As I was looking over at him to see if he'd snuck a little rattle in with him, I heard it again. This time it was unmistakable. It was the sound of a toy being rattled, it was coming from the other room, and there was no one else in our little attic apartment. There were no windows open, no drafts, no laundry whirring, no water dripping. It was just me, the little one, and something playing with a toy. I froze, looking at the baby (can babies detect ghosts the way dogs and cats do?) and felt some major chills rippling down my spine. I carefully looked into the living room where nothing seemed out of place. I stared down the hall, where some toys were strewn about. Could it have been the now infamous Woman in the Hallway? The one who seems to peek in on us, a shadow against the white walls as she flashes by?
And before you think my imagination is running away with me after watching Paranormal Activity 3
I should mention that this is not the first time I have had an incident in this flat. There have been knockings and whispers and The Haunted Toothbrush.
Maybe I should call this group of super hot Moms-Who-Hunt-Ghosts? This L.A. based troupe are near and dear to my new-mom/old-freak heart. All female, totally cute "real housewives" of the paranormal persuasion.
What I'd really like to do is sit down with some professionals and have a séance, a proper high-collared corseted Victorian parlor room séance. I recently stumbled upon this pamphlet
from the early 1900s about a series of séances in San Francisco around 1900 that the author (who wrote it anonymously) claimed involved many prominent citizens of the day, the least of whom was William Randolph Hearst, the mayor of San Francisco, and the chief of police. I wouldn't be able to convince such contemporaries -- Mr. Mayor and Mr. Trump? -- of theirs to come to my humble abode for a little psychic sleuthing of their own, but I've got some pretty freaky friends that just might join in. In the meantime it will be just me and the Baby Ventura, playing peek-a-boo with those that go bump-in-the-night.
You can email me at varlaventura@gmail.com and I can give you more details.
And I knew as soon as the motion stopped, that I would never have a clue as to what the hell just happened. And I never got one.
I was teasing my daughter about it once and the electric can opener went off by itself for 30 seconds. Her eyes got big as saucers and she wouldn't go into the kitchen. I still haven't figured out THAT one, but I doubt it was a 'spirit'.
My parents owned a house that had ALOT of unexplained occurances some a bit hair raising that could not be explained away. In fact I had friends that came over who were not aware of these occurances. Who out of the blue looked at me and said... This house is hanted or...there is a presence here. When I asked them what they were talking about they said... There is something not human lurking in this house!
Explain that one away~~~ I said how do you know that there is something not human here? They said I felt it when I came inside. One friend nicknamed the unexplainable entity, ghost, spirit whatever you call them. Lights turned off and on, doors closing and opening, my mother walking down the stairway swore someone pushed her down the stairs and NO ONE was behind her! Radios playing with no electricity, Another family member (Child) swore they saw a woman dressed in black standing on the same stair way. Footsteps running upstairs when no one was there. Blame that on mice if you like but mice do leave trails there was never any trail of mice rats etc...
noises because sometimes they aren't finished winding down. Animals and insects will cause
noises too. As for hearing whispers if you live in an attached buildings the walls aren't sound proof
and you are hearing either your neighbors or people outside walking nearby. As for seeing shadows
on your walls if it's daytime you got birds flying past your windows, or at night time you got insects flying around your light bulbs. There's always an explanation for everything other than hauntings.