Ranch Home Hauntings in Rural Florida

II grew up in a haunted house. But it was not a ghost that took up residence there, for a ghost is the spirit of something that once lived. This creature had never drawn breath and had no right existing in the material world.

The house was about twenty years old, wood-frame in lowland Florida. Okeechobee, to be precise, land that once belonged to the Osceola. Perhaps the whole town is cursed, nothing good ever came of that place. I am glad to be far from there now.

The basic design was a ranch home, every room branching from a central hallway running perpendicular to the front door; a crossroads, in other words. My parents' room was at the far end, across from mine and my brothers', with the bath further down, then the living room, and finally on to the kitchen.

Try though we might, neither I nor my brother could ever walk down that hallway from our rooms toward the kitchen. Our skin would develop goosebumps and the hair on the back of the neck would raise. It felt like something was chasing you the whole way, hot on your heels, full of rage and hunger.

Is it any wonder that we always ran down the hall as if our lives depended on it?

We lived there for almost eleven years. Not one day was spent without something frightening the life out of me. Often just a feeling or dark thought, but I knew neither originated from me. It was always cold, and no matter how many lights were on it was too dark. In Florida that's unheard of.

About once a week, I would see it. Always at night, watching TV in the living room with my family. We used to watch Newheart. The theme music would always put me to sleep. Before that, something would catch my eye.

No, that's not right.

Something would tell me to turn and look at the doorway, just in time for me to see it shoot past, pelting hell for leather toward the kitchen from my room.

It was about four feet high. Thin with wiry musculature, hunch-backed and bow-legged. It was bipedal, and took long, loping strides, almost like a twisted version of a bunny-hop. The skin was leathery, shining, mottled brown with a snake-like yellow belly. The skull was like a goblin, long, torn ears held close to the sides of the head. Thin, jutting jaw and needle-like teeth. The eyes burned with a malevolent humor, as if it knew we caught a glimpse of it and reveled in the chance to show off.

For the longest time I thought I was seeing things. I never told anyone, until my brother turned and pointed one night. For almost ten years, he'd been seeing it too, and he thought it was just him. Turned out Mother had been seeing it as well. Dad never noticed anything, but he always was the hard-headed sort that refused to acknowledge much of anything, even us.

We compared notes and found that our experiences were identical. I should probably explain that Dad's Catholic and had us raised the same. His solution to the problem was to have our parish priest, Father Duffy, bless the house.

That was a bad idea.

Mom, my brother, and I all took sick within a month. All the same functional disorder, completely incurable, completely debilitating, but not life-threatening. Mom's disabled now, so am I, which is why I try to make money online where I can. My brother is in pain all day. He can function if he's on pain meds, but only just.

Nothing ever happened to Dad. He hadn't seen it.

I should've warned people about the place, but the only way we could get out of there was to sell it. So we did. Haven't heard anything from the new owners. Hopefully they're the hard-headed sort.

Where the thing came from, I don't know. I don't know what it wants and what it's in a hurry to get to. What I do know is I'll never go back to that town again. I'll drive around the entire county if I have to, because that place was bad medicine.

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efeyas 6 years ago from Some Sunny Beach, USA

Intersting Hub, a little freaky but interesting all the same! I have no idea what I would have done in that situation. Its always hard when you hear these stories and the entity is attached to place in which you live. Your lucky it didn't follow you when you left as I have heard stories of that happening as well!

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thevoice 6 years ago from carthage ill

interesting unique hub read write thanks

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Jarn 6 years ago from Sebastian, Fl Author

Thanks for taking the time to read. It's much appreciated. I often wonder what life would be like if we hadn't moved into that house in the first place. It's probably wishful thinking, but it's kinda comforting to think that my family and I would be healthy otherwise. Life would certainly present more opportunities then.

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Ivorwen 6 years ago from Hither and Yonder

I've seen some strange things, but never anything like your fellow. Ewww!

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ButterflyWings 6 years ago

You've mentioned this time period to me, but this is the first time I've heard a full description of it. Much appreciated.

I never had anything chase me clear down a hall, repeatedly at least, but we did have something - one of many such things - in the house I grew up in, which would "help" us fall down the stairs, starting on the third step down. Happened to all of us at least twice. We learned to resist it, though we often felt a nudge.

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Jarn 6 years ago from Sebastian, Fl Author

We tried to resist it. We knew that running was pointless, as there was nothing physically there. But the feeling you got when walking was the same as you get when you're crossing the street and there's a car coming. And if you don't start legging it, you'll get run down. It was like playing chicken every time we walked down the hall. How long can you fight the sensation before self preservation kicks in and you break into a sprint?

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ButterflyWings 6 years ago

I've rarely met things with that strong a presence. So I guess I don't know how long I could fight the sensation.

One thing about this story bothers me strenuously. You indicate that you, your mom, and your brother were cursed at the time of the "blessing" over your home. Yet curses, under the right circumstances, can practically always be reversed. I'm not saying I know how to fix this particular situation, but I'm convinced this curse can be reversed. If I have any specific ideas on how, I'll let you know. Surely you've gone back to that time period with the Lord and rejected the influence of the spirit, yes? If not, you'd better, as well as claiming Christ's blood over you, and His authority over this creature. In Him, you too should be able to exercise at least some degree of authority over this thing. There's got to be a way to get it's thoughts, influences, and works out of your life.

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Jarn 6 years ago from Sebastian, Fl Author

I don't recall ever asking God to help drive out the influence of that spirit. Funny how you can be too close to things to see what's so obvious to others. I will think about how I will ask Him to lend a hand very soon.

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ButterflyWings 6 years ago

If you need or want any help, even just spiritual backup, let me know. If you want to, call me at Mom's next Thursday, and the three of us - and the Lord - will whip this thing, if it can be done in one session. Or, call me any time at home. I want to see you made whole.

If you need to contact me before next Thursday, you'll have to use the phone, not e-mail.

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Jarn 6 years ago from Sebastian, Fl Author

Thanks for the offer, but I've always had trouble talking on the phone, as you'll probably recall from the last time we spoke. That and the fact that I pray silently means a phone might be all that useful. I'll see what I can do about licking this thing and let you know, ok?

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LiftedUp 6 years ago from Plains of Colorado

Dear Jarn,

You do have the authority in Christ to take your stand against this creature and, by the Lord's specific instructions, remove his influence from your life, and I will pray for you in this endeavor. The enemy is lying and deceitful, however, and you do not want to be led by the wrong voice. I pray for your protection.

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Jarn 6 years ago from Sebastian, Fl Author

Lifted Up. You always have a way of putting things back into perspective. I thank you for both your insight and prayers.

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ButterflyWings 6 years ago

If you change your mind, my offer stands. My prayers are with you and your family daily. The Lord be with you and bless you abundantly.

joseph sallette 5 years ago

yes my family has lived in okeechobee since before it was astablished we catfished and brung the citrius from the bahomas and yes this town is defenently differant it has things that no body has a clue about

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