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Ghost Story - Barnsey's Encounter with the Paranormal
It has been hard being a skeptic after this experience.
Believe in ghosts? How about the paranormal? I am not sure what category my experience belongs in but it really happened. I do not have an official experts explanation. I only have my story. Decide for yourself what it might have truly been.
When I was ten years old my family lived in West Deptford, NJ, in Greenfield Heights. There was a large wooded area nearby where the kids would wander and play. This was where I learned my love for nature and all it represented. I cut school the first time in those woods at the age of nine or ten. Spent the entire day out there, saw a deer and got pretty close to it before it took off. I gave chase but it was entirely too fast. Those were good times.
Our neighbor on Riviera drive often told us through the years that they had experienced something that today would be considered paranormal. For instance on one occasion I was approaching the house to see if my friends wanted to come out and play. As I neared the door I heard screaming!
Literally I heard my friends and their mom screaming and so instead of knocking I walked right in and heard the vacuum cleaner power down as i did so. There they all were huddled in the corner of their living room. Their vacuum had been running on its own. I laughed and said, "So big deal. Someone hit the button and pretended..." Then I picked up the chord and looked at it. Chills ran down my spine and they could only nod and point, tears streaming down their faces. The chord was not plugged in.
Not my story though. Mine is a bit more subtle. Here it is.
I was sitting in the rec room watching TV. The room is one level down from the dining and living rooms. My mother and my uncle Stewart were drinking coffee and talking very loudly at the dining room table. At one point I turned up the TV because they were making so much noise. Still, no matter how loud the TV was they seemed to simply get louder.
I walked up the stairs asking, "What are you doing?"
They were sitting stock still and not talking. They looked to me and held finger to lips as if to say, "Be quiet!"
I bit my tongue and froze. Where was all that noise coming from? It sounded like a party was going on. Clinking of silverware and glasses, people laughing and talking....many people laughing and talking! It was like an unseen party was going on. The living room was not carpeted and upon entrance one would have to take a single step down onto the floor from the dining room. We stood there looking at one another for a few minutes at least.
My uncle decided he was going into the living room. Slowly he got up from his chair and walked over to the step. As his first foot touched down on that floor everything just stopped. Silence. We could not believe what we had just heard. Now, we hadn't seen a ghost or anything at all really. The entire experience was sound only.
Was it scary? Not really. Amazing and chilling? Yes, very much so.
For the previous five years we had lived in this house there had been a constant event we had never really paid much attention to until that day.
My mom owned that living room. The Italian in her demanded she get one room to decorate that no one other than esteemed guests would be allowed to enter. We were not allowed to sit on the furniture or touch anything in general. If we were caught we were in trouble. So, every moring for all those years my mother quietly entered that room and went about straightening each and every picture hanging on the wall. Each and every one for all that time and she had never said anything. There were times she asked my older siblings if they were playing a prank on her but they had no idea what she was talking about.
After that night she realized what had been going on. The spirits were playing pranks on her, she suspected and only smiled and shrugged. Pretty tough, my mom, she never let anything like that bother her overmuch. My dad even went so far as to spend a few nights sleeping on a mattress on the floor of the living room just to see if he encountered anything. He never did.
Eventually my sister and I united for a good cause and asked our mom to tell dad not to sleep downstairs anymore. Why? He snored so loud that in the uncarpeted room he was keeping us awake all night. There was no way he was going to notice anything while snoring like that anyway.
Now, many years later, long after we had moved away from Greenfield heights and long after my dad had passed away an article appeared in the newspaper. It seems someone had discovered some ancient indian burial grounds in those woods we spent so much time in as kids. The area nearby had been populated by settlers and tradesmen who commandeered the land from the local Lenape indians.
Could this explain the paranormal activity experienced by our neighbors and ourselves? Perhaps, but I have never been able to be an honest skeptic because of that day. I look at everything openly and judge it honestly. Strange things are out there and do happen. Not everyone with a weird story is actually loony, they may have actually encountered something unexplainable.
Since that day I have yearned for further experiences but I have never seen or heard anyhting that came even close to that.
That is my story. One hundred percent true and thirty years later I still have no logical explanation. Though I have to admit I have been tempted to go knock on that door and ask the current residents if they had experienced anything themselves i have not done so because in this day and age who knows what they will think of me.
I would love to hear some expert opinions on this if any are out there. Let me know what you think of this and what you believe might be a proper explanation.