Goose Pimples
Krude gonna spin a creepy yarn about a haunted house
I lived in over 20 years ago. The usual paranormal aspects were all present in
that turn of the 20th Century spook house. Strange voices, cold spots,orbs
etc... The house in question was in Scranton, PA.
The house I lived in was a split two family house. The
landlord lived on the left side,I lived on the right. The house was about 90
years old by the time I moved in. My side of the house was decorated on the
interior with bold semi gloss paints and funky patterned carpets. One room was painted
pink from floor to ceiling. That was my ex wife's place to be girly. Our
bedroom was forest green and traffic light red. My son's bedroom was sky blue
with a navy blue gloss painted wooden floor. Not sure if LSD played a part in
this creative burst by the landlord. Wouldn't doubt it. She was weird. And never
missed an episode of Wheel of Fortune. Strange broad indeed.
My ex wife would be home all day watching my 5 month old
son. It was early summer when my ex started to tell me about cold spots she
felt around the house. I never felt anything so I didn't care at the time. When
my family came over to see the baby, my mother took a bunch of pictures using a
35mm film camera. When she had the film processed into prints, orbs showed up
on half a dozen pics. When I saw those pics I dismissed the orbs as floating
dust.
Then one evening my ex decided to take a shower at around
8pm. The bathroom was next to our kitchen which was next to our living room,where
the tv I was watching was. 5 minutes into her shower,she leaned out the
bathroom door and asked me to "check on the baby" because she heard
him crying. My son was fast asleep and a baby monitor was next to him. So I
told her so. A minute later,she yells at me again from the bathroom about my
crying son. I tell her the same thing. Now she comes storming out of the
bathroom in a towel and marches to my son's crib. And sees him sleeping. She
said to me that she heard a baby crying in the bathroom and that it was crystal
clear. So I went into the bathroom. Stood there for a minute. And heard a baby
crying. Crystal clear. Window was closed. Fan was off. No other babies
within an earshot in the neighborhood. WTF!!??!
Next morning I see the landlord outside on our porch and ask
her if there was a baby at her house the previous night. She said no. I tell
her crying was coming from the bathroom area. She laughs and said to me "
oh, you heard the little boy". "What little boy?", I say.
"The infant who died in 1951 in the house of a crib death" she
explains. " It happened in the attic apartment upstairs to you".
There was a little apartment in our attic area that wasn't used for at least 40
years at that point. I used that area for storage.
Next day after this conversation, I venture up into our
attic/apartment area to check things out. Admittedly, the attic was spooky as
all Hell. Felt very heavy walking in there. So I made my way to the area that
was just above our bathroom. It was a bedroom. With a crib. And a photograph of
the child who died in 1951 inside the crib. A black and white pic of the child
lying in state. WTHolyFuck!!?!?! I turn around and made my way back to
our house and told my ex what was in that attic. She never went into that attic
ever again. And the only other time I went up there was when we moved out and I
had to grab our belongings. Welcome to Scranton, Jersey boy.
The most disturbing thing about this ordeal was that my son
almost died a crib death before us knowing about the ghostly presence. Luckily,
we got him to a hospital quickly. But that is another story... So anyways...
Happy Halloween!
Snickers > Smarties
KK
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