When I walked across the street from the Judge's house that afternoon the huge old house blocked out the sun, I looked up and it just looked so sinister. No longer did it look a huge beautiful antique mansion to me. It looked evil. The windows on the 3rd floor like eyes looking down on me saying, "come on, you still want to live here knowing everything you do? Come on in"
B was at work as I stepped through the front door into the looming foyer. As soon as I walked in I heard footsteps on the stairs. I called out to my dogs as I quickly walked to the brightest room in the house the sunroom. I wanted to escape the gloom. The late afternoon sun would be shining into the sunroom and I was planning on spending the rest of the afternoon in there and the kitchen until B got home.
I grabbed a Coke out of the fridge with all 3 dogs at my heels. As I went to walk out of the kitchen I heard one of the dogs growl low in his throat. I looked up and in the sunroom I saw an older man dressed in old fashioned clothing walking briskly through the sunroom but the thing that really freaked me out was the fact that he had no feet. It appeared that he was walking on his ankles. He actually looked right at me and gave me an angry look like I was an intruder in his home and then he just vanished. I grabbed my purse off the kitchen table along with my keys and went out the back door not bothering to lock it with the dogs about to trip me getting outside. A chill came over me as I went down the walk where I knew the piano teacher had died of a heart attack. I piled the dogs in the truck and drove the few blocks to my bff's V's house where I stayed till B got home.
At that point we had decided it was time to leave the mansion. Our dream home. Before we put it up for sale there were still a few things that needed to be fixed. One thing was a weak spot in the floor in front of one of the windows in the sunroom. I kept a plant stand there to keep anyone from stepping there. So B decided to tear the floor out there and get it fixed and put ceramic tile down in the sunroom.
Once he started tearing out the floor he called me in there to see what he had found. About 8 to 10 inches below the sunroom floor was another floor, a porch like floor and we knew the sunroom had once been a porch. Now the man with no feet made sense. He was still walking on the original floor.
It only took us about a month to get all the fixes done and we put the house up for sale. We had a women who was a friend of a friend from work come and bless and smudge the house. Once we put it up for sale a young lawyer and his family bought the house within 9 days of it being on the market.
The day the last box went out the door I felt such a relief. There had been no activity since the house was smudged, I certainly didn't want the new owners to go through what we did. But even if they were really gone I no longer wanted to live here. I would never be comfortable again in the house especially when I was alone. I always felt watched.
An entire large truck full of furniture and things went to the auction house as we wouldn't have room for it anymore. But on moving day as I walked out the front door for the last time I could have sworn that I heard a low chuckle as I closed the door. I got in my truck behind the uhaul that B was driving, I looked up at the tower and wished things had been different. But as I drove away I didn't look back. I just knew there would be someone looking down at me from that window. I didn't want to see it. But I knew it.
I hope the new owners are enjoying the home, I hope they are safe with no paranormal activity. We left with a nice profit from the sale. We worked our butts off and it paid off. I still pray for the family that took our place. Its the least I can do. But I will never drive down that street again. I never want to see the house in person, all I have are some pictures and that is enough for me. |
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