Being in the very heart of Alabama, you can bet there are plenty of Civil War battlegrounds and cemeteries. Many soldiers are in unmarked graves, scattered about. On the very land in which I live, legend is, was a battlefield. And across the street from my neighborhood, there is a small cemetery and historical landmark where Civil War soldiers were laid to rest.
But…are they really, resting?
The house that you see in the photo up there is a house that just this time last year, I begged my husband to buy. It’s less than 2 miles from here. To say it was a handyman’s special would be an understatement. The previous owners had already started remodeling projects and just left it, along with all of their material to complete what they’d started. It is not a very old house. It was built in 1946. The kind of old house I’ve always dreamed of, is turn of the century-old. That dream is far from practical and will be one of those dreams to never come true. Still, I almost had the hubs convinced on this one because along with the house, was 6 beautiful acres. The price was a steal. I went to the house to take pictures, and that was the day I changed my mind. Have you ever felt like you were not alone? That is how I felt. I know it sounds silly, I’ll admit that I scare easily, but my imagination did not bring this fear on. I was so happy that day, no fear or suspicions in my mind at all. There were cold spots in the house, which I found weird, considering the sun was shining bright through out the house. My skin crawled with goose bumps in one room. The one thing I’ve learned, as I get older, is to follow my gut feeling. There was a bad energy in this house. I felt it. I don’t know the history of it, but I didn’t like it. So - that was the end of that. Someone did buy that house; I would drive by on occasion to see the progress they were making in their remodeling. The people abruptly moved, I guess. I haven’t seen any activity there in a while now. So - I don’t know. Maybe the renovation was going to be too expensive. Yet, when I was considering buying the house, my cousin inspected it and he said it had a solid foundation, and overall was in good shape. The only repairs needed were cosmetic. So, who knows? Most likely, the “house” wasn’t even haunted. Could have been the property. Which, by the way, is adjacent to the property we live on now. And, might I add, we’ve had our share of weird happenings while living here.
To be continued…
Note: I stand corrected. Mama informed me the house was built in 1940. Not 1946. :)