Friday, October 29, 2004

Who Goes There? ....

 

 

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.  :)

5 comments:

indigosunmoon said...

I've never actually been in this old house thats not
too far from me, but I've heard it's haunted.  Just
looking at the old house...even from the road,
and you get chills.  Freaky indeed!
Lovish!
Connie

s0ngbird1962 said...

Yes, if I have learned one thing as I have grown, I trust my gut....

slowmotionlife said...

I'm changing your link to THIS journal today - just let me know when you move back to the other one.  One of the things Hel and I would LOVE to do before we die is to buy an old house like this one, and spend a few years remodeling it. What fun!!  They just don't build beautiful houses like that anymore.. with the big front porches and beautifully detailed architecture - such history!  I do think old houses can have "energies"... some houses just make me uncomfortable.  Others make me feel warm and secure.  Strange, yeah?

c82trinity said...

Its good to trust your gut on stuff like that. I do believe that houses have energies and even the picture got me some :)

babyshark28 said...

I love that porche!
the spooky house I was just talking about was an old one. It was built in 1937, and there wasn't hardly a corner to be found, everything was rounded, even the doorways. :D