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Dear John and LaNell,
We found out days before we moved into our present house that the previous owner had died mysteriously in the house.
She was found dead in her bed, with her teenage children sleeping in the other rooms. They could not find a reason for her death, although they did find indications that she may have been suffocated--there were no physical reasons for her to just stop breathing, and she did NOT have a heart attack. It is the general opinion locally that her children killed her in a fit of rage.
The first night we stayed here, tragedy struck. Our little truck dog, mine & Barry's baby, ran into the road and was run over. I was upset, but tried not to read anything into it, such as a bad omen.
4 days later, a woman drove up, knocked on our door, and asked if we had bought the house.
I can only describe her eyes this way--it was like looking into a black, soulless pool, and I got the worst feeling I have ever had, as if something evil was trying to look back at me from those eyes.
It scared the h*ll out of me, and I am not one to be easily scared by anything. I have my dogs and a powerful rifle, I take precautions, and I just don't get scared easily.
I had the kids locking the back door before she made it back to her car, and I stayed guard at the front until she was gone. Every hair was standing on the back of my neck.
I determined a couple days later that it was the daughter of the previous owner. Apparently she has some mental disorders, was into witchcraft, and thought she would get money from the sale of the house.
For the next few months we started noticing an odd phenomenon--our dogs would seem to watch something walk into the living room, cross to one corner, walk to the other corner, then back out of the living room and down the hall. There was nothing there, but the dogs would follow this nothing.
One night, at the same time, at approx. 2am, my daughter and I both heard a voice moaning--I thought it came from the vent in the ceiling, she thought it came from inside her room.
It was kind of a moaning sound.
My son helped us do an experiment the next day. He spoke at different volumes into his ceiling vent, to see if somehow we were hearing something from one of us.
We could not duplicate the sound, or even come close to it. Nothing carried down the venting system.
The next time the dogs started following something walking through the living room, I finally spoke. I told Mrs. Bean she was dead and needed to go to the light.
We have not had such an experience since.
We have had a few others, but not from Mrs. Bean.
And I will save those for another time.
Thanks,
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