Ok, I’m going to start things off by saying the title does not completely mirror the truth. I do NOT believe my former residence to be haunted BUT I do believe there is paranormal activity going on. The activity has not been consistent enough to be deemed a true haunting. However, the incidents that have occurred are certainly beyond any rational explanation.
The first major supernatural occurrence that I can recall happened a few years ago while I was housesitting for my folks. I was alone with my parents’ two dogs for a week or so. One evening I decided to shoot a few games of pool down in the basement. The dogs hung out in their beds. I confess that up until the time of the incident I had consumed a few beers but with my high tolerance I was nowhere near drunk. In fact, my head was rather clear. During the middle of my third or fourth game I heard a noise from the kitchen upstairs. It startled me. I can only describe the sound as a shuffling or scraping effect as if a stack of papers were being dragged across a table. More curious than afraid I went upstairs to investigate. For the past several days I had been placing my parents’ mail on the island countertop in the middle of the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen the first thing I noticed was the missing stack of mail. Yes, it was gone. And I mean GONE. I scoured the kitchen for the missing mail totally in a panic because there were several bills in the pile. My search led me to every room of the house. Nothing. The mail was completely gone. I checked all the doors and windows in the house and found them all to be securely locked. Exactly what the hell was going on was beyond any realm for rationalization. For the next few days I set the mail on my parents’ bed and checked it periodically to make sure it was still there. Two or three days later I found the missing mail under the island, a place I had searched more than once during my initial investigation. The mail had been scattered all over as if someone or something had taken it and aimlessly tossed it. I told my parents about this happening shortly after their arrival home. To this day it still creeps my mother out.
Another incident, as reported to me by my mother, involved late-night disturbance in my parents’ bedroom. It was in the middle of the night and they were both sound asleep. At some point my father awoke to the feeling of someone tapping him on his shoulder. Thinking it was my mother he rolled over and woke her up from her sleep. Asking her what she wanted she replied that she didn’t want anything and in return asked him why he had woken her. He told her someone had tapped him on his shoulder and he wanted to know if it had been her tapping him. She denied it. Dismissing the incident as some kind of misunderstanding they both went back to sleep. The same thing occurred a second time that same night. Again, my mother denied tapping my father on the shoulder. When they relayed this story to me my curiosity once again overcame any fear I might’ve had.
The fun didn’t stop there. While living in my own apartment in Monroeville two separate incidents (they may have been related though) occurred in the family room. On a regular weekend visit home my folks told of how they believed there may be a ghost in the house. Hmm, really? They went on to say that while watching television one night they watched a silk scarf (or sash; I can’t remember) be slowly pulled from the recliner and settle on the floor. It has been resting partially folded on the chair. Note, the chair rests on a tilt as do many recliners. In other words, the scarf could not have fallen off the chair without someone physically removing it. My parents decided to avoid sitting in the chair in order to not disturb any possible spirit. About a week later, my dad decided to sit in the “ghost chair” as they had named it. My mom warned him but my dad refused to listen. No sooner had he sat down in the chair the fireplace cover fell off and slammed onto the floor. The cover is glass and screwed on tightly yet somehow it had become completely loosened. At this point my parents (myself as well) were convinced there was undeniably something paranormal going on at their residence.
Before relocating to North Carolina, I conducted my own investigation of the place. I am an amateur ghost hunter and recently founded EPIC (Eastern Paranormal Investigative Community). My invesigation revealed there is in fact something paranormal at my parents’ home in Apple Hill. I recorded some high EMF readings in the hallway, living room, and my bedroom. I also believe I may have communicated directly with an entity through a device called a Ghost Radar where a spirit may speak to you using only single-word answers. Some of the responses I got were too eerie to ignore. I believe the activity to be benevolent as nothing sinister has ever happened as of this writing (and by the grace of God never will).