A House Haunted by the Past - Christina Lundell

I have a friend who’s mother could be considered quite the skeptic. She did not believe in folklore, relish in the supernatural world, nor consider an extraterrestrial possibility. She could be measured as a bible thumper and a realist. Although she would be seen as the last person to report a story of a “haunted” house, she apparently lived right in the middle of one. A house that was lively with supernatural activity, she recalls never feeling alone. According to her, there was always someone watching her when she would be at the house while the kids were in school and the husband working. She described him as male, older, and not very content. She also described feeling like there were two younger children in the house. She could never tell if they were both female or if one was a boy and the other a girl. Her reports are chilling, because like I said before, she never believed in any of this until it happened to her.

The house was located in the older neighborhood of the University of Denver area. The house was initially bought to be torn down, rebuilt, and remodeled. The husband, an architect, kept the remaining foundation, some of the structure, the cellar and some brick walls to incorporate the old with the new. One thing to remember is that the original house was built in 1910. Getting the explanation of the house, one can assume the type of events that were happening in there. Strange things started to occur months after the new house was built and they were all moved in. The mother taught French classes to young children after school. When no one was home that day, and she was preparing her lesson waiting for the children to arrive, she saw a black figure walk through the spacious hall in the front room. She originally thought it was her husband, so she recalled calling out his name. She knew what she saw, and no one called back. A second event occurred in the front room as well (where remaining walls of the house were). She was sitting on the couch when she heard music from a music box being played from what sounded like it was upstairs. But it wasn’t upstairs, it seemed as though it was suspended in the air, hanging at the top of the eleven-foot ceilings. It was faint, but it was loud enough to startle her and make her remember it so well. She also remembers lying in bed, being able to hear little pitter-patter footsteps in the hallway outside her bedroom. Or the feeling of someone standing on the side of your bed, staring at her. Also, the fact that in the cellar, which was an underground maze, there was a plaque in a room that read “Jesus vs. Satan”. One more thing to add is a previous owner of the original house rang the doorbell one day, asking the mother if “anything strange had been happening”. Seems completely outlandish, but she swore all of this was true. She never told her husband any of this, having fears of him believing she was crazy. After they moved a few years later, she never had any type of events like this happen to her again. She truly believes that there was something in that house, even though the house was ultimately new. Something or someone had stayed in that house and was not happy about the new residents. Her views of the ghostly world have been forever altered.