We trudged our way through the tall grass till we were close to the house. I'd never seen a place so overgrown...... it was literally smothered with willow trees, as well as other trees & weeds!! We bent down & scrambled through the tangled path to the front door. We entered into a porch area and made our way to what would have been the diningroom/kitchen area. There was an old bed here complete with bed sheets. It was decaying, flat in spots, I wondered what it was doing in the diningroom.
I tore my eyes from the roof & forced myself to look at the crib....... Ahh, sweet relief... nobody was standing beside it or anywhere near it. I continued with my video, walking up to the crib to film it & the bed. I opened an old suitcase, looking inside at what was in it. After about 2 minutes, I'd had enough, so made my way to the stairs. Just as I was about to take the first step down, the door at the bottom of the stairs Slammed & I let out a little girl sound! All that came into my mind was "Fetal Position". I remember when I entered the house I had to pee....... now, not so much!!!! I was down the stairs as fast as a fat guy can fall & out the friggen door!!!
For the 3 of us, this is the strangest house we've ever entered to date. I knew when we started doing what we do, hunting down the past in the form of old buildings/houses, that it was only a matter of time before we either felt something or caught something on our cameras or even possibly saw something with our naked eye! We've come to almost expect these encounters & consider them part of the whole experience. I'm not sure why some places seem so peaceful while others are in turmoil. Perhaps a devastating event? A premature death, the death of a child or mother in labor, suicide? It seems these spirits are stuck in a loop of sorts & when disturbed, they can make themselves known in any number of ways. I believe there's other dimensions at our finger tips & if the scales were removed from our eyes, we'd witness truly amazing sites, some beautiful, some maybe not so much!! So we journey on unphazed to the next Ghost House & wonder with great curiosity what awaits us there?? I hope the Spirits of this place find rest in due time!! James.
So whenever I go to Sufferen along the Erie track I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back, Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters falling apart For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.
Last verse from the poem "House with nobody in it" by Joyce Kilmer.