I did some research on my house in Upstate NY and found that our ghost had occupied the home before. Yes, I said Ghost. I know that many will not believe and that is ok. I did not either, but I came to believe when I saw the evidence of them living in the house with us. They scared my children and sometimes me, if I wasn't expecting them but through research I found out why they were still here. Their daddy had died here and he was a McCurdy and I was a McCurdy kin, so I was family.
They showed us many times that we were not alone. Children would scream to go home at night and they stopped coming at all because it was noisy at times. A child would call for daddy, a grandma would rock the baby in the rocking chair and the 1900's dressed woman would just stand there wringing her hands. I believe she was grieving. I know that the child was looking for Daddy but he had died in the house, and they were tied to the house because of it.
When my nephew and his wife visited, I don't remember telling them about the ghost but after a few nights they told me. We were so used to the noises of the house that we barely noted it, but someone new would take notice of it and mention it , and they did. My niece came to me and said someone pushed on her chest last night. I had never heard of them actually causing a touch sensation anyone and was intrigued. She said it wasn't hurting her but it was touching her chest and pressing down some in the night. I don't know what that meant or means but I don't feel that they meant her any harm. It only happened once perhaps to ask them to stay longer to help me.
My experiences with the ghosts were usually the Grandmother or at least with the woman dressed in black and she was older so I called her Grandmother. She rocked the baby often in the antique rocking chair with lions heads that I had in the living room. It literally rocked by itself. Now I wondered if it were on an unlevel spot to the old wooden floors, so I would move it and it would happen again. It was disconcerting to see it rock so I moved it upstairs and you could still hear it rock. I wasn't often up there but you could still hear or see it sometimes.
I only saw them twice. Once I was in the living room sitting on the couch, trying to warm up in front of the wood stove and they, the grandmother, the younger woman and child were all standing at the doors to the formal dining room. That is what it was used for in years past but I used it for my doll room. They did not stay long, just long enough for me to see the woman in black, the lady in white and the child. My oldest daughter often heard the boy calling for his daddy and she saw him once in her room. The time that I saw he was sitting in the lap of the Grandmother and was being rocked.
I was married at the time to someone that was not a kind person. He had no empathy and one day when I was at work my daughters dog that was old and sick, was killed by him. He even called me at my Nurses job to tell me that Lady was dead of lead poisoning. I was distraught but as Nurse Manager could not leave to do anything. I cried at work and my DON asked what was wrong and I told her, that our dog died. I did not tell her the circumstances for I didn't know what the consequences of doing that would be at home for me or my children.
Lady them became a ghost in the house. I had not heard of animals becoming ghosts but they absolutely do. I could hear her slow tap tap tap of her nails on the stairs coming up or down, just as she did in life; She did in death. He sentenced her to being there for I don't know how long. I know that she was there when I sold the home.
Pictured you will see the Lions head rocker. I sent it to Auction when I had to sell all my stuff but I had brought it south with me and it never rocked so I know that it rocked in the upstate house only. The Ghost may still be there for all I know. I haven't been back to the house. I know that other people knew about the Ghost in our house because the author of the book, "Haunted Houses Of Upstate NY" wanted to add our story to the book and I declined. I knew that adding a home to a book such as this created curiosity in the public and I was trying to raise a family. I wanted to do that without being in the limelight of ghost hunters.
I think about that life up there often and how it shaped my world for almost 20 years. It was not easy but it had its moments. I have long ago forgiven myself for staying in the situation. People that are in abusive situations sometimes stay longer than an outsider thinks that they should. I am here to tell you that we leave when we know how too, or feel safe too.
Our physical selves have long left the house I loved with all my heart, but I think that some of me still resides in the soil. That same soil where medicine bottles, dolls, marbles and toys were found, waiting for a Nurse, doll collector, and child that played with marbles and cars as a child.
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