Gregory Branson-Trent's Ghost Hunter's Journal
For more than 17 years I have written about ghosts and been a paranormal investigator. I believe in the paranormal and the unexplained. I have heard the stories of people who bought houses and remodeled them and stirred up the spirits. I was shocked when recently I bought a 100 hundred year old house and started remodeling. Something woke up.
History:
I bought a house a while back and with my busy work schedule and the fact I live in two places (New York City and the house outside the city), I just started remodeling in the last six months.
The day I moved in was the beginning of a huge storm that caused half the town to flood. Fortunately my new house did now.
The night I moved in, I had a knock at the door from the former gardener that once worked on the property. You learn a lot more from people who have been in the house than what a real estate sales person knows. I learned my sales person knew nothing.
I was informed by the gardener that the former owner, who we will call by her first name only, Barbara had died in the house. I was told she was a bit of a recluse and hardly ever left the house. She was a collector of antiques and the walls were covered with shelves when I first did my walk through.
Apparently she liked animals and had 2 dogs, 4 birds and 6 cats. Barbara's only contact with the real world was the gardener, who I suspect may have been a lot more than an employee. He was the one who found her after she had been dead for several days in the house. And no, the real estate sales person told me nothing about her death or the time she was in the house dead. Imagine that!
The beginning of remodeling:
Before we could move in, a few things had to be done around the place. Since I bought the place for less than it was worth, they really didn't bother to do a lot to it before I took possession. Before I moved in, I changed the locks and checked all the windows, pulled down about 100 shelves that had been attached to the walls and began redoing the floors and even tore down a few pieces of wall until I felt I had cleaned the place to a point I wanted to move belonging in. The place felt very calm to me in the few days we were there before moving in. I didn't get any bad feelings around the place and being a person who gets vibes about places, I felt good. Then it was time to move in.
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Journal Entry: Something woke up...
After a couple of days of packing, we arrived at the new house tonight. I have to admit I am exhausted. I have had so much going on recently, I am not even sure if I have the energy to work on the place. Strange thing is, when we arrived, the house was lit up. When we left, we were careful to turn everything off. I wasn't sure of the house's electrical state so I did not want to push my luck. When we pulled up the front porch lights were lit, as well as, the living room lights and a bedroom light upstairs. Naturally, I panicked and thought someone had broken in the place.
Maybe it is the New Yorker in, but I knew exactly where we had packed the baseball bat. So after a bit of digging we entered the house. And like chickens, we sent Joey the 130 lb. Newfoundland in first. After searching every room in the place, no one was there. So how did the lights get turned on?
We set up the basics needed to make it through the first night. And after I had reached the peak of exhaustion, I realized Joey was nowhere to be found. After looking all around downstairs I heard a loud thump upstairs. Sure enough it was Joey but when I went to him I was kind of shocked.
He likes to play a game where if you jump in his direction he will go flat to the floor and have his legs spread out ready to pounce at you. When I reached the top of the steps he was doing this as if someone was playing with him. After spending 8 years with this dog, I know this is not normal. It was as if he saw something I did not.
Next Entry: Something touched me.