Dman
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"Haunted House" Treasures
The following is a story a friend of mine told me:
My metal detecting buddy, Jack, and I got permission to hunt the old “Haunted House,” at 913 Elm Street, in my parents’ home town. The man who owed the house said we could hunt the grounds surrounding the house as well as the house itself.
This is a little background on the house:
The house was built in 1890 by a young married couple. They had one son. When the United States entered the First World War, both the father and his son went to join the war. Both were killed during this action. When the wife found out about their deaths, she went quietly insane with grief. In 1921, she hung herself in the kitchen.
My friend and I got to the house about 7:00 A.M. We immediately began hunting the grounds. Jack and I hunted for about one hour and I was not finding much while he was finding a few old coins. Leaving my detector on the porch, I decided to look around inside the house. Aside from dust and spider webs, there was not much to see. I started in the living room. Each room I looked into was empty. I went into the kitchen, looked around and it was also empty. When I started to leave, I noticed part of the back splash had come loose behind the sink. I could see something behind the crack created behind it. Since the owner said we could look inside and outside of the house, I pulled on the back splash. When it came off, I could see a small old dark leather bag in the opening. Excitedly, I pulled the dusty bag out and it was a change purse. It had some weight to it and I could feel something inside. I opened it and poured the contents out onto the counter. There were thirteen coins, all dated 1913.
I hurried outside to show Jack my lucky find. I saw him standing on the sidewalk staring at the house. He had turned off his detector. I showed him the coins. He said this hunting site was just wrong, that it gave him the creeps. He then did something that I had never seen anyone do before. He went back into the yard, dug a hole, then took all his finds, which included some nice silver coins and relics, and reburied them. He told me to get rid of my finds. He ran to his car and left in a hurry.
I did not believe in ghosts, nor was I superstitious. After retrieving my detector, I took the change purse and walked to my truck. When I got there my left front tire was flat. I threw the change purse on the seat and spent the next thirty minutes changing the tire. I got in my truck to leave and it wouldn’t start. I called my wife to come and bring jumper cables. Immediately after I hung up with my wife, Jack called and said a deer ran across the road in front of him. He had swerved to miss the doe and was stuck in a ditch. He asked me to come and pull him out. I told him what had happened to my truck and he begged me to take the purse back into the house and get rid of it. I still didn’t believe in ghosts but by then, I was starting to feel spooked.
My wife pulled up in her car. She got out and asked me what was going on. I was explaining to her what had happened when she pointed over my shoulder at the house and asked who the woman was staring at us out the window. I glanced at the window and thought I saw something but I dismissed it as a play on shadow and light. I asked her to get her camera and take a picture of the change purse. When I started to open it she screamed and said for me not to open it. She said she was afraid to look inside. By this time she was shaking and I was shaking. I am 54 years old and have never been so scared in my life. I decided I had to put the change purse back. I went back into the house and ran back to the kitchen. I could feel something close by and it wasn’t a good feeling. I stashed to change purse back into the hiding place and pushed the backsplash into place. I wish I could say I was brave, but when I heard a voice say “Get OUT!” I ran out as fast as my legs would carry me.
When I got outside to my wife, we grabbed each other and held on for dear life. I had turned white as a sheet. My cell phone rang and it was Jack telling me some football players from the high school had drove up out of thin air to push his car out of the ditch, so he didn’t need my help after all. I got in my truck and turned the ignition. It started right up. That was the creepiest thing to ever happen to me. To this day when I drive by that house, I can still see a woman at the kitchen window.
The following is a story a friend of mine told me:
My metal detecting buddy, Jack, and I got permission to hunt the old “Haunted House,” at 913 Elm Street, in my parents’ home town. The man who owed the house said we could hunt the grounds surrounding the house as well as the house itself.
This is a little background on the house:
The house was built in 1890 by a young married couple. They had one son. When the United States entered the First World War, both the father and his son went to join the war. Both were killed during this action. When the wife found out about their deaths, she went quietly insane with grief. In 1921, she hung herself in the kitchen.
My friend and I got to the house about 7:00 A.M. We immediately began hunting the grounds. Jack and I hunted for about one hour and I was not finding much while he was finding a few old coins. Leaving my detector on the porch, I decided to look around inside the house. Aside from dust and spider webs, there was not much to see. I started in the living room. Each room I looked into was empty. I went into the kitchen, looked around and it was also empty. When I started to leave, I noticed part of the back splash had come loose behind the sink. I could see something behind the crack created behind it. Since the owner said we could look inside and outside of the house, I pulled on the back splash. When it came off, I could see a small old dark leather bag in the opening. Excitedly, I pulled the dusty bag out and it was a change purse. It had some weight to it and I could feel something inside. I opened it and poured the contents out onto the counter. There were thirteen coins, all dated 1913.
I hurried outside to show Jack my lucky find. I saw him standing on the sidewalk staring at the house. He had turned off his detector. I showed him the coins. He said this hunting site was just wrong, that it gave him the creeps. He then did something that I had never seen anyone do before. He went back into the yard, dug a hole, then took all his finds, which included some nice silver coins and relics, and reburied them. He told me to get rid of my finds. He ran to his car and left in a hurry.
I did not believe in ghosts, nor was I superstitious. After retrieving my detector, I took the change purse and walked to my truck. When I got there my left front tire was flat. I threw the change purse on the seat and spent the next thirty minutes changing the tire. I got in my truck to leave and it wouldn’t start. I called my wife to come and bring jumper cables. Immediately after I hung up with my wife, Jack called and said a deer ran across the road in front of him. He had swerved to miss the doe and was stuck in a ditch. He asked me to come and pull him out. I told him what had happened to my truck and he begged me to take the purse back into the house and get rid of it. I still didn’t believe in ghosts but by then, I was starting to feel spooked.
My wife pulled up in her car. She got out and asked me what was going on. I was explaining to her what had happened when she pointed over my shoulder at the house and asked who the woman was staring at us out the window. I glanced at the window and thought I saw something but I dismissed it as a play on shadow and light. I asked her to get her camera and take a picture of the change purse. When I started to open it she screamed and said for me not to open it. She said she was afraid to look inside. By this time she was shaking and I was shaking. I am 54 years old and have never been so scared in my life. I decided I had to put the change purse back. I went back into the house and ran back to the kitchen. I could feel something close by and it wasn’t a good feeling. I stashed to change purse back into the hiding place and pushed the backsplash into place. I wish I could say I was brave, but when I heard a voice say “Get OUT!” I ran out as fast as my legs would carry me.
When I got outside to my wife, we grabbed each other and held on for dear life. I had turned white as a sheet. My cell phone rang and it was Jack telling me some football players from the high school had drove up out of thin air to push his car out of the ditch, so he didn’t need my help after all. I got in my truck and turned the ignition. It started right up. That was the creepiest thing to ever happen to me. To this day when I drive by that house, I can still see a woman at the kitchen window.
