June 26, 2009
The Spirit of George Followed Me
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Sarah - Davidsville and Johnstown, Pennsylvania - August 1985 to
Present
My husband and I purchased a home and moved in in July of 1985. It was a
very old, and large house in an old mining town just a quarter mile down the
road from a four-lane highway -- there was no exit to highway, it just
bypassed our little town. The only two ways to get to this town were to turn
off the main road we were about a mile-and-a-half from. There were a lot of
houses on that road and three miles from the other main road with no houses
on it not until you got to the next mining town. This home was so large
because it was the company store and home of the store owner at the time the
mines were open and men were working there. The mining company has been gone
for years.
Two days after moving in, I went to the hospital for the birth of my second
child, my daughter. I heard a lot of noises right after we moved in, but I
thought it's just an old house, they make noise. Most of the noises were
made upon my lying down in bed at night. It took a few weeks for me to
realize that the noise I was hearing was my kitchen door closing. It was a
homemade door, made partly of wood and partly of metal, and it made a very
distinctive sound when it was closed. It also sounded as if someone were
walking through the hallways.
My husband worked the 11 PM to 7 AM shift, so the only time I could get him
to listen was on weekends. He would just say, "It's an old house, they make
noises," so I would lie down on my bed and when I would hear the kitchen
door shut, I got out of bed ran to the hallway just outside my bedroom, and
it felt and sounded as if someone had just walked past me, so I followed
him. He went to my son's bedroom door, to my daughter's bedroom door
stopping for just a few seconds, then would turn and walk back down the
hallway. He seemed to be gone as he got back to my bedroom door. I never saw
who or whatever it was, but I could hear it walking and feel its presence.
This happened every single night. It didn't scare me, but I would wait to
hear him as he was going through his routine before I would try to go to
sleep. Don't ask me why I think it's a "he," that's just what I feel. I even
gave him a name, "George," it just seemed to fit.
One night while sleeping, laying on my right side, I felt someone grab hold
of my shoulder and shake me pretty hard, as if maybe they were trying to
wake me. Thinking it was my 5 year-old son, I said, "Yes, honey, what do you
want?" He grabbed my shoulder again shaking me even harder. I quickly rolled
over asking what is it you want, but no one was there. I know I wasn't
dreaming, but I felt something was wrong. I got out of bed, went down the
hall, checked, and both children were in bed sleeping. I turned, went down
the hall, and out to the kitchen to get a drink when I saw a beam of light
shining through my window. I walked out into my family room and saw a light
shining into my sliding glass doors. Wondering what this was, I walked over
to a window looking out and I saw two police cars along the side of the
road, and a few police officers talking to one another, all of them holding
flashlights. I went out onto my porch, called to the police officers to find
out what was going on. The police officers told me a neighbor had called in
about a prowler. Another neighbor claimed someone had slashed the tires on
her car, and then ran off up the road. The police were trying to find the
person. I went back into the house thinking that George wanted to let me
know something was going on outside.
There was another time I was awakened from my sleep by a loud banging sound.
As usual, I would go to my kids to see if they were okay, then to my window
in my family room to look out. I saw several neighbors standing in front of
another neighbor's house. Upon questioning the neighbors, I found that a
neighbor had arrived home, was jumped by four people, and had been beaten up
and left lying in his driveway. A neighbor heard his calls for help and
called the police. Again I went into my house thinking George was letting me
know something was going on.
I did do someone research and found that this house was a little larger
years ago than it is currently. Apparently a section of the old store was
removed by people who had purchased the house from the old store owner. The
intention was to make the front yard larger. The door I call the kitchen
door is the door that once separated the store from the living section. The
room I called my bedroom was the store's office. I began thinking that at
night when George made his rounds he was in fact closing the store, then
going to check on his family before going to his office. I also found that
the store owner did die in the house, unexpectedly. That may be why he's
still there. I lived in that house for 20 years and did remodeling.
While we were gutting and remodeling the bathroom, a lot of little things
happened. I would hear the cabinet doors in my kitchen open and slam shut, I
would walk out to the kitchen, and no one was there. I got out of bed one
morning thinking before the kids get up I'll have a cup of coffee. I made a
pot and had a cup with milk. I went and took a shower, and was glad the kids
were still sleeping. I went to the kitchen to have another cup of coffee,
but the milk was not in the refrigerator. Thinking I put it somewhere else,
I looked in the cabinets, looked again in the refrigerator, but did not find
it. I remember saying, "Okay, George, it's not funny." I shrugged it off and
went to get dressed. After the kids got up, I fed and dressed them, and put
them in front of the TV to watch cartoons. I went to the basement to do some
laundry and to my surprise I found my carton of milk sitting on the table
that I used to fold my laundry on. I explained I had only been to the
bathroom and the bedrooms earlier. I looked around and told George, "It's
not funny, knock it off." I moved out of this house four years ago. The last
time I was in that house I looked around and said out loud, "Well, George,
this is it. I really hate to leave this house and you but, I have to. I'll
miss you, wish I could take you with me, but I guess I can't." And I left.
Almost immediately after moving into my new house I began to notice strange
little things happening. It would take a while to tell you all these little
things, so I'll just stick with one big one for now. My house is a one-floor
ranch style. There is a small hallway off the kitchen that leads to the
bedrooms and bathroom. I had just laid down in bed when I heard a loud crash
from the kitchen. I got up and went to the kitchen to see what it was. I
have a hutch that my microwave sits on, and there were shelves above it
where I kept things. I looked on the floor in front of the hutch and I saw
an ink pen. I looked around, but saw nothing else on the floor, and thought
that was a lot of noise just for an ink pen. My daughter even got out of bed
to see what was wrong. I told her, she shrugged, laughed, and said it must
me George. I went back to bed. My window was open, I heard a lot of noise
coming from outside, like the garbage cans being knocked around. I went to
another window where I could see them, and I was shocked at what I saw. I
saw a bear, a very large bear, and two cubs. I called to my daughter so she
could see them, woke my son out of bed too. We were all surprised to see
them. We watched them for a while. When we finally went to bed I remember
thinking that's my George, he got my attention so I could see there was
something outside. I really do believe George came with me. I don't know why
or how, but there's just too many things like that happening. Is that
possible for a ghost to leave one place and go to another? I think that's
more likely than my moving into a second house with a ghost in it.