My aunt and (until about 20 years ago) her husband and children lived on the property and built and lived in a house farther back on the property, which is the one referenced by many people on this blog (most recently ‘MGD’). While living there, my great aunt and uncle began to be tormented by people breaking in and vandalizing. People set things on fire and destroyed quite a bit. During her career, my great aunt did nothing but try to help the community. (She is even referenced in a communications textbook for her efforts.) They also fostered stray dogs, which is why I would imagine people see things related to dogs, like chains, etc.
The vandalism kept them up most nights and it got to the point where they were calling the cops endlessly and even chasing around people with shotguns to try to get them off the property. I’m not saying chasing people around with shotguns was necessarily the right way to handle things, but my point is that people were making them miserable nonstop.

As of about 20yrs ago, it has just been my great aunt living on the property. Let me repeat myself though in case some of you missed that: there is a woman in her 80s who owns and still lives on this property. She still calls the cops and shoos people when she can, but after years of nonstop torture there’s only so much an 80yr old woman can do.
Eventually when she dies, the property is most likely going to be truned into a subdivision and the ‘haunted’ barn and house will be torn down. Most of your kids won’t even know this place was thought to be haunted. I guess I’ve accepted that if it’s been going on for this long my plea won’t make any of you become more respectful, but I’m hoping that some of you will read this and realize that our community has done nothing but torture this poor woman for years – a woman who spent her career trying to help the very people that keep breaking in and vandalizing.

From what I’ve been told by the people that lived and spent much of their childhood living and playing on the property and in the barn and house there is no reason for anyone to think this place is haunted. I’ve been trying to contact people to send me any newspaper clippings of the supposed murders, but have come up short every time. (If you think you have something though feel free to send me a digital file at emilie_92588@yahoo.com)

If you want the opinion of someone very familiar with the property, it’s not haunted. If you’re one of those people who don’t want to believe that, out of respect for the woman still living there you should just leave it alone. There’s honestly nothing to see – just a dark area at night that your imaginations like to have fun with.

As you walk up to the house you will notice tons of newspapers lying there. They are rather recent. The car is filled to the top with newspapers and is broken down so I wouldn’t be concerned of someone getting in it and chasing you out.

I’m not sure if you can still make it in, but we use to be abel to go through the side garage door. The garage is full of things but there is a path that leads to the stairs into the house. You will not fall through despite what people tell you. We have had five kids up there at the same time.

The kitchen is disgusting and at one time there was a manican head sittin gon the tabel. Do not let this alarm you. The house is actually really cool. There are a lot of old clothing and if your local you can find some old high school band awards. There are also yearbooks inside of the house. We were never able to find one with the people was assumed lived there, but there were a few from one guy. We name the farthest room on the right hand side after him.

The house is more interesting rather than scary. It can be insanely terrifying if you make it that way. There are tons of things thrown everywhere and bareley any room to walk.

The last time I was there was the only time I ever encountered what I would consider a haunting. Something ahd moved in the garage and a friend of mine went completely insnane. She was crying hysterically and no one knew what she was saying. Some friends of mine took her out and back to the car, but I proceded upstairs. I had gone into a room, looking for something we had lost, (which we never found) and saw the bathroom door close.

There were other kids we didn’t know outside so I immediately figured on of them was in there playing a prank. No one was there when we checked so we hihgtailed it out of there.

My friend was not okay that night. She says it was jsut a bad feeling and a panack attack, but to this day I swear a ghost had gotten a hold of her. She was the most vulnerable and who ever did not want us there was letting us know.

I haven’t been back sine, but I think I’m going to before halloween.

Also, check out the cemtery near by…there are some cool stories that lurk there to!

HAVE A GREAT DAY~