Ghost Stories

Apple Pie

My family movedlast October into a Queen Anne victorian house that was built in1894. The previous owners swore there were no violent deaths inthe house (required by Texas law to divulge that info these days!)Actually, they claimed there were no ghosts that they were awareof either.

Two days after we put the Christmas tree up in the foyer, it wasknocked over while my husband & I were at work & our sonwas at school. We lost all of our antique glass Christmasornaments that were on the tree, many were family heirlooms. Wewere lucky the tree didn't fall when the space heater across theroom was lit. I guess she didn't like where we put the tree &she didn't want her house to accidentally burn down. I just wishshe'd made herself clear the day before I put all the ornamentson the tree. Yes, we think our ghost is female, and I'm stillupset about my ornaments.

Very frequently last winter, I would smell apple pies baking, youknow the strong smell of cloves & cinnamon - I haven't evenhad any cloves in the house yet & I haven't baked an applepie in 4 or 5 years.

A couple of days later, we had an open house & the wife ofone of the guys my husband works with swore we had more than onespirit in the house. There are photos of the people who built thehouse, hanging in the stairwell. Someone made the comment at theopen house that she (the wife) was homely. So my husband spoutedoff also saying that she was ugly & that she had no right toknock our tree over & break the ornaments.

Not long after that, my husband was taking a bath in the upstairsbathroom (he's too tall for the claw foot tub downstairs).Anyway, he heard the door to the bathroom opening while he wassoaking. His thought it was our son messing with him, so hehollered him. Our son was not upstairs, he was not even in thehouse. And, then my husband heard the bathroom door close andfootsteps running down the hallway.

Then, one day they were watching TV and the dog (a cocker spaniel)went nuts barking. My husband followed her into our bedroom. Thebedroom door (which normally tends to open & stay open - hasto be pulled tight to latch as a rule) slammed shut and the doglay down & hid her face with her paws & whimpered.

One of our pictures from Christmas morning shows a light blobwhere no light was present in the room in the pre-dawn (you knowhow kids get you up early to open presents.)

My husband apologized for calling the lady "ugly". Andthe "incidents" have stopped except for the apple piesmells (which we don't mind cause it smells good) and the dogbarking at nothing we can see. We won't put the Christmas tree inthe same spot this year - it will go in the cupola instead.

It's been interesting. We're hoping to do some more research onthe house. I just found out recently it was empty for 25 years.The previous owners had it for 30. And the ones before that forabout 6 years. We're the fourth family.