I have also said, and it's probably on here somewhere, that this house sits on a curse of some sort. I may not have said it like that, but, I have decided that's what it must be. I have also said, over and over again, that whatever 'it' was that made that person in 1912 take an axe and end the lives of two adults and six innocent children, is still there waiting. Yep. And this stabbing does NOT prove my claim. This isn't it. This isn't what 'it' wants. Maybe it's getting stronger though. It want's blood, death and horror. I don't give two shits who thinks I'm crazy. I accidentally spent the night in that fucking place alone (long story, on here somewhere, I'll tell it again if you're interested) and I met the spirit that has claimed that place. It is not Human and it bothers me a lot. Yep. It fucked with my head. It fucks with a lot of people's heads, which is why it's such a popular spot for para investigators, professional and amature. You can tour it in the daytime for a few bucks or for more bucks, you can rent it out for a night or a whole weekend. Unsupervised. You and your friends can do whatever you want in there. Sounds fun, doesn't it? Ordinarily, I think ghost hunting is good clean fun and great way to spend time. But, not here. Look (HERE) at the faces of the victims.
I'm in a chatty/typy mood, but, I will not waste much more of my time on this house. If you like the spooky, like I do, it's a good place to look up and read about. There are two movies about it, that I know of. And documentaries. Oh, and it was featured on 'The Scariest Places On Earth', with Linda Blair narrating. Remember her in The Exorcist? She is so cute and has that cute spooky voice. Anyway.. There are also many films of it on You Tube, some showing real paranormal activity. I know they're real. Because I saw it too. But, somehow, that night, when I was all alone in the dark (no electricity in the old place) I got some sort of a handle on what is there. Now, it makes me totally sick and chilled to see the visitors 'playing' with the children's ghosts. Oh, yes. The ghost children will open and close their closet door for you (as if on cue) almost any time you ask and you can film it. The ghost children will play ball with you, rolling it back and forth. The slant of the old wooden floors makes no never mind, they can even roll it uphill or over bumps. There are quite a few toys and books there, people have left for the dead children. Many of them antiques. The whole place is filled with things the Moore family would have had in 1912. Interesting place.
BUT..I'll tell you, like I tell anyone who asks me around here...leave it alone. Just leave it alone. If you HAVE to see it for yourself, go on the day tour. Do not be there at night. It gets stronger at night. It is waiting to exploit another weak person and it will find one. Weak of mind, confused, mentally ill, unbalanced, on drugs or drunk, bi-polar maybe? Do not go in that house. The murders WILL happen again someday. It is waiting. Don't let yourself be in that house when it happens. And by the way, those ARE not the ghosts of children playing with people. That is the imposter. I know. He did it to me too. I stayed in Lena and Ina's room. I slept in their bed. They were the last to die and they were not sleeping. There's more, but, that's enough for now. Just be like Alissa. She has a teenage aunt in that town. They're close and she sometimes spends the night with her aunt. They have to walk past this house to go swimming. I told her fine, just stay across the street. I made her swear to me on all the family she loves that she would NEVER step foot in this house of horror. I could see in her eyes that she meant it when she said she'd never be talked into going in there by anybody. Never. I wish I had never seen the inside of it myself. So pretty, so historic...so goddamn evil. And, trust me, it's not finished. It is just waiting for the right time and the right person..then the horror will repeat.
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Normally I ignore paranormal stuff as hoaxes or the imaginings of gullible people but your comments about things like this freak me the hell out because I believe you.
When I saw the news report of the guy stabbing himself I was curious and did a quick Google search of the house for some history. I settled on the WIKI account. Thanks for posting the link to the family photos...that was not something I found on my own and made the original story all the more sad. Faces with names always do.
I'm way more interested in your account of what happened there - and how in the HELL did you end up in that place anyway?
-T
I remember you had said you spent the night there but I thought it was intentional and I didn't know you were alone. You have to tell how you accidentally got stuck there over night and why alone?
I've seen so many shows and articles on this house and no one has ever said it was a hoax.
On the outside, it looks like such a nice house. And it looks like it is well kept inside and out. Does the owner of the house make enough money on it to keep it nice?
The article said that the neighbor kids were buried in the local cemetery but it doesn't say where the Moores are buried. Are they in the same cemetery?
Has Lis ever said she sensed anything when she passes the house?
Does burning it to the ground will help it? Tell more about your night there! Tell us about it!
Xoxo
Simone
I would like to hear how you came to spend the night there, alone, too. Also, what happened. It sounds completely creepy. Reading the articles on the website, I kept looking around behind myself.
It's horrifying that these people were murdered in their beds, and that no-one will ever know who did it.
A couple of the candidates listed on the website seem to have strong possibilities, but only a couple.
It's very strange to me, that the town is still aligned with different theories about who committed this crime. It just seems odd that those feelings would persist, today.
I admit to being a weenie. I couldn't make myself look at the virtual tour, and the single-picture view into the basement really creeped me out.
Christina
Frim, it is no hoax. The only people who call it a hoax are those few who are not sensitive. It gives them nothing..and it enjoys that. For those of us who are strongly sensitive, it can play. And play it does. It sucks people into an imaginary web, where they hear innocent children asking to play or read to them. They are NOT children. They are "him' sucking you in, getting you closer. He is looking for a real weakness he can exploit.
Christina and Simone (I love the name Simone) I have read all their theories and I believe they are wrong. I believe an old man came through town looking for work. He had a thing for young adolescent girls. He never played on it, he believed god would cure him. I believe that night, he hid, because he simply wanted to see Lena ans Ina underess though their window. That was as close as he wanted to get. THe thing in the house spotted him. The old man was weak of mind. He had serious mental problems and no medication back then. Perfect prey
to the thing that was watching.
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Nah I wasn't saying this was a hoax. I was saying the opposite, in fact. Most paranormal stories are imaginings and/or hoaxes. When YOU talk about it though, I believe you. I sent you images taken at an abandoned farm house a few years ago. I knew if the ethereal images in the pictures were fake you would say so, but if they were real you would know it also. You, I trust.
I believe most things are explainable. We used to attribute illnesses to spirits when we didn't understand how to diagnose things. The Bermuda Triangle is more likely about methanated air and/or water caused by underwater landslides messing up our instruments and causing havoc with navigation and water displacement properties.
On the other hand I think it's arrogant of humans to dismiss it outright. How do we know what other dimensions there are in which life can exist? I just think it's very rare when it actually happens and if you're saying you know it's happened, I believe you.
I also don't think paranormal activity is fun or entertaining. It's deadly serious when it's genuine and we as humans underestimate that seriousness and danger. I believe you when you say you know something. I believe it in the 'hair standing up on the back of my neck shuddering' kind of belief.
I also want to hear your story about being in this house over night. Then again...
Short version. I had been invited by the owners to come to a banquet dinner at the town bank and read cards to raise money to rebuild the barn the Moores would have had in their time. His idea was, he could put bathrooms in it for visitors staying all night. That way he could keep the house original. I agreed. I always agree to community work when asked.
I dressed appropriately for a banquet, which included political figures and a NYC film crew. The owner was unhappy with me for not dressing like a 'witch'. I had on a floor length black, long sleeved dress and heels. To please him I got a large black lace scarf from the car and used it as a wrap. I took my hair down from my usual bun and shook it out and let it hang nearly to my butt. I also had some strange large silver earring in my purse and I put those on. And red lipstick. Now he seemed pleased to introduce me to his crowd. I sat down in the bank banquet hall and ate a wonderful classy dinner and managed to use all the correct forks. When the uniformed bussers had cleared, I figured I would be put to work. Instead he insisted we all see the house. WTF? more..
He had busses ready to take the large crowd to the house. It was dark by then. We got there and he lit a gas lantern and told us all to follow him. When he unlocked the front door, he said, he wanted me to go in first. Fine. I went in with the film crew behind me. That is the last I remember until I came to in the pantry with my arms held high. They said I went straight to this panrty and communicated with something. I was confused,I had never been in this house, much less in total darkness. How did I find the pantry? THe film crew said the communication was awesome and frightening and ask my to sign a release to use it in the movie. I said no, no thank you. I don't know what happened in there. The pantry is a portal, I was later told. Portals mean shit to me and I don't need the world to see me acting crazy. It's scary to be used by the spirits and have no memory of it. I wanted out. I wanted to go back to the bank and read cards, like I promised.
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But, no. He thought it would be much more interesting and profitable to read IN the house. There were too many important people to throw a fit in front of, so I agreed. Lena and Ina's little front bedroom was the only place I could breathe. The house is oppressive. So, I read cards for people and more people. So many many people. After they had toured the murder house and had their cards read, they slowly left. My energy was so drained by the readings and fighting the energy interfearance in that house, I began to loose consciousness. They thought I was sleepy. They covered me on Lena and Ina's bed and left me there. To sleep for the night. I was alone and I woke up. They told me later, they left a gas lamp going for me. It was out. So was the moon, I could see. I could hear too. Alone in that..that..place, I decided to face it and figure out who it was that called me in such sweet voices. Through the piano room, up the narrow stairs, into the attic. That's where I found him/it. Making all the voices. The mimic. When he knew I was there, he came close ans ROARED in my ear. Instinct caused me to turn and roar back. I flashed my camera all over the house, caught a few things. But, once It revealed itself, I knew what it wanted and I wanted out. I calmly left through the unlocked front door. I walked in a daze all the way back to the bank and got in my car and drove the 16 miles home. I was not right for a week. Nothing was real or right. It took time, magik and meditation to make things right again. That place is a darkness that has never been human. It is ancient. It wants to kill. It wants YOU to kill. Leave it alone. Just leave it alone.
I don't even know what to say to that story, except that it scares the living shit out of me.
Exactly and there's no rationale for explaining it away as something else.
Thank you for the additional detail, this is really a great story.
Have you ever been to the Lizzie Borden house in Fall River MA? That's another place that's just plain creepy.
-T
No, I tend to avoid murder houses. Probably, I would never again encounter anything like this thing, but, I don't want to take the chance. When I am doing psychic inspections for people, I get some creeps once in a blue. But, they have been human. That is very different.
PS, that is why child ghosts freak me out. It's just wrong somehow and I can't explain that.
PPS, let me tell you a real thing about the Villisca House that they don't like to talk about. In 1912 they didn't have good refridgeration, so it was not uncommon to store things which were slow to go bad in a cool closet or bedroom. Ina and Lena's room has a North wall. They stored a large package of salted bacon there. The killer (it is assumed) jacked off into the bacon while those girls were in there. You tell me why he did that?
I read in one of the internet accounts about the bacon discovered near the axe/murder weapon. The account I read did not mention that he jacked off on it...but demented people do some very strange things.
I think I have a ghost here. I moved to this house in Michigan a year ago and (she?) seems attracted to a wooden giraffe statue that I have as decoration. (she?) moves it so it's facing the wall.
My dog also seems to sense her - it's interesting to watch him.
I say my ghost is a "her" because the owner of this house before me was an elderly lady that died. She did not die in the house (that I know of) but she did live here alone.
At any rate, my ghost is not mean nor has it done anything to lead me to believe that it's evil or demonic. I'd have someone come in and sage the place but so far I'm happy living here with her.
-T
You have such amazing stories, Pat.
Truly horrifying that whatever it was and probably still is, is mimicking children. Playing innocent.
I am curious why you have the theory about the transient who liked little girls. Did it give you a glimpse of that, or an image or something?
It disgusts me that the owner wanted you to dress up as a "witch". Seriously? Did he just assume you would think it was Halloween, or something? It also upsets me that they left you there to sleep in that lower bedroom. Obviously the owner really didn't have any concept of what you were going through. The reality of it, I mean. That must have been so scarey to kind-of wake up in the pantry, and not remember, and then, later, wake up in those little girls' bed, alone. It makes me sad that you were left there as if it was nothing, and had to walk all the way back to your car, and then drive home. That makes my heart hurt a little. He used you for entertainment, and then tossed you aside. What an jerk.
I did watch one of the virtual tours of the place, by someone who said he was going to spend the night there. I didn't think I would be able to do it, but I watched most of it. He lingered too much in areas, so I had to speed through a little. Things like that scare the crap out of me.
Christina
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