reply to post by Vasa Croe
This all happend around 1998. I was a single father of a 3 yo little boy, Brandon. I also had a girlfriend with 3 children of her own. Ages 1,3 and 6.
We decided to find a house to rent together. Both of us were working full time and thought it was affordable. I worked as a police officer on
midnigjt shift. She was a clerk for the courts.
We finally found a place towards the beginning of fall. It was a cute 2 story house that was recently renovated. According the the NEW owners,
(husband & wife) the upstairs was closed off for decades due to a fire that gutted it. These people were the first to re-open it since the fire. The
renovations were beautifully done. This is now a 4 bedroom house with a full bath and large dine-in kitchen. We had 2 bedrooms on first floor and 2
upstairs. The three yougest shared the 2 upstairs. My son had his own, the first you come to up the stairs. You have to walk through his to get to the
other where the 2 young shared a room.
In my son's room was access to the acctic, but was in the wall. You could pop off this panel and crawl inside.
Shortly after moving in we staryed to notice sounds that were unexplainable, such as kids toys moving about when no kids are upstairs and the sounds
of an adult's footsteps coming from the kitchen. These were usually preceded by the back door opening and closing by itself.
After all this started, my son developed an imaginary friend named Reese. An odd name for a 3 year old to make up. He would tell me how Reese's daddy
was mean to him. His descriptions became more detailed as days went on. Then he told me that Reese's daddy pushed him down the stairs and Reese was
hurt "real bad" Again, so much detail for a 3 year old. So leads to "The Event" that changed everything.
One evening we were all asleep and was awaken to blood curdling scream coming from my son's room. My girlfriend and I ran up stairs, flipping onevery
light. We find my son huddled up in the corner of his room, terrified and pointing to the attic access. He was so shaken and had a scratch by his
right eye that was trickling blood. Once we were able to calm him, he said to us that a bad man came out of the attic and scratched him! I retrieved
my gun and flashlight and cautiously entered the attic. You could only crawl in there. I found nothing, though it smelled like mildew and smoke. Not
suprising since it was the floor that was gutted by the fire.
So smaller events continued like toy moving and footsteps in the kitchen. Brandon continued to play with Reese. I called upon my investigative skills
and located a previous tenant. This lady's name was Mrs. James. I explained where I live and she immediately said, " Oh my god, what happend". I
told her the story and she shared one of her own.
Keep in mind, Mrs. James is in her 80's. She said that she lived there with her now deceased husband and small children. She told me that her son
slept in the very room where Brandon was attacked. She described a frightenly similar story where her and her husband awke to screams and found their
son huddle up in a corner with a swelled eye. He said a man came from the wall and punched him! She continued to tell me that the house was evil ever
since the little boy died in their. Little boy!
So I asked what happend. She said that some years before they lived there, a family resided there. This was well before the fire that destroyed the
upstairs. There was a little boy of 4 years old that had a fatal accident. Apparently there used to be a fire escape on the second floor. He
allegedly fell down these steps and was killed! Can anyone guess what his name was? That's right, Reese!
So I believe the renovations that were done stirred the spirits, ghost or whatever and that we uncovered an unsolved homicide. After researching
further, the family of Reese has since passed away as well, I'm sure dad had a one way bus ticket to hell.
The story above is completey true and accurate to the best of my first hand knowledge. We were there about 4 months before breaking the lease and
getting the hell out of there! The landlord had no questions as to why. I believe they knew.