When we lived in New Bedford, our family resided in a historical home located on Cottage Street, built in the year 1883 for a man named William P. Booth, who was employed by the House of Corrections as an Officer. He lived in the house until his death sixteen years later. The house remained vacant until Adeline M. Cornell, a dress maker, acquired it in 1907. She resided alone in the home for twenty years until her death at which time Fredrick and Agnes Dexter moved into the house, only to move out just a year later. In 1928 Charles and Sylvia Dunham acquired the home and lived there for nearly twenty-seven years and after which the house was occupied and vacated by a number of people until we occupied it in July of 2008.
During our time in the house we experienced
During our time in the house we experienced
numerous paranormal activities though I would not discount the fact that we frequently practiced Witchcraft and held Wiccan Rituals not only in the house but in the backyard as well. Our children experienced odd occurrences during our years in the house and often family and friends who stayed overnight would tell us of strange dreams or noises they encountered during the early morning hours. After a member from a local paranormal group came to visit our home and do a quick investigation, I was informed that there was the potential that a vortex was located within the house either in the dining room or upstairs hallway outside of the master bedroom. The information validated my own beliefs concerning our home and the presence of vortexes.
I was familiar with the concept of energy vortexes being a point where a helical or spiraling motion or vibration of energy is concentrated. They usually form around areas of low pressure, which are created naturally by the shifting of the planet or by traumatic emotional events transpired by human beings, such as war. The low pressure attracts, pulls, and drags more energy from both the physical and non-physical realms towards its center creating a portal between the realms. After living in the house for only a year I understood that though the general energy of the house was pleasant there had been some uncomfortable emotional events that had transpired within the building and that we were not the only beings that resided there. There were three profound events that illustrated this to me; my daughter being possessed by “an old man”, the night I was yanked, and the young boy running up the stairs.
I don’t remember exactly how long we had been living in the house when my daughter was possessed and it wasn’t a long-term event, it lasted minutes, but it was the most disturbing event we encountered. My daughter doesn’t remember it and when we questioned her the morning after the experience she didn’t have a memory of it so it was difficult to really understand why it occurred and it never reoccurred. My daughter had gone to bed her usual time, which was around eight o’clock in the evening and my husband and I went to bed around eleven. While we were undressing and going through our usual routine, my daughter opened our bedroom door and peeked in. My husband had already gotten into bed and could see her as she leaned into the room. I was at the dresser, which was behind the door and could only partially see her expression. My husband described her as being hunched over with a pinched face, like an old man. She didn’t ask us or speak to us, but sort of looked around the room then exited. I followed her curious to see where she was going. She proceeded into the hallway, walked to the top of the stairs, paused as she glanced down to the first floor, then turned around paused at our son’s bedroom door, then walked back to her own bedroom and climbed into bed. She didn’t attempt anything outlandish or harmful, but the event left us uncomfortable. I cleansed her room the next morning and ensured that she was performing her nightly spell.
You can read about my experience with being yanked HERE.
You can read about my experience with the young boyHERE.
We lived in that house for ten years and although I didn't record every moment of strangeness we encountered I do have some blog entries where I do share some of our experiences. The following are links to the blog entries I could track down:
- The Lady In White
- Suzanne, My Night Visitor
- Paranormal Activity
- Three's NOT Company
I was familiar with the concept of energy vortexes being a point where a helical or spiraling motion or vibration of energy is concentrated. They usually form around areas of low pressure, which are created naturally by the shifting of the planet or by traumatic emotional events transpired by human beings, such as war. The low pressure attracts, pulls, and drags more energy from both the physical and non-physical realms towards its center creating a portal between the realms. After living in the house for only a year I understood that though the general energy of the house was pleasant there had been some uncomfortable emotional events that had transpired within the building and that we were not the only beings that resided there. There were three profound events that illustrated this to me; my daughter being possessed by “an old man”, the night I was yanked, and the young boy running up the stairs.
I don’t remember exactly how long we had been living in the house when my daughter was possessed and it wasn’t a long-term event, it lasted minutes, but it was the most disturbing event we encountered. My daughter doesn’t remember it and when we questioned her the morning after the experience she didn’t have a memory of it so it was difficult to really understand why it occurred and it never reoccurred. My daughter had gone to bed her usual time, which was around eight o’clock in the evening and my husband and I went to bed around eleven. While we were undressing and going through our usual routine, my daughter opened our bedroom door and peeked in. My husband had already gotten into bed and could see her as she leaned into the room. I was at the dresser, which was behind the door and could only partially see her expression. My husband described her as being hunched over with a pinched face, like an old man. She didn’t ask us or speak to us, but sort of looked around the room then exited. I followed her curious to see where she was going. She proceeded into the hallway, walked to the top of the stairs, paused as she glanced down to the first floor, then turned around paused at our son’s bedroom door, then walked back to her own bedroom and climbed into bed. She didn’t attempt anything outlandish or harmful, but the event left us uncomfortable. I cleansed her room the next morning and ensured that she was performing her nightly spell.
You can read about my experience with being yanked HERE.
You can read about my experience with the young boyHERE.
We lived in that house for ten years and although I didn't record every moment of strangeness we encountered I do have some blog entries where I do share some of our experiences. The following are links to the blog entries I could track down:
- The Lady In White
- Suzanne, My Night Visitor
- Paranormal Activity
- Three's NOT Company
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