My friends rent the Hansen House, which is located on the corner of Crescent Avenue and Oriental Avenue. It is part of the property that St. John’s Episcopal Church owns. Along with the main house, there are two small cottages that also are part of the same property. The house has five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room, a dining room, kitchen and study. They also have a beautiful porch that wraps around half of the house a portion of which is screened so that the bugs aren’t a bother. Christian Hanson who was one of the first resident carpenters of Fisher’s Island built the house in the 1880’s. He was born in Denmark in 1847 and arrived on the island in 1878. He built the house for the Fox family who were the owners of the island at the time the house was built. He also built St. John Episcopal Church (1881), his own residence (1879) and many of the other cottages still found on the island. Christian Hanson died in 1915 and is buried in the Church cemetery.
This visit it seemed as if some of the entities were a little more determined to get my attention or maybe it was that I noticed them more because I was less distracted by my family’s presence. I slept in the same room I did last year, the front bedroom on the right across from the upstairs bathroom. The room was set up a little differently but otherwise it had a familiar energy to it. I experienced a lot of spiritual activity: glimpses of ethereal substances in my peripheral vision that when directly looked on dissipated, shadows that didn’t seem to “belong” where they were, and feelings of being accompanied by an unseen presence. Nothing at all felt negative.
The first night I was there I was getting comfortable in the bed I had my first personal encounter. I had the sensation of someone grabbing my foot and pulling me. I sat up a few times but instinctively knew there was no one physically present in the room with me. After a few times of kicking away the invisible hands, I firmly stated, “No.” and I was left alone to rest.
The following evening I settled into bed only to be visited again by a presence but this time he appeared in my “dream”. I was pleased that there was no grabbing this time. My visitor was a young (late 20s early 30s) handsome male with short dark hair and a moustache. He wore casual Edwardian era clothing (1900-1920): shirt, vest, trousers, and some sort of necktie. He spoke to me and I was very interested in what he had to tell me but when I awoke I couldn’t remember what he had said. The next morning my friend and I searched the internet and a book on the history of Fisher’s Island looking for a photograph of my visitor but I didn’t recognize him in any of the photos that were available. I don’t believe he lived in the house but instead was a resident of the island and was just there to speak with me because I had made myself available.
The next few evenings I tried to invite my visitor back so that I could continue our interactions but he didn’t show up. I was disappointed, as I wanted to learn what he had told me the previous night that I was unable to remember.
Thursday night proved to be the most active night for me. It had been rather humid and hot in the upstairs bedroom so I had been sleeping with two fans on their highest settings but that night it was cooler so I decided to turn the setting on the fan nearest the door down from ‘Turbo’ to “Medium’. The fan became a lot quieter and allowed me to hear the different noises in the house. It’s an old house so there are many. In my bedroom there was a wooden room divider that creaked when I walked passed it. I hadn’t heard it because the fans had been so loud but that night I realized that as my body weight shifted the floorboards, the floorboards would in turn shift the panels of the room divider.
I got ready for bed, shut the lights off and noticed it was around 11:30 pm. I closed my eyes and began drifting off to sleep. I woke when I heard the creak of the room divider. It was the same noise that it made when I walked by it. I opened my eyes and tried to peer into the darkness of the room but I couldn’t see anything. I grabbed my cell phone and used it as a light to look around the room but I knew there was no physical presence there with me. Why did I even bother? I put down my cell phone on the dresser beside the bed and settled back in. I felt myself drift into that between place as I heard the creak of the room divider. Again. There was someone walking in that room with me. I sat up and politely asked them to settle down so that I could get some rest. I laid back down in bed, rolled over and allowed myself to begin the drift … then the room divider made a very loud and startling SNAP! I sat up. My heart was pounding so loudly in my chest. I grabbed my cell phone and used the light to look around the room without getting out of the bed but there was nothing to been seen with my physical eyes. I laid back down, took a few deep breaths to calm myself and asked politely to be left alone so I could sleep.
It felt as if about five minutes had passed … I wasn't sure ... but enough time had passed by so that I was fully in alpha state. The loud SNAP occurred again but this time I looked (not with my physical eyes - I kept them closed but with my Third Eye) in the direction of the room divider and saw a very sharp white light flash as I heard the noise. I could feel the energy in the room and it was very different from the energy of my visitor from the nights previous. The footsteps that I had heard earlier that night felt as if they were from my visitor but this energy of the SNAP was different. I stayed in bed and didn’t shift my perception. I didn’t open my physical eyes but I was able to see as the white light dimmed into darkness. I waited a few minutes expecting the SNAP to occur again but it didn’t. I settled back down and went to sleep.
I believe that the loud SNAP was residual energy in the bedroom releasing. It had built up over time and the room, the house, couldn’t contain it any longer or perhaps the fact that I had been sleeping in that room for four nights had acted as a catalyst so that it was necessary for the energy to release. Whatever the reason it was as if a bubble of energy had burst and dissipated into the astral. The rest of my stay after that night was uneventful. I look forward to visiting again next year.