wow... there's some pretty amazing stuff that no one would believe going on out there. It is all what makes me realize that things are not what they would always seem... ;)

Hi Everyone,
Well I promised to tell you an incident that happened so here goes... As I said before the house I live in is about 200 years old. It was not built on this property but "moved" here from another location. It was originally put here so the farm hands would have a place to stay while working for the people that lived in the "big" house next door. Many people have lived in this house over the years. My husband and I just recently moved here about 7 years ago when my Father's health started to fail. We moved here to help out with his care. As I said my Dad owns both of these houses and the property surrounding them. At the time we moved here my oldest daughter was 7 and my youngest had just turned 6. The lay out of this house is very typical of its period. Very small, every space used to its fullest. This incident occured upstairs. When you go upstairs you first reach a landing at the top of the stairs, then you go through a doorway which enters into the first bedroom. Following that you go through another doorway which takes you into the second bedroom, another doorway into the third bedroom. There is no hallway like in modern houses today. The girls took the first bedroom for their own, my husband and I took the second bedroom,the third was used for storage. We had lived here about a month or two settling in. Nothing strange or unusual had happened so far. The girls had been acting a little out of sorts but we figured that was due to the move and changing schools and such until one day my oldest daughter starting asking us questions at the dinner table... She said, "Mommmy who is the little boy that keeps wanting to play with us???" We didn't understand what she was talking about we assumed it was some little boy at school. So I asked her, "What little boy???" She said, "The one upstairs in your bedroom". Ok at this point I got a little freaked out, I thought she had had a dream or something and was imagining it. But she insisted and said that, "No every night he comes and wants to play with me and Emily and we keep telling him no and he looks sad". I asked her what he looked like and she said,"Just a little boy dressed in really wierd clothes, he says he is lonely and has noone to play with". I asked her if she was afraid of this little boy and she said yes because he gets mad when we don't want to play so we shut the door. (My husband had put a door between our bedroom and theirs for privacy reasons) She told us that the little boy came every night to play but if they kept the door shut he wouldn't come. This went on for some time, our bedroom door was always kept shut and the girls only mentioned it in passing once and awhile. The reason this incident comes to mind now is because who ever this little boy is he's back again. My daughters are older now and had not mentioned anything about the little boy in quite awhile. We had been keeping the bedroom door open until just about a week ago when something happened. My girls were upstairs in bed and talking away and joking around as kids will do when it is bedtime. My husband and I were downstairs watching tv when all of the sudden we heard a big slam and the girls came running and screaming downstairs. They told us that our bedroom door just slammed shut for no reason. My husband went upstairs to check it out and found nothing. We finally convinced the girls that it was just the wind (we had 2 windows open because it was a nice warm Spring evening)and they went back upstairs and went to sleep only after they had "barricaded" our bedroom door with a rocker and stool. Once again they refuse to sleep upstairs without the door being closed. We have asked them why but they just tell us we wouldn't believe them anyway. They would be surprised. We have tried doing research on this house to see if a little boy ever lived here but due to the fact that it was moved here from another location from which we don't know where it has been difficult to find out any history on the house except what my Dad can tell me about it and thats not much. So my sister,who has joined in to help,and I continue to look. Maybe someday we can find what we are looking for and give this little boy a name...

I will have more stories to share later.

i'm sorry about the length of this rambling story, but i'd like to tell about it...

i used to live in irwin pa... the town is very old... it has a few mansions that were built in the 1670's. it was named by the irwin family around 1845 when the train came thru... but it was called something else before this.

i lived in a house off the lower side of a mountain hugging road that’s now called 'broadway ave.' that’s the extension into the wooded area off of third street. my house shows up on a 1700's map of the area and was used for coal miners housing. the next door neighbor has in his yard the original well for the whole town... just down the street a little the original cold house for the town is still there in the mountainside... down the hill in the backyard of my house is a beautiful stream...

just giving you the feel for the place...

we used to go down to the 'creek' and finds lots of fun old pieces of history. i found a 1900 penny sticking up on its edge in the 'creek' and pieces of old button up shoes and some old much rusted animal traps...

when i first moved into the house, i dreamed of an old man with wild hair that told me his name was 'jumping jack laser' and that he 'had buried his monies in glass jars in the yard at the back of the house. i didn't think much of this dream because the name 'laser' seemed too modern. then in the local library i found that one of the original settlers of the town was named 'laser'.

i got a metal detector and went into the back yard (about an acre) and looked to see what i could find... i found lots of stuff, but most of it was old fencing and lantern parts... hinges and handles, nails, bottles and crap. but i did not come across the jars...

my roommate got a good job offer in california and had gone ahead, while i stayed behind to sell the house and get things in order before i joined him. i was feeling sad one day while i was getting ready for work and showering ... i was suprised by the feeling of a hand on my shoulder... it was warm and had weight behind it... i wasn't scared at all because somehow i recognized the touch and found it very comforting.
after a while i felt the hand lifted and felt much better about the day...

no one was there in the house with me, and i could not tell you who it felt like... only that it was very familiar and very comforting.

that's way cool... and a little chilling...