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Y'all dont get much buisness in here but here's my story:
A little about me. I spend most of my time working as a process and instrumentation engineer, building hot rods in my garage and generally hanging out with my friends. I have always had a secret interest in the paranormal and good ghost stories as well as a strange fascination with vampire stories. Early in my life I went to all the “haunted” places and was usually the first in the door. Luckily, I was able to get into some really cool places. If anyone reading this wants to Google some really neat places then search for the “Pillar of Fire” in Westminster, Colorado and Ridge Home in Arvada, Colorado. I spent several days in the Stanley Hotel about 10 years ago secretly searching for the unknown. I never used any instruments, just me and a flashlight. I heard noises, thought I saw some glimpses of things but never had any substantial prove of anything and really didn’t believe in what I was looking for. I was doing it for the thrill of actually doing it.
Fast forward about 8-10 years. I got married and bought an old house in a really old town that is now a suburb of Denver Colorado. So my house was built in 1924. It burned down in 1925 and another house was rebuilt on the site in 1926 which is my current residence. I am the third owner of my house. The second owners spent nearly 45 years living in it. I am not sure how the husband passed but the wife, Eleanor, died in the house in 1998 several years after the husband died. Thier ashes were laid to rest in the back yard in a bed of flowers. The house was stuck in lawyer limbo for a year before I bought it from the estate. The house hadn’t been updated since the 40s so I proceeded to start tearing it apart and rebuilding. There is a door in the kitchen that leads to an enclosed back patio. I hated the door being left open so always shut it. We would be sitting on the couch watching TV or eating something and the back door would swing open. I played with the door latch, handle and even the hole in the opposed door frame. I bounced on the floor, jerked and pulled and could never figure out how the door was opening. Everything always worked fine but it would still swing open….allot. In the first three years we lived in the house, the door opened several hundred times. Talking to the old lady that lived across the street I found out the owner of my house and her were best friends for most of their adult life. As it turns out, Eleanor had a green thumb. The back patio has built in shelves and cupboards where she had pretty much a green house going. Loving her flowers, she always had the back door open so she could see and smell them. Since I am a mechanical engineer and a guy who builds hotrods I am more then proficient to work on a door knob. After the first 50 times or so, we grew accustom to the door thing and just ignored it after awhile. There were several instances where we had friends over and we would be watching a movie and the door would open so at least they all didn’t think we were nuts. Eventually, the door quit opening and life went on. Eventually life doesn’t work right and the divorce was final. Thankfully I was able to keep my house after selling most of everything I own. Being alone in the house I decided to do some remodeling. The bathroom and bedroom were first. Then the strangest thing happened which got me involved in the paranormal. I was laying a hardwood floor in the bedroom. I was about half finished one night and slept on the couch since the bedroom was empty and a mess. I had left all my hand and electric tools lying around, extension cords, paint cans and brushed, and lots of hardwood flooring lying around. I got up the next morning and went to work. Upon returning home that evening I changed clothes in the living room and went into the bedroom to get back to work on the floors. Unfortunately, everything that was lying around was gone. Instantly, I think I was robbed. I open the bedroom to the bathroom door and found nothing. I opened the door that goes from the bedroom to the attic and to my surprise…all of my tools and mess was neatly stacked on the stairs going to the attic. Paint cans were stacked in order to size, hand tools laid in a line according to size, and extension cords rolled up. So what would a 6’2” Tattooed Irish man who worked his way through college as a bouncer going to do in the situation? Let me tell ya, I grabbed some clothes and my dogs and went to my mom’s house for a few days. I eventually made it back home and finished the bedroom (with my S&W .40 caliber automatic in a shoulder holster). I had changed the locks after I got divorced and absolutely no one had keys to my house. With all the doors locked and the storm windows I installed there is no way to get into my house. And why would someone break into my house, stack my tools, and not take any of the valuables lying around?
Since then nothing much has happened except this summer. I came home from work and noticed that the attic window was open. Which wouldn’t be strange except for the fact that I hadn’t been in the attic in about 6 months, my dresser in the bedroom is against the door that leads to the attic (for lack of a better place to put it) and I had installed those windows which my father had made and I know that it takes me (at 250 lbs.) and a pry bar to get the widows open or closed. So I went inside and into the bedroom. The dresser was still in place so I had to move it. I went into the attic and to the window. Looking at the window, I noticed that through the thick layer of dust (it’s an old house, cut me some slack) there was a clean line where the weather stripping had disturbed the dust very recently. The lock was just open, not broken, and the screen was intact and looking perfect. The screen is fixed to the window frame from the inside with screws and there is a trim piece that the window buts against from the inside. There is no way to get any tool into the lock area of the widow frame without doing some pretty good damage.
Anyhow, that’s where I stand now. I have become more aware of what’s going on and am looking for people to share with and hopefully get involved in the search for the unexplainable. Being an engineer and builder of machines I have a very factual way of thinking and have heard all the ghost stories, seen all the footage and listened to all the EVPs and only can say that about 5% of them really make me sit back and think long and hard about what had happened.
Regards,
Chop
ichoptop@hotmail.com
Kisses,
Chop
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She sounds like a brilliant woman to me.