For the skeptics, allow myself to quote...myself. :lol: (You have to say it in a Dr. Evil voice)
The painting on the wall, when removed, left an outline of the woman, not the frame.
Lights turning on and off by themselves, and exploding.
That stuff simply cannot be explained away...which is weird 'cause I've never considered myself a religious person but I've experienced stuff that simply cannot be explained other than just saying that house was haunted.
That stuff happened when I was three...thirty years ago. It made such an impact on me that I still remember it. I remember several other things from that house as well. So yeah, based on my personal experiences, I think ghosts/spirits are out there.
I don't subscribe to a specific religion, but I'm more of the opinion that it'd be awful conceited of us to think that there isn't more out there, and that there's more to us than what we are now.
Just found this thread. Jason your memory of the old Edna Blackburn house is fairly correct except you forgot to mention that after we took the picture down from the wall and saw the outline of Mrs. Blackburns face still there. Your mother had me paint the wall a different color. Three days later the head and shoulder outline was back in the same spot all though I had painted. I repainted the wall again using a darker color first trying to cover the spot and repainted again with the off white your mom liked. Three days go by and the head and shoulder outline was back. So we covered the spot with another larger picture. From time to time we looked under the picture and could still see her. I still remember that little old white haired lady and the small round bun looking hairdoo. It was still there when we moved out, to the house next door. And was still there when we moved, next door to the second house.
That light in the upstairs hall way, Ha Ha. I also remember the time your uncle Jerry and Carol his girlfriend were sitting in the living room with us watching T.V.. That damn light bulb in the up stairs hallway, fell out of it's socket which was mounted on a 10' tall ceiling. Hit on the hard wood floor in the hallway. It came rolling down the wooden stairs (never broke), got to the bottom of the stairs, hit the hard wood floor in the living room by the front door, rolled in a circle about 2 or 3 times and Bang!!!!! Broke just like some one stomped the damn thing. Every piece of glass from it was flattened out/crushed as though someone had stomped on it. Even the metal part that screwed in to the socket, FLAT.
Never figured out where the cow sucker snake came from in between the doors? Your mom freaked.
Oh, yeah remember how the back door was always open when we got home. Did no use to lock it. We just pushed it too, and left it unlocked. I always figured the old lady was still there. She lived there for 60 years, 15 after her husband died.
As for the front porch light. Miss Edna as I called her, before she died, lived by her self. She always had the front porch light on at night while she lived there alone for her last 15 years.
I will, like you, never forget those years or that old lady and that house.
It still stands, and some people(trying to live there) have left it because of what happens there. Ghost HELL YEAH!!!!!!! MISS EDNA BLACKBURN!!!!
