Scary Story a Day: The Boys are Outside the Window

Old true stories that are meant to just give you a little chill as you go about your day…
Keep checking in to see the new one every day…
These next few we’re going to call the Jenna Chronicles.
 Jenna was my roommate for years and got this whole thing started for me.  We sat down together that first night and set up http://www.geocities.com/chrisandjenna441/Massachusettsghostsandlegends/, the precursor of Massachusetts Paranormal Crossroads.
In addition to being willing to talk to anyone and egg me on to do the same, Jenna was a magnet for activity. She was part of the background for the Mr. Mustache story and the Haunted Majestic legend and experienced the FedGov and Charlesgate cases with me.  By the time we made our first trek into the Bridgewater Triangle to look into haunted Rehoboth, she had already experienced enough odd things to fill a book.
If you have a story or legend contact us at spookytripping@gmail.com.

 

This story took place near Dallas, Texas.

Jenna’s best friend in high school was Nicole.  The relationship between each member of Nicole’s family was tense, and there was always a heavy feeling in the house.  It felt as if things could explode at any time between them.  “Her house was always kind of weird.”  This could be explained, but the other things the two girls felt in the house couldn’t.  There was often banging coming from other rooms, especially the parent’s bedroom, when no one was around. Sometimes there was a feeling of covers being pulled off in the middle of the night.  Once Jenna was in the bathroom and thought she saw something sitting on the toilet behind her through the mirror.  When she turned around she saw an elbow and arm turn to go out.

Things came to a head though one weekend when Nicole’s parents went away.  She and Jenna had decided to stay in the house.  Like the background of a horror movie or urban legend, there were reports of break-ins and people casing the neighborhood.

While watching television a bowl of popcorn went flying off the table six feet towards Jenna.  They tried to recreate the situation to see how it could possibly happen, but their attempts to make it happen again failed.

Then Nicole’s bird started to go wild in his cage.  “We couldn’t figure out why.  We would go into the room and there would be nothing wrong.”

There was banging from the parent’s room upstairs.

They tried to ignore it, but the idea of burglars stayed in their minds.  They were sitting on the couch in the living room when they heard something coming from outside on the sliding glass doors.  “It sounded like someone banging it with their fist.”  They looked quick to see what it was, but there was nothing there.  They ran into the garage and got an ax and a bat, but when they came back there was no damage to the window and no sign of anybody.  They called 911, but when the police arrived and checked the house and yard they found nothing.

The next night they decided to have their friends sleep over, about eight in all, among them a cousin of Nicole’s named Mallori.  Mallori had lived in a haunted house most of her life and had spent time developing her psychic abilities.  She kept in contact with several spirits, including her spirit guide.  As soon as she entered the house she was uncomfortable.  She suggested they use the Ouija board to try and make contact with the spirit.  They used the board near the sliding glass door.  Then Jenna noticed a figure standing in an entry way twenty feet away.  It was small and outlined in a green glowing light.  Someone else saw it too, but not in green.  They got off the board and turned different lights on and off to try and find what could be causing it.  They were unable to get anything and moved the board over.  The board started to quote the bible and didn’t make sense, so they moved it back.

What they contacted was a eighteen year old girl named Nina who had died in a car accident.  She was disoriented and scared and this was causing the disturbances in the house.  As she talked, the glowing figure came back and would change color.  “It would fade in and out and get brighter the more frustrated she’d get.”  She tried to tell them that she needed help, but she didn’t make much sense.

Then she started to move swiftly across the board.  “She started to spell out 15, 16, 15.  Guns, boys, 15, 16.  Mallori was nervous and sent her boyfriend and his friend out to check the yard.  After a few seconds, they heard him scream back, “Hey, get the hell out of here.”  When he came back in, he told them there had been two kids, about sixteen years old, walking around in the woods outside the house with a gun, trying to break in.

Mallori eventually helped Nina cross over to the other side, and as she did, Jenna saw the figure fade away.  They never heard from Nina again, and after that the noises in Nicole’s house stopped.

Grandma’s Raising Your Child

Regina always felt close to her grandmother, Maria, living with her most her life, surviving tragedy together and sharing all of the best times of her life. After Maria’s death from cancer in 1989, Regina found herself feeling guilty over her death and saddened that her grandmother and friend would not be able to share the most exciting stage of her life.  She was dating the man she would eventually marry and soon there would be children.  “I think she would have gotten a kick out of my sons.  She never had a grandson except Paul and Michael a bit later.  She would have loved them.”

Lately Regina has begun to feel that Maria might not be missing out but is sharing her family’s lives in the apartment she used to live in.  Regina has felt her grandmother’s presence since her death, but since the birth of her second child and the boys moving into what was once her grandmother’s bedroom, the feelings have turned to physical experiences, and as the moments seem to intensify, Regina is left more confused than scared.  “It’s scary, but more or less positive,” says Regina, an energetic mother and cataloger at a library in Boston.  “Ever since she died there’s been a connection there.  What’s the message?  I mean, what’s the main purpose?”

grandma2Regina lived in the same house as her grandmother for most of her life.  After a fire in 1981 they were separated for a few months, but when her parents bought a two family house in Everett, Massachusetts, Maria moved in downstairs.  Regina would climb down the backstairs to her grandmother’s apartment to have tea and spend time talking.  When Regina left for college in the late Eighties, Maria became sick.  She tried to come home as much as possible, but the college was in Western Massachusetts and her grandmother was in and out of the hospital.  The night before Maria died, Regina had a confusing dream that seemed to trigger the connection between the two.  She dreamt of standing over her mother’s casket, her grandmother at her side.  The next day, although she was doing better, Maria passed away.  Regina never fully got over the guilt she felt about not being there, and it did not help when years later she heard her grandmother had responded to her absence by saying, “What, is geography more important to her than me?”

The first time she noticed something unusual about the apartment was shortly after her grandmother’s death.  She was staying there with some riends from college.  They joked around and watched scary movies, but some time during the night each of them experienced something they blew off until the next morning when they all told what had happened to them.  They each distinctly heard tea being made, from the sounds of things being moved to the clinking of the pot and the sound of the spoon against the cup.  Regina sees it as a sign of their connection.

“As soon as I would get home from school in the afternoon she would yell up the backstairs, ‘Are you coming down for tea?’  It was our thing.”

Four years later, now married, she moved in to the apartment.  Through the years she noticed small things but constantly pushed the idea aside.  “You look back and make the connection.”  There was often a smell in the apartment she associated with her grandmother, even though the apartment had not been lived in for years and her father had renovated the place.  They both would smell her grandmother’s perfume, White Shoulders, mixed with cigarette smoke, often coming from the bathroom.  Maria would often sit in the bathroom smoking and doing crossword puzzles.  Regina would also see shadows out of the corner of her eye and experience vivid dreams about her.  One involved Maria standing on the newly renovated upstairs porch, dressed in black, holding a baby, and eerily cackling.  She also woke up once to her grandmother in the room glowing white with angelic wings.  She felt it might have been a dream, but the next morning she found feathers in her bed.

1172840_10152431110917841_210684489_oShe attributed most of the dreams and experiences to her imagination and guilt.  When her second child was born, however, things began to intensity.  “When I had Anthony I needed more room so the two kids could share a room.”  She moved Anthony, and his older brother Tom, into the bedroom where her grandmother once slept.  Almost immediately things started to happen.  There was a fire alarm installed in the room that ran off the electrical of the house.  It started to beep as soon as the kids moved in, although her and her husband had lived there for three years without any noise.  They cleaned the alarm, reset it and had an electrician take a look at it, but every time they put it back up it went off.

Tom, her three year old son is often heard talking to someone over the baby monitor.  Regina hears a soft buzz and then her son whispering low enough so that she cannot understand what is being said.  When Regina finally got up enough courage to ask him who he was talking too he explained, “I’m talking to my friend, the lady.  The lady that watches me sleep.”  Tom has started to not sleep in his room, preferring to sleep with his mother in her bed.  Recently, Regina was talking with her mother upstairs with the boys asleep in their room.  Her mother heard Tom talking over the monitor and asked what he was doing.  Regina explained to her skeptical mother, Maria’s daughter, who she feels has had things happen to her but refuses to talk about them.  Regina went back downstairs and right before she opened the door to the boys’ room, she heard Tom say, “Shhh,” over the monitor.

There have been other signs that there might be someone else living in the house.  The family dog does not go in the room unless there is someone in it, often circling around the door when it goes by and running from the room into Regina’s lap.  Regina has seen a figure in the hallway out of the corner in her eye.  She has not gotten a solid look, but she knows there is someone there.  Keys hanging from hooks in the hallway start to swing when she feels someone is there.

nanaLately things have gotten stranger.  Near Halloween she was sleeping in her bed with her son.  From the angle she was at she could see her mirror and through the mirror the reflection from her television.  All of a sudden there was a bright light about the size of a grapefruit in the mirror, slowly moving from side to side.  She tried to rationalize what was happening, thinking it might have been the Halloween lights outside, but she could not tell where the light was coming from.  She closed her eyes, but when she opened them, the light was clearly in the room inches from her, right above her son.  The light then seemed to move into the bathroom, at which point Regina ran into a different room.

A few nights later she was again lying in bed with her son Tom when she felt someone sit on the bed.  She could feel the pressure and thought it might be her husband.  When she looked there was no one there.  She asked, “Nana, is that you?”  The pressure on the bed felt like someone just jumped up and Regina felt as if the room had become suddenly empty.  This experience has confused Regina more than the others.  She always felt the presence was her grandmother, but she does not understand why she would run away when she tried to make contact.

Regina is convinced the spirit is that of Maria, but she is not fully ready to see her grandmother in the kitchen making tea.  “I’m afraid to know.  I like to hear it on the other side but I know it’s not in my head any more.  At some point you have to say, ‘there’s something here.  There’s something going on.”  She feels her grandmother was not ready to die and was on some much medication towards the end she did not know what was happening to her.  If she had, she would have fought it.  She feels Maria wants to see her great-grandchildren grow up and share their experiences.  “She won’t have wanted to miss out on everything she’s missing out on.”  She also feels the nature of what happened points to her grandmother.  “I think the stuff that is happening is her personality.”

Regina also believes the activity will get stronger as Christmas approaches.  “It was her thing,” she says thinking about the holidays spent with her Nana.

Regina has gotten use to the idea of the ghost she might share her house with.  Although she is still not sure what to make of her grandmother, she accepts the signs that are around her.

grandma3It was somewhat discouraging for her though.  Just when she was ready to listen to what her grandmother had to say, she stopped talking.  She continued to smell the roses and cigarettes in the bathroom and sometimes felt someone watching her when she was alone, but the lights and noises stopped.  Pretty soon Regina felt her grandmother must have passed on.

That was until Christmas.

Maria had always enjoyed the holidays.  Regina was able to look back on her experiences in the apartment and see her grandmother had always made herself known around Christmas.  She was not really thinking about it when she put up her decorations this year.  There were other things to think about.  Her husband had just gotten out of the hospital with a heart problem.  More importantly, this was the last Christmas they would be in the apartment.  They had bought a house several months before and were only waiting to finish fixing it up before moving in.  When she had purchased the house she had wondered briefly if Maria would move with them.

Tom, now almost five, made his way downstairs from his grandmother’s upstairs.  He stopped to look at the tree and then went into the kitchen to brush his teeth in the sink.

As Regina finished up the last of the decorations, she heard Tom talking from the kitchen.  He was not singing or babbling, but talking in complete sentences with pauses as he was listening to someone else and responding.  Regina thought it must be her father and went it to say hello.

Tom stood alone on his stepladder with his wet hands in the sink.  He was alone.  “Tom, where’s Papa?”

Tom looked confused.  “Papa’s not here.”

“Well, who were you talking to?”

“The lady with the white hair on the stairs.”

Regina wanted to ask him who the woman was.  What did she look like?  Had you talked to her before?  But all she could do was watch little Tom make his way to the TV room as and think about all the times she had run down those same stairs to go see her grandmother.

Mr. Mustache

People who have experienced the paranormal react differently.  Some believe themselves cursed or marked by evil spirits, even if the activity is not evil in nature.  Others consider themselves blessed, seeing it as an opportunity to touch something that brings them hope of an afterlife.  The majority of activity goes unnoticed, however.  People do not see the signs around them.

Of course, the opposite happens at times as well.  People with activity in their house become so used to the spirits they share their lives with they hardly notice them any more.  Disturbances that would give the average person chills becomes as normal as the clock chiming the hour or the furnace turning on.  Sometimes this is due to denial, at times to familiarity, but most of the time, a true conscious spirit will up the stakes to make himself known.

This is what Jessica and her family experience.

Massachusetts Crossroads first interviewed Jessica and people surrounding her in 2002 when the activity was already a few years old.  It had started in their old apartment in Cambridge and intensified when they reached Woburn.  The spirits were thought to be that of an older man from the late 19th century known as Mr. Mustache and a smaller child perhaps held prisoner by the man who never gave his name.  The activity consisted of toys being misplaced and turning on by themselves, footsteps and the sound of doors being opened and closed, weird smells and several sightings of different spirits.  One of our original hypothesis of the hauntings was a poltergeist, but a change in the home dynamics and the duration of the haunting has caused us to focus more on the idea there are three or more conscience personalities trapped in the house.

Our complete report can be read here.

Jessica and her family had become so used to the haunting they did not notice them anymore, although for two years Jessica refused to admit there was a chance anything was in the home.  The day to day bumps and missing items were not thought about.  The two girls continued to grow.  Jessica put it out of her mind when she would walk upstairs and hear either of them talking to themselves in their rooms even though the other was asleep.  When they went away for the weekends to spend it with their father and when her boyfriend was out of the house, she would fill the house with as many friends as possible and hope they didn’t hear the banging upstairs.

But activity still continues to happen in the house, although no one has reported seeing anything.  The hauntings seem to be more focused on the rooms upstairs and mainly consists of unexplained noises.

Due to work being done on the bathroom downstairs, Jessica and anyone hanging out at the house must now use the upstairs bathroom.  People have said they get the strangest feeling when they reach the top of the stairs.  People have lost their breath or had the feeling of being watched.  More than once the girls have been heard speaking to some unseen person late at night when they should have been asleep or woke up from nightmare saying there was something in the room.  A child’s imagination perhaps, but once when Jessica went upstairs to get something from her room she heard Julie talking.  When she approached her door, she heard Julie start to cry, as if someone had told her something bad or left her.

The majority of the sounds from upstairs are heard when someone is downstairs.  The two girls who sleep upstairs are often caught out of bed, but these noises are not made by little girls.  Often loud unexplained bangs are heard.  They are described as if some has picked up several large books and thrown them to the floor.  It was once described as someone lifting the corner of a bureau and letting it fall to the ground.  At times the noise become more intense.  It might even sound like someone has tipped over the bureau.  They does not seem to be anything consistent with the volume of the noises, but most of them are heard coming from one of the girl’s rooms or the master bedroom.  When Jessica has gone up to investigate, she has found nothing and the girls have been fast asleep.  Rarely is there more than one bang a night.

The girls now often sleep together in bunk beds located in the room where the activity seems the worst.  Several weeks ago Jessica heard the loudest of the noises coming from upstairs.  She was alone in the house when she heard a noise so loud it shook the house.  “When you hear that noise, you know someone fell out of bed,” she said in a recent interview.  When she went upstairs the two girls were both sound asleep in the bed and nothing else was out of place.  She knows what she heard, and refuses to listen to people when they she must have imagine it.  “You can’t imagine that.  I mean, when it’s real, it’s real.”

An even more disturbing occurrence happened a few nights later.  She and her boyfriend Matt were sitting on the couch watching television when they heard a long crack and a noise like a wine glass being broken.  The noise was loud, and they both heard it because they immediately looked at each other and went into the kitchen to investigate.  “We knew it came from the kitchen.  It wasn’t muffled.”  Both agree the crack lasted at least four seconds, building up to the crack.  The breaking glass sounded as if the glass had exploded or was thrown to the ground.  They investigated the all of the cabinets and found no glasses broken or out of place.  They found nothing in the dishwasher or on the floor.  It was if the glass shattered and the shards were picked up and thrown away.  

It should be noted the glasses are found in the cabinet next to the stove.  There has been several recorded instances of activity in that part of the kitchen and it is directly downstairs from the heart of the activity in the house.

When we last sat down with Jessica in her house we all made a startling realization.  The activity over the past four years has always gotten worse in January and February.  Does this time of year have some significance to the people that might remain in the house?  Jessica is not sure, but we will continue to investigate and update you when more information is known.

Mr. Mustache

People who have experienced the paranormal react differently.  Some believe themselves cursed or marked by evil spirits, even if the activity is not evil in nature.  Others consider themselves blessed, seeing it as an opportunity to touch something that brings them hope of an afterlife.  The majority of activity goes unnoticed, however.  People do not see the signs around them.

Of course, the opposite happens at times as well.  People with activity in their house become so used to the spirits they share their lives with they hardly notice them any more.  Disturbances that would give the average person chills becomes as normal as the clock chiming the hour or the furnace turning on.  Sometimes this is due to denial, at times to familiarity, but most of the time, a true conscious spirit will up the stakes to make himself known.

This is what Jessica and her family experience.

Massachusetts Crossroads first interviewed Jessica and people surrounding her in 2002 when the activity was already a few years old.  It had started in their old apartment in Cambridge and intensified when they reached Woburn.  The spirits were thought to be that of an older man from the late 19th century known as Mr. Mustache and a smaller child perhaps held prisoner by the man who never gave his name.  The activity consisted of toys being misplaced and turning on by themselves, footsteps and the sound of doors being opened and closed, weird smells and several sightings of different spirits.  One of our original hypothesis of the hauntings was a poltergeist, but a change in the home dynamics and the duration of the haunting has caused us to focus more on the idea there are three or more conscience personalities trapped in the house.

Our complete report can be read here.

Jessica and her family had become so used to the haunting they did not notice them anymore, although for two years Jessica refused to admit there was a chance anything was in the home.  The day to day bumps and missing items were not thought about.  The two girls continued to grow.  Jessica put it out of her mind when she would walk upstairs and hear either of them talking to themselves in their rooms even though the other was asleep.  When they went away for the weekends to spend it with their father and when her boyfriend was out of the house, she would fill the house with as many friends as possible and hope they didn’t hear the banging upstairs.

But activity still continues to happen in the house, although no one has reported seeing anything.  The hauntings seem to be more focused on the rooms upstairs and mainly consists of unexplained noises.

Due to work being done on the bathroom downstairs, Jessica and anyone hanging out at the house must now use the upstairs bathroom.  People have said they get the strangest feeling when they reach the top of the stairs.  People have lost their breath or had the feeling of being watched.  More than once the girls have been heard speaking to some unseen person late at night when they should have been asleep or woke up from nightmare saying there was something in the room.  A child’s imagination perhaps, but once when Jessica went upstairs to get something from her room she heard Julie talking.  When she approached her door, she heard Julie start to cry, as if someone had told her something bad or left her.

The majority of the sounds from upstairs are heard when someone is downstairs.  The two girls who sleep upstairs are often caught out of bed, but these noises are not made by little girls.  Often loud unexplained bangs are heard.  They are described as if some has picked up several large books and thrown them to the floor.  It was once described as someone lifting the corner of a bureau and letting it fall to the ground.  At times the noise become more intense.  It might even sound like someone has tipped over the bureau.  They does not seem to be anything consistent with the volume of the noises, but most of them are heard coming from one of the girl’s rooms or the master bedroom.  When Jessica has gone up to investigate, she has found nothing and the girls have been fast asleep.  Rarely is there more than one bang a night.

The girls now often sleep together in bunk beds located in the room where the activity seems the worst.  Several weeks ago Jessica heard the loudest of the noises coming from upstairs.  She was alone in the house when she heard a noise so loud it shook the house.  “When you hear that noise, you know someone fell out of bed,” she said in a recent interview.  When she went upstairs the two girls were both sound asleep in the bed and nothing else was out of place.  She knows what she heard, and refuses to listen to people when they she must have imagine it.  “You can’t imagine that.  I mean, when it’s real, it’s real.”

An even more disturbing occurrence happened a few nights later.  She and her boyfriend Matt were sitting on the couch watching television when they heard a long crack and a noise like a wine glass being broken.  The noise was loud, and they both heard it because they immediately looked at each other and went into the kitchen to investigate.  “We knew it came from the kitchen.  It wasn’t muffled.”  Both agree the crack lasted at least four seconds, building up to the crack.  The breaking glass sounded as if the glass had exploded or was thrown to the ground.  They investigated the all of the cabinets and found no glasses broken or out of place.  They found nothing in the dishwasher or on the floor.  It was if the glass shattered and the shards were picked up and thrown away.  

It should be noted the glasses are found in the cabinet next to the stove.  There has been several recorded instances of activity in that part of the kitchen and it is directly downstairs from the heart of the activity in the house.

When we last sat down with Jessica in her house we all made a startling realization.  The activity over the past four years has always gotten worse in January and February.  Does this time of year have some significance to the people that might remain in the house?  Jessica is not sure, but we will continue to investigate and update you when more information is known.