The Davee Farm

It is difficult to articulate a lifetime of scattered experiences in one narrative but I will do my best.

I have spent my entire life in my home. It is an old farmhouse built around 1824. It was a single family home from 1824 until 1966 when my grandfather bought it from the Davee estate.

As a kid sleeping in the house I was terrified of the 'walking around' in the upstairs. It was every night and it was constant.

My siblings and I never discussed it when we were growing up but as adults we all share stories of the noises and being scared at night. My sisters would always sleep with the lights on.

I did not want to scare my children with it so I never told them. When we moved in my youngest was terrified and crying. My son was comforting her by telling her that you get used to the noises and walking around. The three of them was experiencing this stuff on their own.

There are quiet times but they are unusual. The house is always filled with inexplicable noises, especially upstairs. Walking and knocking and an occasional banging, sometime rather loudly.

I don't usually get unnerved by the happenings but one time within the past couple years I was laying down in the upstairs room that I am converting from a huge bathroom to a moderate bedroom. I was home alone and the noises were pretty intense and close. Heavy walking around close to bed and into the next room. It was more than I could handle and I left for awhile.

This is the room my daughter slept in. She often spoke of waking and seeing an old lady in different places in the room, sometimes sitting right on the bed, watching her sleep.

Both my daughters, my step daughter and my current girlfriend have all seen this lady. Always watching someone sleeping. They see her clear enough to describe her hair and clothing.

My son and I have both spotted twice apiece the outline/image of a man shuffling from the driveway, through the porch and across the kitchen. He does not acknowledge us and is always in the same shuffle.

There is also a 'shadow' that I keep catching out of the corner of my eye. I get the impression that it a small boy, or child at any rate. Most usually dashing about the kitchen and shed.

Once I was soldering in the basement. I was home alone when I heard women chatting. I thought my daughters had come home and I went up to see them. No one was there. Kind of freaked, I checked the house and locked the doors and went back to soldering. The voices resumed.

Another time I was refinishing the interior doors. I had removed the door between the parlor and kitchen. Later that night I was checking the house before going to bed and as I stepped into the parlor someone yelled 'Hey' from the doorway. It jumped the heck out of me and was loud enough to wake the baby. Startled, I started turning on lights. I got a bad vibe from the pantry and did not go in to turn on that light. On my way out of the kitchen a loud bang sounded from the pantry.

My ex had dogs in the house. Occasionally they would go crazy. Once the shepherd tore the kitchen up trying to get out. When we got to him he was so crazed that he couldn't stand.

The other shepherd would wake up barking and hackled, always facing the corner where the couch sits. He would back up snarling and barking and then 'follow' something into the downstairs hallway and then come back out and go back to sleep as if nothing happened.

There are other things that are harder to put a finger on. Things moved or missing and you find yourself doubting yourself or blaming someone else.

When my grandmother was in the hospital my brother stayed with my grandfather. Everyday something was moved or taken. My grandfather always denied involvement and we believe him.

4AM seems to have some significance as often members of the house (none of us morning people) will wake wide awake at that time.

Few people stay that do not have some experience in the house. Despite it all everyone comments on how secure and homey they feel there.