Profile for Cole_Harris

(3 stories) (5 posts) (karma: 2 points)

Nicole
 
2017-12-10
United States
New York
 
A quick introduction to who I am:

I was born on May 9th, 1995 at 10:02 AM.

I've lived in Upstate New York my entire life.

I hope to one day live on my own, preferably somewhere that doesn't struggle to get above -15 degrees Fahrenheit (not counting windchill) on a sunny day in early (admittedly VERY early Spring.)

I've played and composed for piano since I was in 4th grade.

I'm an amateur photographer and painter.

I'm also an aspiring author, with the hopes to one day work in the film industry as a screenwriter.

A background for my experiences:

The house was built in 1902. It was constructed by the same man who built the house next door. The house next door was the man's personal home. Before our home was built, the family next door used our lot as a dumping ground. If you dig down a foot, you'll come across a layer of the ash from their fireplace. Dig below that, and shards of porcelain, so well preserved that you can still see the gold and silver details, will start to come up.

When we first moved in, there was an old carriage (complete with feed trough) barn in our backyard. Unfortunately, the barn had not been maintained, and had become too dangerous to enter. My Father was forced to demolish it.

We have also had to do a lot of work on our home. We had to remove all the horsehair plaster we found in our walls, because it created too many drafts. We've also had to replace most of the windows, as well as all of the original wallpaper. Most of my "being watched" feeling, is around my Dad's office (the former front parlor), the upstairs bathroom along the wall shared by the toilet and shower, in front of the door leading to the basement, and in front of my bedroom door. Sometimes the feeling of being watched gets so bad, I can't turn my back on the area of the house the feeling seems to be the origin of the feeling.

It's also important to note, that my town was the site of two military encampments. One during the French and Indian War, and the second during the War of 1812. The land itself was purchased from the local tribe of Native Americans in the 17th century. There are stories, and physical evidence of Native American raids, throughout the town. The nearby city (I could literally walk to it if I wanted to), is known for it's haunted locations. It sits on the original location of a 16th century outpost. There was one winter when the French came down from Canada and attacked the outpost.

They killed or captured more then half the population. Then, while trekking to the nearest colony, the population was halved again, as the settlers were forced to walk through the wilderness in their nightclothes. The people who died in this attack are buried in a nearby cemetery. There are even stories of statues in the cemetery moving on their own.

There are also at least three other cemeteries near my home. One that is quite large, I often walked past on my way to Elementary school. Another is incredibly old and quite small (there can't be more then ten headstones total), this one is located a few blocks from the center of town, which is just behind my house. The third, is so close that I can see it from my front porch. It's just in front of an old church. This is the one that causes me the most concern. Every now and then, as I'm about to go upstairs, I find myself looking out the window in the front door and "checking" the entrance of the church parking lot. I've never really been able to walk through it, and I will actively avoid it if I find myself walking home after sun down.
 
Ghost Stories from Cole_Harris

My Niece's Dinner Show on 2017-12-27

Before I can begin this next experience, I have to give a little bit of background. If only to give some sort of perspective to our circumstances when this happened. At the time of this experience, I was attending a local college. I was living with my parents and attending classes part time. About h...

The White Figure In Front Of My Door 2 on 2017-12-15

This isn't so much a direct "sequel" to my previous story (The White Figure in Front of My Door), so much as an experience that happened a few months afterwards, in the same location with similar circumstances. I will admit, that part of this does involve a dream. However, I wanted to post this e...

The White Figure In Front Of My Door on 2017-12-10

My name is Cole. I live in one of the oldest houses in my town. While I often experience minor things such as footsteps, toilet lids closing, and the occasional sense of being watched, there is however, a few events that very clearly stick out in my memory. One of them occurred when I was in middle ...

Last 20 posts from Cole_Harris
Date: 2018-01-13
RCRuskin, that's why I starting posting to this site. I'm concerned that what might be happening in this house (some of which is described in my other posts), could be having an affect on my niece; and I want to keep her safe.
Jubeele

I would however, I'm not sure how the other people who live with me would perceive it. They are the kind of people that are skeptical of something until they see proof. And in this instance at least, proof is something that I lack, because what happened could be seen as nothing more then a dream. However, I do plan on trying to do as much research as I can about the people who used to live here, as soon as I can. It'll be a few months though; as I live in New York and it's the middle of winter right now. Maybe, once I'm able to start "digging" I'll find some info that will help determine the next step. Thank you for all the good wishes.
Melda, you did nothing wrong. I can't be constantly "policing" the thread, because I need to spend time working on the Fantasy novel I'm trying to write. It's nice to have someone stick up for me, when I can't do so myself.
Sorry for the late response Jubeele. The other members of the house have described hearing toilet lids closing, doors creaking, and footsteps on the stairs. But to my knowledge, outside of a few short instances that the entire family has experienced all at the same time, that is as far as their experiences have gone.
I'm not sure if you guys will get an alert about this comment (this is my first time using this site), but I do know a small amount about the house. Just not the families that lived in it before my family moved in 21 years ago.

The house was built in 1902. It was constructed by the same man who built the house next door. The house next door was the man's personal home. Before our home was built, the family next door used our lot as a dumping ground. If you dig down a foot, you'll come across a layer of the ash from their fireplace. Dig below that, and shards of porcelain, so well preserved that you can still see the gold and silver details, will start to come up.

When we first moved in, there was an old carriage (complete with feed trough) barn in our backyard. Unfortunately, the barn had not been maintained, and had become too dangerous to enter. My Father was forced to demolish it.

We have also had to do a lot of work on our home. We had to remove all the horsehair plaster we found in our walls, because it created too many drafts. We've also had to replace most of the windows, as well as all of the original wallpaper. Most of my "being watched" feeling, is around my Dad's office (the former front parlor), the upstairs bathroom along the wall shared by the toilet and shower, in front of the door leading to the basement, and in front of my bedroom door. Sometimes the feeling of being watched gets so bad, I can't turn my back on the area of the house the feeling seems to be the origin of the feeling.

It's also important to note, that my town was the site of two military encampments. One during the French and Indian War, and the second during the War of 1812. The land itself was purchased from the local tribe of Native Americans in the 17th century. There are stories, and physical evidence of Native American raids, throughout the town. The nearby city (I could literally walk to it if I wanted to), is known for it's haunted locations. It sits on the original location of a 16th century outpost. There was one winter when the French came down from Canada and attacked the outpost. They killed or captured more then half the population. Then, while trekking to the nearest colony, the population was halved again, as the settlers were forced to walk through the wilderness in their nightclothes. The people who died in this attack are buried in a nearby cemetery. There are even stories of statues in the cemetery moving on their own.

I'm not sure if this has any effect on my house though.