I have another 100% true story to share with you regarding the same house on Church Street as well as my former neighbor Charlie's house.
One night around 11:00 p.m., I had completed my usual routine of locking the doors and closing the windows in my old Victorian home before going to bed. As I was trying to sleep, I heard a male voice coming from the right side of my bed say, "Hey! Get up"! As I lay there motionless under my covers looking around the empty room and telling myself I must have imagined it, a few seconds later with much more urgency and directly into my right ear, the voice BOOMED loudly, "YOU NEED TO GET UP RIGHT NOW! Go to the bathroom and look out the window! HURRY UP"! I rocketed out of bed with my heart pounding wildly. Freaking out and unsure what to do next, I knew I had to go check it out - so I did...GULP!
I slowly opened my bedroom door feeling like I was going to have a heart attack. I silently stepped out into the inky darkness of my hallway as I carefully inched my way into the bathroom. I closed the bathroom door behind me before I cautiously raised the window blinds. As I looked through my bathroom window, which directly faced my neighbor Charlie's kitchen window, I saw a man hunched down on all fours crawling on my neighbor's kitchen floor. To my utter shock and horror, the intruder then turned on a flashlight and looked up to see me looking straight at him. I let out a loud shriek which caused the burglar to jump back and turn off his flashlight before he disappeared into the darkness of Charlie's kitchen.
Completely panic stricken and totally terrified, I slammed the blinds down and ran full speed into my kitchen. "Oh Sh*t! Oh Sh*t! Oh Sh*t!", was all I managed to say as I grabbed the phone and started frantically dialing Charlie's cell phone number. Thankfully he picked up after about 2 rings as I SCREAMED into the receiver, "CHARLIE SOMEONE BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE AND IS ROBBING YOU! COME HOME QUICK! A few minutes later my neighbor's car came peeling around the corner of our street. Charlie and two other men jumped out of his car and ran into Charlie's house only to find the back door in his kitchen standing wide open and a grand total of zero valuables missing. A happy ending for Charlie and his family but not for me...
After his friends had left, Charlie came over to my house to thank me for keeping an eye out on his place. Still in shock, I turned to Charlie and said, "You are probably going to think I am completely crazy but I am going to tell you exactly what happened here tonight. Whether you believe me or not is entirely up to you". I described the disembodied male voice that I had heard in my bedroom which prompted me to get up and investigate. "I just don't get it Charlie!", I added shaking my head in disbelief as I finished explaining everything to him.
Well, I kid you not folks, to my complete and utter amazement, Charlie looked at me with a huge grin on his face and responded, "I see you have met our resident ghost. He protects my house and my family so it must have been his voice you heard warning you about what was happening in my home". (Insert Slack Jaw Here). Yeah, not your average text book answer, is it?
And so, in a effort to preserve my sanity as well as my clean underwear, I moved out of this haunted location shortly afterwards. However, my paranormal experiences did not end there but that is another story.;)
Thanks for reading!