I live here on the coast of Maine and I own an old Dutch colonial house. I am a firm believer of the paranormal, weird things have happened to me since I was a young boy. Like I saw one day, rabbit hunting in Lovell Maine, a man standing on a stone wall and he was no more than three foot high. Amazed to what I saw, I turned to watch him saunder off down the stone wall, and he disappeared like the blowing of the wind, I never seen or anything like that again.
Now present day, my house is haunted. My wife and I were making a quilt, I was standing back to the kitchen and my wife was sewing the quilt, when she saw our cat playing with a very bright orb. My wife saw it and I caught out of the corner of my eye, our cat was standing in front of the stove and he was reaching for or playing with the orb. It just vanished between his paws, the brightness of the orb looked like an old time flash from a camera.
That's not all that's happened here. I was renovating my kitchen so when I started tearing into the walls and by God there between the walls was a perfectly framed out door with a threshold. Well I thought it was cool, I wanted to keep it and close in our doorway. Well my family was freaked out, I said it's a doorway nothing else. A week goes by and I'm doing work there in the area of the doorway, I turned my head and saw the figure of a man, an old man, at the bottom of my stairs, he stared up the cellar stairway at me. I stopped and looked again and he was gone. I closed the door back up in the wall, sealing it in. My family is happy that I did, they all got bad vibes from it being exposed.
One more thing happened at Christmas one year. It was a wicked blizzard and we lost the power, so I get the generator out and set up to to power my pellet stove. I did that for the heat. It was screaming outside so my daughter built a little shelter with blankets and chairs and we heated the house and watched a movie. Well we fell asleep and around 3 in the morning, something woke me and I looked into the hallway and this lady in a pale blue smock said,"what lovely music you listen to."
I went back and camped in the living room with my daughter. The next morning I asked my wife if she came downstairs in the middle of the night she said no. She was in bed all night, as I took care of the generator all night.
That was weird, and all my daughter's friends that have stayed at our place have seen the lady that I described to my wife. I have researched property owners and one person sticks out of all the rest; Florence E. She owned my property decades ago, maybe it was her we're being visited by.
My screen name is lightkeeper because of my dad, he was in the coast guard and retired. He has told me many ghost stories about the lighthouse he was stationed at. I don't want to be long winded I'll save those hauntings for another time. Thank you