This story I feel might somewhat tie into the previous story that I posted which told of an experience while living with my father. There was old abandoned house almost right across the street from ours. You could tell that it had been involved in a fire at one point. Being young teenagers with nothing better to do, my friend from up the street and I would go over there and climb up in to the house. Everything was still in the place, like somebody had just up and left. We would walk through the house (dumb because it was listed condemned) none-the-less we would look through things. There were boxes of really interesting books and literature. This was not smart I know, but I took a few boxes home with me. I went through some of the boxes and forgot about them for a little while. In the meantime, the house was leveled and set for redevelopment.
After a few months my friend and I were bored and came across the boxes that I had taken form the house. In one of the boxes we discovered a mans birth and death certificate along with other achievements such as his pilots license and other family heirlooms. We both looked at each other and both pretty much said the same thing, "oh crap!" We knew at this point about the woman who had committed suicide in the home prior to us moving in but after discovering the objects in the box we thought that maybe this man was in my house too!
I was going to take the boxes back and burry them in the ground where the house had stood but before I could, my dad made a dump run one day and had taken all the boxes with him and chucked them.
Every time we would walk by that lot there was a very very noticeable drop in temp. Again being dumb we took a Ouija board to the lot to try and communicate with the man to apologize. (I would never ever use one now because I know the dangers) So, myself, my buddy from up the road and his brother, tried to contact him. We had a candle burning in a long cylinder glass next to us. While talking with the Ouija we kept getting the messages 'GO DIE' 'DIE ON THE SABBATH'. When we asked its name, it kept saying VEC and VOR. Then all of a sudden the flame from the candle which originally was a good 5 inches down into the glass shot up about 2 or 3 inches out of the glass.
We decided to call it quits at that point but before we left the lot my friends brother was asking me what the guy looked like and began describing what he said there was a man in the tree watching us with pure hatred in his eyes. He described to me the man that I had seen in the boxes from the property. He had not seen the pictures. We definitely booked it out of there quick!
To this day I don't know if it was the woman haunting my house or if I allowed the man in or if either one were to blame?