A year ago we found out that in our house, in 1878, a 15 year old girl had been murdered. She was sleeping, and was stabbed in the back with a knife. Her name was Sydney Hyde. The Hydes never lived there again. Now, the spirit of Sydney haunts our house for over a year.
We moved in 2006 about Christmas time. After living in the house for about a month I couldn't sleep all night and I noticed that the lights in the hall were flickering, and of course I thought it was my little 7 year old daughter not sleeping in the middle of the night, so I went to check on her and when I walked out of my bedroom I saw she was sleeping in her bed and the lights were flickering off and on by themselves.
Afterwards my daughter told me that when she woke up one day to go to school and went into her changing room, the hangers with her clothes were sliding. I thought this had to be dealt with in some way so my husband and I sat in my little girl's room as she slept, and screaming was heard coming from everywhere. It woke my daughter and we all ran from it.
My husband and I called a ghost hunter that was closest to us in Glendale. He came the next morning and said he'd have to stay in my little girl's room that night so he could see what Sydney wants and how to maybe get rid of her. So he sat with us and discussed the matter closely and asked questions like, "Around what time did the screaming start?" or "Did you notice any particular smell or something that you really wanted at the time, like some ghosts make you want watermelon or to drink lemonade?" It all sounded queer as if I was some kind of a show contestant, but I still answered his questions and we found out that my daughter was the most sensitive to the ghost.
She told us that every time she is in the room alone she smells some type of perfume that she doesn't know the name of. I was amazed at this fact. The ghost hunter suggested that we should see if she can recognize the perfume. He took out his case that he was carrying and told her to sniff little samplers. She shook her head no to everything and the ghost hunter almost lost hope of finding the right perfume when she sniffed the second to last sampler and told him that was it. The perfume was an old French Chanel 5. It was mid 17th century. We took turns smelling the sampler and trying to remember the smell so that we could recognize it when the room begins to smell like it.
That same night we sat in my girl's room and listened, and there it was again that frightening screaming that almost deafened us. It was not that it was very loud, it was that it was so scary. We stayed in the room with the hunter this time so we could see what he was going to do. He leaned against the bed and almost yelled, "Are you Sidney Hyde?" The screaming ceased. It was quiet as the dead for the next few moments and then the pillows in the bed rocked silently. The hunter nodded to us. "You like Chanel 5 don't you?" he asked the ghost. The clothes hangers screeched against the metal bar they were hanging on. The hunter nodded to us again and the smell came into the room.
It became very cold all of a sudden and my daughter ran and hid behind me and I told the ghost hunter that we would continue this later when she gets to sleep a little. She had been awake for three nights and had no naps whatsoever so I would assume that she was tired. We went to my bedroom and I sat next to my daughter as she lay there on my bed. "Mommy, I can't sleep I'm thinking about... About her..." she told me. I insisted on her sleeping but she kept repeating that she was thinking of her, of Sydney.
I told the ghost hunter that we had to get out of the house and my husband called a hotel, Comfort Suites. We drove there and on our way there she finally fell asleep. She was that tired that it overpowered everything she was thinking of. We went to sleep as well and by morning we heard a fire truck or a siren of that sort. When we went back home we discovered that the house was charcoal black and that all of out belongings were burnt. The house itself was standing in perfect shape it was just that it was black. We were told that the oil pipes were leaking and that something made a spark and the house was on fire for split seconds before it turned black but luckily, no one was inside.