In the fall of 2007, I moved into a small 2 1/2 bedroom house in Lehi, UT. My friends that were already living there loved it, but it had its "special" qualities. I remember when they told me about the weird things that kept happening. Of course, I was like “tell me more!”
My friend, Becca, curled her hair daily and for someone who did that every single day, she would always unplug the curling iron just to be sure. Becca would get ready in front of the mirror on the loft. One day, she came home and smelt something burning. She ran upstairs and sure enough, the curling iron was not only plugged in but was on and it wasn't an easy switch to turn on. Becca swore she unplugged it. This wouldn't be the only time that this would happen. It got to the point Becca would have to physically put the curling iron away in the bathroom. This way even if it was plugged in, it couldn't get the carpet or anything else caught on fire.
I slept on the loft with Becca and there was a room under the stairs, which I will get to later. But before Becca and I slept there, Julia did. She told me about the time she was all cozy in bed, on the loft, watching TV, all of sudden it sounded like someone was going through all the drawers in the kitchen. It scared the crap out of her! She slowly walked down the curved stairs and had her finger on 911. She called out, "Who's there?" And the noise stopped. Cautiously, she walked into the kitchen to find nothing. Not one thing misplaced. She checked the doors and windows, nothing was unlocked. So she went back up to the loft. As soon as she started watching the TV again, the noise started. After a few trips up and down the stairs, and almost calling 911. Julia had enough. She just turned up the TV and left the noise continue until she fell asleep.
Another encounter was while one of the roommates was in the bathroom, and we only had the one. She remembers taking a bath, noticed something in the corner. It was like a weird haze, and not from the steam. It had small movement like she was looking into water. Before getting too scared she said out loud, "I'm not afraid, go away." And the mist vanishes.
When I first moved to the house, I was going to be there alone with the two black cats. These black cats were something else. They would do these weird cat yoga positions. I've had cats before but I've never seen them do what they did. I don’t remember their names but Creepy and Creepier sounds about right.
These 2 cats look nice...the other two...😳
My first night, everyone was going away for the weekend and that left me “alone” with watching Friends re-runs and the demon kitties. We hadn't decided on sleeping arrangements so until everyone got back, I slept on the couch. Because it was my first night I was expecting for something to happen. With all the stories they told me, and it was hard to scare me, but I figure it would happen. I fell asleep with the lamp on, because monster "can't get you" and left the re-runs playing. Needless to say, I slept well and didn't wake up till the next day. Nothing happened. A little disappointed but also kind of relieved. Sister Sarah, that's what we called her, was coming home early because she had to be at work at 3am the next morning. I didn't think anything at that point would happen to me.
This is what I thought of after the fact.
I was still going to sleep in the living room the that night. I actually fell asleep with the lamp on again but this time on accident. I was fast asleep when the sound of a spoon hitting against the side of a glass bowl, but I also heard slurping. I thought, "Oh Sister Sarah was up eating cereal." I even tried to look into the kitchen from the couch. I have pretty bad eye sight so I couldn't see much without my glasses. Also it was dark in the kitchen and I even remember closing my eyes thinking, "Why is she eating in the dark?" After that I fell back to sleep.
The next morning, I'm up around 8am and I look out the window. I see Sister Sarah's truck. Then I hear someone walking around upstairs. So I call up to her, "Sarah!" and she yells back, "What?" I'm getting up and stretching, "I thought you left for work." Still upstairs, "I slept in." I head into the bathroom, still yelling upstairs as roommates do, "I thought I heard you eating cereal this morning." Then Sarah yells back down, "Rae, I don't eat breakfast or cereal." I just stood there in front of the mirror. Finally, she comes down and I tell her, "I think I had just my first experience with 'Jenny'." Explaining to her what happened.
This is what I also imaged the ghost eating lol
The house we lived in was over 100 years old. It had the 10 feet high ceilings but really small upper level. I've lived in a house much like this but didn't have any issues with “ghostly” things.
This isn’t the house we lived in, it was half the size (at the patio) but it’s generally what we lived in.
At one point, a medium came, (psychic) and they had a seance. I wasn't there at this time however what they did get the presence of a woman ghost. Now, if I remember correctly, someone did some research on the house and there was a woman named 'Jenny' that had lived there. That's how we got the name 'Jenny' for our ghost.
If you knew the ladies I lived with in that house, then this photo of Pee Wee visiting this Psychic is what I pictured them doing the seance.
I lived there until the end of Oct that same year before moving to Arizona. I don't know what happened to that house or if there was anything else. I do remember that the real scary part of it, was the bedroom under the stairs, technically under the loft. Anyone that slept there had very vivid and scary nightmares. Didn't matter who and I think they left it empty at some point or as an extra storage space.
I based my poem, "In This House" on what had happened there. It was fun to write and I always love telling that story to people. Many people don't believe in the after life or ghosts. I've always had an interest in the macabre and scary. Not to mention, I'm 1/2 Navajo and superstition is in my blood. There are some people who are more sensitive to it than others. My advice is if you ever do run into a ghost. Don‘t be scared of it, it will only feed off of that fear and energy. I think that's how I was able to live in this house. It also helped that I would play tricks on my roommates like when the mirror fogged up in the bathroom, I wrote "Jenny". So the next person who showered, fogged up the mirror and would see it. *insert evil laugh*
The Hunter‘s Moon is on Oct 13th, and I think I’ll release the poem then...stay tuned!
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