001: My Haunted Childhood – The Ghost Story That Follows Me

What do you do when the ghost that haunted your childhood home follows you to your new house halfway across the country? That is exactly what happened to the person in tonight’s true ghost story. I was home alone. And I heard a violin playing and I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from… RYAN AZEVEDO: So what do you do when your mom takes you to an unmarked grave…in a soccer field… at a church?!? Then tells you that this is where the body of the person that haunts our house is buried. That is exactly what happened to the person you’re about to meet. Welcome to my haunted childhood. KELLY: All right, well, my name is Kelly. I am from Michigan. So I grew up in a haunted house. Well, I grew up in a house that ended up being haunted. It was built in 1836. It is the fifth oldest house in the town that I grew up in. Yeah, so it’s an old Victorian built in 1836. It’s an old white farmhouse mansion. And when my parents went to look at the house in the 80s, the people who were showing them the house, were warning them the whole time about John, this, John that Oh, sometimes John likes to open doors, oh, you know, sometimes blah, blah. And, and the whole time, they’re like, what, there’s a ghost here like this is, you know, they’re half believing it half not, and the person showing them the house, you know, saying that John is the original owner of the house. And he still resides there. And so they didn’t really take it seriously, they bought the house. And it was very hard to sneak around as a kid because the floors were very loud. Sometimes if the wind blew really hard, you’d kind of hear like our you know, like, the house was kind of like, Let’s go in. There are definitely times I felt weird presences. But my mom always did one day come home from school. And she was like, Kelly, the weirdest thing happened. I was like, what and she was like, I was home alone. And I heard a violin playing and I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. And I was like, okay, that’s weird mom, you know, maybe like lonely housewife syndrome, who knows what’s going on there. So I didn’t really take it seriously. But my mom always would talk about John and she always was was going off about something new, relating to John, and she would me and her would go on dog walks together. And she would always take me to this area behind the house that was past the property line. It was a church parking lot, or I’m sorry, a church soccer field with a stone towards the property. And she would take me there. And she’d always say, I think John is buried here. And of course, I mean, it was just an unmarked stone in the ground. And so I never really thought anything of it. So it’s 2008. My parents are selling the house. And they sell the house to a developer who only wants the waterfront property. And so he let my parents know that he was going to move the house. And so my mom was really upset about this, that the house was going to be taken off of the property and move somewhere. Because again, she had that really strong connection with John and she knew that John would be upset about it. And so one night, she goes out into the dark, and calls out to John and she’s like, John, I’m so sorry. I never, we never wanted this to happen. We’re so sorry that your house is going to get moved. And as she’s calling out to him, she saw a shadow pass in front of her of a tall man. And she heard a voice. And it said, I’m not mad. I’m just sad. But I’m gonna make sure nobody’s ever happy here. So then fast forward to 2017. I am living in an art farm in North Carolina, and living with a bunch of people. And there was this one woman who lived there named Leanne, and she, one night literally, we’re just hanging out in the living room and she looks at me and she’s like, Kelly, I have a secret. And I was like, what? And she was like, I see dead people. Like she literally said, I see dead people. And I was like, Okay, well, I grew up in a haunted house. And she said, Don’t tell me any information about it. If you want me to try to contact the Spirit in your childhood home, all I need is pictures. And so I said, Okay, so I get on my computer. And I pull up a picture of the house from 2008. I then pulled up or I bought the history book on the town that I was raised in, you know, those like sabia history books, you know, in in pharmacies that tell all about the surrounding towns, well, there’s one that is on the, the town I’m from. So I bought that book. Well, I bought that book because there’s history on the house in that book, because it’s the fifth oldest house in the town. And so then I also pull up the Google Maps image of the vacant property. Mind you, it’s 2017, the property has remained vacant for nearly 10 years at that point, and then I pull up the Google Maps image of where the house is now. And so I invite Leann into my room, at this point, the story always kind of start ...