HAUNTING OF PARNELL HOUSE ~PART 4~ #hauntings #hauntedhouses #ghosts

~PART 4~

The Furs!

We had been in the house for about six months, our family consisted of my older and younger sister, my older and younger brother, and myself, my parents, and my grandparents. 

One day, my mother was emptying some boxes she never got around to emptying and was about to reach up and put something on the top shelf of her closet knowing she had cleaned it and planned to store the rest of her stuff there, completely empty she was surprised to see a huge unfamiliar envelope. Looking at it and wondering how she could have missed something that big while cleaning, she decided to open it. Inside were instructions: from Bernice ... the owners mother, (our ghost). 

...It read: Dear Son, please make sure the fur coats in the front closet are set aside for the girls. (along with other belongings that she wanted her girls to have). By now my mother's curiosity was getting the better of her, she knew for a fact the house was empty of all belongings besides that wheel chair. 

By now the woman in my family were getting quite used to Bernice's presence, knew she wasn't there to harm us. In fact she was there we felt by now to watch over us, she loved her grandchildren, which happen to be three girls..of which my mother had three girls. 

My parents bedroom and our bedroom (us three girls), was an addition Bernice's son had built for his mother and the upstairs bedroom room belonged to the his three girls, thus the vanity in the girls bedroom. My parents were in the first floor addition, also containing a bathroom and then a glass door leading into the other parts of the house thru the dinning room, then living room, then the front closet, (which was not all that big), and already contained all the coats, boots, hats, and scarves, of my family members. Nothing was in that closet when we moved in, nothing! 

Talking to Bernice which my mother always did, like she was a living being, as all the woman in our family had grown comfortable in doing by now. Okay Bernice, what are you trying to tell me? I've been in this closet a thousand times so I don't know what you're expecting me to find. 

Figuring by now, her son (our landlord), had already removed from the home and had retrieved the furs.  Imagine her shock, it still gives me goosebumps recalling this story ... as she rummaged thru the family's coats which we had jam packed into this small closet, she is fidgeting around and all of a sudden she is feeling ... FUR!!!  Not one fur, not two furs, but as she continues to feel around,, three hangers, three FURs!! Which were not there there the previous 6 months of living there!!

They seemed to materialize out of nowhere, just like the envelope that contained her last wishes that she wanted these three furs to be put aside for her three girls. 

And so, that's just what my mother did, she called her son, explained she found a letter and three furs. Her son was of coarse was shocked and grateful as they had been looking for them for those 6 months, and thought he must have misplaced them, not expecting to ever see them again, as he also knew he had vacated the property of all of  his mother's belongings. 

Some things in that house cannot be explained, and we had by this time stopped trying to find explanations for them. We were happy, she was happy.

At night as my mother and grandmother were having their nightly cup of tea in the kitchen, 

there were no pans rattling or flying off the stove, no crying, ... just silence. 

But that's still not the end of  "The Haunting of Parnell House."

Haunting of Parnell House -part three-

Haunting of Parnell House

~Part Three~

One night ... I was sick, and I was trying to get some sleep on the couch, I was jarred awake and saw the door partially open and the saw a man's hand on the door knob, the door opened more and then, it just froze, his hand was still on the knob. The door then swung all the way open out of his hand and slammed shut! The noise was deafening and loud enough to wake my parents. They, along with my grandparents came running into the room, I told them what had just happened and my father ran outside and saw a man running down the street, very, very, fast!
 

We would soon discover slamming doors were not uncommon in this house.
We did not know what to make of the door slamming, but I'm glad it did as I felt somewhat protected. Although I never slept downstairs on the couch again.

A few weeks later ...

As my sister and I were getting ready for bed we heard "Time for bed girls" in a stern female voice... plain as day! It was not our mother's voice nor our grandmothers.
We both looked at each other and too afraid to run downstairs, we jumped into bed, pulled the covers over our heads in fright and fell off to sleep.

The next morning at the breakfast table, my mother told us no running around slamming doors after bedtime. We assured her we went straight to sleep because we heard a strange voice telling us it was time for bed and called us 'girls'. 

My mother looked at us and said you mean it was not you two girls running around laughing, and slamming the bedroom door after bedtime. Nope was not us!!

The next night, my mother heard running around and laughing from what sounded like us girls. She ran upstairs ready catch us in the act and scold us, and found that we were indeed sound to sleep.

More to come ...

The Haunting Of Parnell House -part two--

One day, my sister was standing in front of the vanity, combing her hair, getting ready for school, I was sitting on the bed, and she let out a blood curdling scream, threw her brush in the sink and ran out of the room, leaving me in the same room ... paralyzed.
I later found out, when she was brushing her hair she looked up into the mirror and saw a pair of old lady eyes staring at her.

 

That same night ... my grandmother and mother were sitting at the kitchen table having their nightly cup of tea, when the pans on the stove start to rattle softly, then rattle not so softly, then one of them jumped into the air and bounced off the stove and onto the floor.

The Haunting Of Parnell House -part one-

"The Haunting Of Parnell House"

~ Part One ~

by

Janet Palaggi

Back in the 70's you were looked upon strangely for believing in ghosts.

It is good to know that society or at least a big part of the world now believe in ghosts or have had an experience themselves. I am one of those people. The woman in my family are what you would call sensitives. We pick up very easily on ghostly energies, (we are also a bit psychic, but then again most people are they just don't know it).

When I was 8, my family moved into a beautiful red brick Georgian home. It had an addition on the back that the owner built to accommodate his growing family, three girls. He went so far as to put a vanity in the girls' bedroom.
One night I had gone with my father to clean up for the move the next day. I was sitting playing with my barbies when I heard a squeaking noise coming from upstairs. I ran and told my father and we went to investigate. Upon entering the last bedroom, there in the far corner was a wheel chair! My heart was pounding and like any father trying to put his daughters nerves to rest and not wanting to scare me, said "It's probably a mouse." That did not ease my nerves as I remember trying to decide what I should be more afraid of, a mouse or a ghost? I went back to playing, he went back to cleaning, and then I saw a dark wet puddle at the foot of the stairs, again I called out to my father, he came in and said it must be rust stain or something.

So, I'm not feeling right about this house, but my mother was so happy she had found it, I did not want to spoil her happiness, besides I was not too alarmed as I had always been interested in the stories my mother and grandmother told us had happened to them, and was told I would more than likely be open to it like the rest of the woman in the family. I just did not expect it at the age of 8. That same night as we were leaving I looked back at the house and saw the light in the front room turn itself off. I told my dad but by the time he looked it was on again. We got into the car and looked again, the light went off! My father saw it that time and told me, it was probably on a timer. Only thing is I don't remember seeing any lamps or timers in any part of the house as we had not even moved in yet.

When my grandparents, who also lived with us questioned the landlord about the wheel chair, and he said it belonged to his mother Bernice, (the girls' grandmother). He went on to explain that his mother had been in a wheel chair the ladder part of her life, and not being used to it, rolled down the stairs, splitting her head open at the bottom of the stairwell, and broke her neck. She passed away in that exact spot, you guested it, right where I saw the dark stain my father had assumed was rust.
That spot had mysteriously disappeared before we moved in the next day.

 -More To Come-

©Janet Palaggi

2012