Now we were in a new house…

I was fourteen when we moved again. This house was beautiful, and huge! It was outside city limits on what used to be a farm and was subdivided into the suburbs. One of the first things that happened was myself and stepsister (younger than me, maybe 10 or 11 at the time) were home alone. …

So then we moved…

When I was twelve we moved, since my mom remarried. She used to joke that our home was built on a graveyard. I didn't believe her. It was in fact built on land that the battle of seven oaks occurred on. We only lived there for a few years before moving again. My bedroom was …

My childhood home…

My bedroom was on the main level, which also included a sitting area, dining room, kitchen, bathroom and office. I could kind of see the kitchen from my bed, but I could see the upstairs stair well. Upstairs was the master bedroom, computer room and a small tv room with hot tub. Maybe one day …

Where it all started…

This story, although I experienced it, isn't my own. I was just a newborn brought home from the hospital, so it's rather impossible for me to remember. The home I grew up in was haunted. But it wasn't haunted until I arrived home. According to the little old ladies on the street, a man murdered …

Introduction….

Hello everyone, my name is Torrence and I'm using this platform to share my personal experiences with the paranormal. I grew up in a haunted home, and strange things have happened ever since. Believe what you will, everyone has their own idea of what is real. I am not here to try to sway your …