Jack Wagner (10:09)
We thought it was fun. At that point, we were like, this is cool. Like, this is cool. This is, like a fun. It's like a. Like I said, it's like a party trick. He is eternally skeptical, but I think, like, even things will happen now, and he'll say to me, like, if it doesn't happen to me, I don't believe it. So at that point, we had already signed the paperwork, so it was not even like we had an opportunity. If we. If we were like, wait, this. This is sort of, like, could have changed our offer on the house. We didn't even have that opportunity because everything had already been signed. So it wasn't like we were mad about it. You know, we still loved the house. We still do love the house. But we basically took the keys and we left. That was it. We get to the house, like, one of the first things we do. Mark actually was traveling. I'm remembering now, he was traveling for work a lot at that time. So I think I actually moved into the house without him. Initially, Francis and I were in the house. One of the first things that I did was I pulled all the boxes out of the basement, and I brought them upstairs and started to look through them. They were meticulously organized. So there was, like, an inventory list with codes for everything, including, like, the GPS location. Like, not the. You know, like, the exactly where on the property everything was found. And inside, man, there's so much cool stuff. A lot of it is really old, like Pequot artifacts, like arrowheads, obviously, but also pottery and old bits of clothing, and then through colonial times. So, like, Lots of stoneware, painted ceramics, like children's shoes. And then a lot of animal or. I mean, I think animals. Some of it is unknown, but bone fragments. Like, there's horse jaws and old pipes and, like, bone pipes. So, like, a lot of really cool and pretty creepy stuff. A lot of bones down there. I kind of love creepy stuff. And again, like, at that time, it was just entertainment for me. So I was like, this is weird, but I also, like, I love history. And I was. It really got me super interested in, like, the history of the property and who had lived here before because there was so much. And even, like, you know, my first month living here forgot to mention this, but, like, there's gardens all over the property. I'm looking at them right now. There's, like, five stone garden beds. There's a raised garden. There's all this hardscaping with perennial flowers. And the first month I was here, I would find arrowheads, like, every other week, like, just on top of the dirt, like, as if somebody had placed it there. Just, like, beautiful stuff. Old milk bottles and old ceramics. Like, there's just stuff everywhere. So I just got really, really interested in the history of the property and who had been here before me, because it obviously had been inhabited for a really, really. So like I said, Mark had been traveling a lot at that time and around February. So, like, two or three months later was when it stopped being fun. At this time, my bedroom was upstairs. So we have the first floor, second floor, and then there's a little attic above the third floor. Really small. The first visitation in February, I woke up and it was the middle of the night. I don't remember what time it was, because as soon as I opened my eyes, I was looking at the bookshelf on the side of my bed. And in the bookshelf, I could see the outline of two little boys laying in the bookshelf looking at me. And I think everybody's probably experienced, like, when you're. When you open your eyes in the dark and you think you see something, you think you see a figure, and you just keep staring at it because you can't tell. That is not what this was. It was dark, but it was, like, moonlit in the room. And I think what was. I mean, obviously that was exceptionally strange. What was maybe more strange in retrospect was, like, my lack of action. Like, I didn't do anything about it. I didn't go under the covers. I didn't get up and walk out. I didn't scream. I didn't Turn the lights on. I just stared until I fell back aside. When I woke up the next morning, I think I was actually way more terrified the next day when I remembered what had happened the night before. Pretty soon after that, like three or four. I think it was three for me, one for Mark. More things happened at night, and the intensity was, like, escalating. The second incident, Mark again was traveling. I was laying in bed, and I opened my eyes in the middle of the night. And I was staring straight up at my ceiling. And in my peripheral vision, this thick green mist was starting to enter my line of sight directly overhead. And as it came together, it formed a very distinct face of a man. Like a full head of hair, eyes, but like, no pupils, you know, like, that didn't look like it was. It didn't look like it had anything inside of its eyes. When I saw the face come together, I. I wasn't like, frozen with inaction at this time. I. I let out a really loud, like, gasp, almost a scream that I will not replicate. Cause it's a little embarrassing, but I made like a really loud noise of shock. And the face almost like mirrored my face. Like, opened its mouth and it. I felt like it screamed. And as soon as it opened its mouth, the mist dissipated back to my peripheral. And I was just laying there in bed. Like, you know, you can imagine, like, scary, heavy breathing. So that was the second thing that happened. This time I was very scared. It was a little bit different than the previous incident. Like, I was horrified. And for the rest of that week, actually, like, probably for the rest of that year, if I ever woke up in the middle of the night, I would. I'm not religious. I'm like, kind of anti religious, But I would say the Lord's Prayer over and over and over again until I fell back asleep. I was really scared. And of course, like, after the fact, as I'm describing this to Mark, my skeptical husband was skeptical. And we like, toyed with the idea of this being a sleep paralysis instance. But I never experienced sleep paralysis before. I wasn't under any kind of exceptional stress at that time. Like, I wasn't going through really, like a big. Aside from having bought a house, like. And I'm not a super stressed out person anyways. But there really would have been no triggering incident for having sleep paralysis. And aside from that, like, I just wasn't asleep. Like, I woke up and saw these two things. This became like, a regular topic of conversation in our house because I was really, really scared. I did not want Mark to travel for work anymore. And if he did travel for work, I slept like with Francis in the bed with me, like, or I even would sleep at my parents house sometimes if Mark was traveling. Because I just really did not want to be in the house by myself. It's like if you've ever lost somebody like in your family or like a close friend, you might have had this experience where like there's like three or four days after you lose someone where everything just feels like a little bit thinner and a little bit. There's a very specific like opening of a sense that you don't always have. And then after a few days it kind of goes away. I don't know. That might make sense to some people, it might not make sense to some people, but that's how my house feels all the time. It like always feels like there's a little bit of thinness and a little bit of like pressure that's otherwise not there. So at this time, like it was just a more intense version of that. It felt like kind of heavy. And I still do love the house, but I think Mark, you know, and as things started to pick up more and more, Mark also started to figure out, like, we can't live in this house like this forever. Like that's not going to work. Like we're going to have to do something about this because we live here now. Like this is our house and we don't want to leave. And the next couple things that happened, I think Mark, he, he started to get like, not just a little bit less skeptical, but he started to get full on board with getting rid of whatever was in the house. There were two more incidents that happened within the span of a week. The first one was, was pretty innocuous. I had a. What I thought was a regular night's sleep. And when I woke up in the morning, came downstairs, it suddenly hit me, this memory of having my hand held in the night. My hand was dangling over the side of the bed and I had like that physical memory sensation of somebody holding my hand. And I turned to Mark and I said, somebody was holding my hand last night. A few nights later, Frances was getting up really early. So we would take turns being up with her at like 4:35 in the morning and let the other person sleep. So I was sleeping in on this day and I was laying in bed and I heard my door open. And then I felt somebody's hands around my ankles. They slowly pulled me down, probably a foot. So I was now off my pillow. My legs were probably Dangling, like, from my knees to my feet off the end of my bed. And I sort of, like, shook myself. And I felt the ankles, hands around my ankles again and again, pulled me down. But this time I felt myself being pulled off the bed completely, like, hitting the ground. Could feel my cheek rubbing against the linens. Feel like my body smacking against the wood floor. And when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the top of my bed at my pillow. I don't know how to explain this, but, like, I felt like I was being taken to another place. Like, my physical body wasn't being pulled, but I was being pulled out of my body. And I felt like I was being taken somewhere. I felt like I was receiving a very forceful invitation to enter another world. It felt like a trick. It felt like it wanted me to trust it. Whatever is trying to take me here, it wants me to feel like this is playful and no big deal. But there was something really deep down in me that was just like, you're not supposed to go there. And I very quickly was just like, fuck that. Under no circumstances am I going anywhere against my will. Like, I'm not going to let anything take me anywhere. If I go to another plane, Like, I have to be in control of that. And then I went downstairs and I told Mark everything that had just happened. And I was extremely, extremely shaken up at this point. This was very, very scary for me. Felt like maybe in the absence of the other things that had happened, I would have been able to write this off. But it felt to me like such a clear escalation. It got really, really scary because I also felt like it's one thing just to, like, see somebody in my room, but it's another thing for something to be, like, touching me or, like, holding me. And I was just like, I'm not. I'm really afraid. I don't want that. And I don't know, like, where. Like, what is this thing and where is it trying to take me? The look on his face, like, it turned, I think, from skepticism and laughing it off to concern whether it was, like, just for me and my mental state or for, like, the. My safety or, like, what was happening in the house. I think it was probably some combination at that point. So I started to do a bunch of stuff around the house based on the advice of, like, a friend who I felt was very attuned. I talked to her about the situation, and she suggested, like, playing loud music, move the furniture around. And she was like, just talk to it and tell it that it's not welcome there and to get the fuck out. So I started doing that. Mark started doing it. She suggested putting like plants and offerings in the basement. So I didn't do like offerings per se, but I did put like flowers in the basement and just tried to like really change the energy of the space and the night incidents stopped. But that's when everything with Francis started.