Echoes of the Past

Echoes of the Past

Seeking to move in together, my boyfriend, Jim, and I ventured into a new chapter as we settled into a duplex in Sabattus. Little did we know that this seemingly quaint home, steeped in history, held a portal to the paranormal, and a tapestry of apparitions awaited.

๐Ÿ” As we made ourselves at home, stumbling upon concealed compartments within the walls and a basement with a dirt floor hinted at a history shrouded in mystery. Each hidden space seemed to whisper of untold stories, adding an extra layer of intrigue to our new abode.

๐Ÿ‘ป Strange occurrences began to unfold, and I, already sensitive to the supernatural, sensed the presence of a man and a woman. Jim, however, was reluctant to acknowledge the possibility of paranormal activity. As the weeks passed, the duplex transformed into a stage for inexplicable events, each more perplexing than the last.

๐ŸŽ„ The Christmas tree, once adorned with festive decorations, would mysteriously be stripped bare and upended in the corner of the living room. Jim, often home alone during my second shift work hours, found himself witnessing a spectrum of paranormal activities that defied explanation.

๐Ÿ‘€ One night, Jim encountered the apparition of a woman at the bottom of the stairway, who turned and vanished halfway up the stairs. Another chilling incident unfolded when, during Jim's absence on a snowmobile trip, I found myself face to face with a tall man sporting a beard and a top hat standing at the foot of our bed. His raised fists and piercing glare sent me into a scream that echoed through the duplex.

๐Ÿ  Seeking answers, I delved into the town's records and uncovered a dark history. The row housing, including our duplex, once housed mill managers and higher-ups. One upper manager, plagued by a violent temper, had a tragic altercation with his wife after she gave birth. The fight resulted in a fatal fall down the stairs for both mother and child.

๐Ÿ”ฎAs time unfolded, the paranormal activity in our home escalated to unsettling heights. Windows blew out of the front door regularly, cabinets opened with dishes and silverware scattered across the kitchen floor, footsteps and banging echoed in the attic, mirrors shattered, and the bathtub water turned on by itself, often flooding the second floor bathroom when we were away. Faced with these inexplicable events and the realization that our home was a relic of a tragic past, explained the lingering presence of the apparitions. The duplex, steeped in the echoes of sorrow, became a canvas for their spectral existence. We needed help and we needed a professional...

๐Ÿ‘ป Ghost hunter Steve entered our lives, armed with electronic equipment, candles, small bibles for every room, sage to cleanse, and holy water. Upon arrival, he instantly sensed the presence of the apparitions. Placing a large pillar candle at the top of the stairs and lighting it, the candle split in half and burnt out, a manifestation of the intense energy in the space.

๐Ÿš—Ironically, after spending several hours at our apartment, Steve met an unfortunate fate. He was involved in an accident on the turnpike on his way home, resulting in his untimely passing at the scene. To this day, the circumstances surrounding his accident remain shrouded in mystery. Whether it was a mere accident or if something followed him, causing his demise, remains unanswered. In the wake of these events, we made the decision to move out of the apartment shortly thereafter, seeking solace and distance from the enigmatic and haunting experiences that had befallen us.

๐Ÿ“–Tales of hauntings persisted for years later, and our shared experiences in that paranormal haven would become chapters etched in the stories of those who once walked its halls.

โค๏ธThis blog is a tribute to an extraordinary man with a generous heart, whose sole desire was to assist us in leading a normal and joyful life. This occurred during the 1980s, a time when the concept of "ghost hunters" had yet to become commonplace.

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