I have traveled back to the place where I was born and raised to celebrate Easter with my family. It will sadly be an abbreviated trip due to my work shedule and having to work Sunday evening from 4pm to 12am. But nonetheless I am back in the house that my mother grew up in, and I lived in from 12 years old to 24. Before that we lived in the house next door.
Since my grandmother died in 1994 my family moved back into the house. Renovations were done, and like most old houses with renovations happening old ghosts woke back up. They haven't been quite since. If they ever were quite. I remember spending the night many times with my Mamaw only to have unexplained things happen or see unexplainable things.
The road the house sets on was once owned by an ancestor. There isn't much of this part of the mountain that old' Wickcliffe Nash didn't own. The original Nash house still stands at the end of the road, and has recently (from 2008-now) been under major reconstruction, and has made its way onto the national historic landmark list. Here is a short 10 minute video about the house and reconstruction of you want to watch it:
Now the house I am in for the next two nights has seen its fair share of turmoil, happiness, life and death. All very strong events that can cut the veil and leave a psychic scar. I grew up hearing Haint tales about this old house. Mysterious footsteps, lights, voices as well as physical apparitions and physical touches.
I have had many experiences with spirits in this house. The most recent was probably a year ago when I came do a visit, and awoke to hae a white mist hovering over me. When I saw it a female face and hand appeared from the mist. The hand reached out to touch me and then vanished.
I've heard some old folk say this land should have stayed te apple orchard that it was until the late 1930s when my grandparents built the first cabin here. Perhaps this spot of land is a natural vortex for spirits moving from one side to the next? Or perhaps there is just an energy that brings the spirits here for a while, and then they move on.
Even as I type this entry I hear footsteps above where noone is, and tapping on the walls.
Whatever the cause for the sprits in this house, and no matter how scared or sad they made me in the past I have to thank them for giving me a crash course in spirit work, protections, and communications.