On August 5th Michelle "Max" Buckius lost her brief and fierce battle with cancer. In the hours, days, and weeks since then I have been constantly thinking about the beautiful soul that was Michelle and how despite her life being cut short she had such an impact on not just myself and my sister but countless other people.
I did not have the privilege of meeting Michelle until we were thirteen, almost fourteen, and one week away from the start of High School at Sacred Heart Academy in Hempstead, NY. We were at Island Trees Middle School picking up our text books. Our Mothers began bonding over how they paid so much in taxes and all the district had to do was provide a bus and books and they didn't even want to do that. See the problem the school district was having was that we were taking Latin and the school had ordered the books and now couldn't locate them. So while we all waited for further information on the books Michelle, Meghan, and I exchanged some small talk about hobbies and interests. Eventually there was a resolution to the missing books and we all went our way. I didn't think much about our meeting. I assumed we may not even really see each other much in high school since I was coming from a school where there had been 25 in my class and in Sacred Heart there would be 200. Sure I knew we were taking Latin but at this point three out of three people that I knew at Sacred Heart were taking Latin so that didn't mean much.
Our Mothers and us at graduation.
Michelle and I join Meg and try on tree costumes.
Then the first day of school came, and the bus came, and we got on, and Michelle was there and immediately picked up on the conversation from a week earlier. And then there she was again in Latin class (because only a few brave souls actually took Latin) and of course the bus ride home. And this went on day after day after day, year after year. Sometimes it changed sometimes Michelle or we would have an after school activity and someone would skip the bus. Other times we would all have an after school activity together like intramural sports or working on costumes for our senior year production of the Wizard of OZ.
When we didn't have school we would go to Michelle's house and get a movie from Blockbuster and hang out in her den. Or go to Friendly's were Michelle would order the Fishamajig sandwich fairly consistently. There were even trips into New York City to see a Broadway show. And two trips across the ocean the first to France and the second to Switzerland and Italy. The point is what began as a frustrating wait for some Latin textbooks became a friendship that had the three of us referring to each other as "Triplets."
I wish I remembered why we posed like this.
I keep going over some of my favorite memories with her and there are a lot. Like one funny example of how small the world is. Meg and I worked at McDonald's in high school and we were telling Michelle about funny/interesting/ and annoying customers. So we were telling her about one customer who always ordered a grilled chicken sandwich but wanted everything separate: lettuce in one box, tomato in another box, bread in a third, and chicken in a fourth. Michelle began laughing because the customer who we knew as "the chicken lady" was her Nanny when she was a child.
A reenactment of the salute.
I think it was senior year when we made up army ranks for various teachers and one day the three of us were walking down the hall with Meg on one side, Michelle in the middle, and me on the other side when one of our teachers entered the hall. We all stopped simultaneously and saluted. Never before or after did we get the timing so perfect.
We travelled to Europe together and viewed the beaches at Normandy and visited the National Cemetery with gravestone after gravestone as far as we could see. We spent part of a night in a haunted hotel room until we couldn't take it any longer and moved to a different room. We stood under the Eiffel Tower and visited Venice, Florence, and Rome.
Our trip to France was in 1998 and the World Cup was being played there. Not only that but our last night in France was a playoff game that would send the winner to the final game and France was in that game. Not realizing that we could go into bars we walked around the Champs-Elysees trying to look in and see the score. At some point we heard lots and lots of screaming and cheering and we turned to an older man on the road and asked "did we just win?" Luckily for us he was an Englishman and he was slightly confused but then answered "yes we won." The French team went on to beat Brazil and become "the Champs."
Vive la France!
A year later we were in a hotel room in Switzerland when there was a noise that startled me. I jumped on the bed to close the window and broke the bed. The slats fell through to the floor. Michelle and Meghan, the girl scout and genius, spent the next hour or so fixing the bed. We couldn't get the slats to bend back in so one of them came up with the idea to fill the tub with water and soak the slats so that the wood would become more pliable. Then armed with our Swiss Army knives we had stereotypically bought in Switzerland we bent the slats back and repaired the bed.
We saw the Phantom of the Opera and the Scarlet Pimpernel on Broadway, the latter making such an impression that on a Year Book page congratulating the three of us we had multiple references to it.
The Scarlet Pimpernel
Also there were adventures in driver's ed (we really were inseparable in high school.) Our driver's ed teacher was obsessed with the Amityville Horror house and we spent the better part of our classes with Michelle driving first so that we passed the house, me doing a three point turn, and Meghan driving home.
Prom group photo
And of course there was prom night when after leaving the prom we went to play laser tag and ended the night in a Diner.
After Prom laser tag
And then high school ended and we went north to New Hampshire while Michelle went south to North Carolina.
Ahh the 90s
Our second day of classes our sophomore year was 9/11/01 and the attack on the World Trade Center. Michelle was still in NY because her semester was starting late as she would be spending it abroad. So she was in NY and the amazing human being that she is when our city was attacked she went to help others. It was an experience that changed and effected her. Michelle had always had a drive to help and care for others but I think this strengthened that in her.
Rye Playland
It was at this point where it became increasingly clear that we would never be in the same state at the same time. Our friendship survived through phone calls and texts and on social media. Each time no matter how long had gone by we would pick up as if no time had passed. It isn't even like we had to fill each other in on what was going on. It was like we somehow knew and would just continue. I feel like Michelle had a sixth sense because every time she would call me I would have just been thinking, "I wonder how Michelle is? Or its been awhile since I last spoke to Michelle"
But time did pass and I wish it hadn't. I always thought there would be time later. Sure our lives had diverged but there would always be more time to call and talk and visit. I took it for granted that there would be time and ended up wasting it because now there is no more time.
So what made this friendship so special? Well remember when we first met how I said I didn't really think much about meeting someone. For a variety of reasons Meg and I were very isolated. We had each other as friends and didn't really see a need to worry about other friends. But Michelle was willing to put in the work. And she showed Meg and myself that we did need and want friends. Michelle made every friendship I have ever had from high school to today possible. Not only that but like I said in the beginning we called her our triplet. A few months ago I dug out some of our pictures from high school. I don't think that it is an accident that basically when ever the three of us were together Michelle was always in the middle. Physically symbolically whatever she was a part of us. She broke through a wall we had built and I don't know that anyone else could have done that.
We were so young.
"Rae's girls all three", "Triplets", and a "Terrific Trio" is how we described ourselves.
So many inside jokes :-)
Every time we left PA these past few months I thought to myself "I'm not ready to see her for the last time." Truth is I was never going to be ready I'm still not. But I know I'm not alone in feeling that way and thinking that way. I know there are a lot of other people in NY, MA, PA, NC, Grenada, MS, and countless other places that feel the same way. Michelle loved people. She loved them she cared for them she wanted to help and protect other people all the time. Some of it was learned from her parents and from years as a girl scout but also I think it was just who she was it was the way she was born. It is no accident she found her calling as a doctor, a surgeon. Performing plastic surgery was just an outward manifestation of what she already did for people on the inside, she made them feel whole.
I can think of no better way to celebrate her life then to continue in a way that would make her proud. It's as simple as be kind to others. She always wanted others to feel like they belonged and were wanted. I am just one of the many who have been changed and made better because I knew her. She truly was in a league of her own.
Monday September 23rd should be her 37th birthday, well it still is, but this time she isn't a text or call away. It just doesn't make sense. How can everything be going so well and then fall apart in a matter of months?
Michelle deserved so much happiness. Not that everyone doesn't but she really deserved it. She was so good. And here she was finally done with school, in a plastic surgery practice, and not only that but she was in the best shape of her life. Her life and career was falling into place perfectly. Everything she had been working for was coming to fruition.
At her graduation when she finished her plastic surgery program my Mom gave her a beautiful painting that had been painted specifically for her, based on a design that my Mom had imagined, by a local Nashville artist.
Mom and Michelle
Michelle was supposed to get married Labor Day weekend at the Aquarium on Long Island. Shortly after learning she had cancer I called her, not really understanding how serious it was or maybe hoping it wasn't as bad as I thought. I asked her if she had plans for her Bachelorette or if I could help plan something.
I don't understand because there was so much good she still had to do. Not only being a model for her family and friends but the countless patients she could have helped and young doctors she could have mentored.
It just doesn't make sense why her? Why didn't treatments work? Cancer is so random and cold. Treatment should have worked she should have recovered that would make sense and then she would go on with her life and career. There were certainly lots of people praying for her. I prayed for her every night to God to St. Peregrine, the patron saint of those who suffer from cancer. And so I sit here grieving but also I am so angry at how senseless this loss is. I want the world to follow some kind of logic and order and this doesn't at all. There is no logic and order to cancer. It serves no purpose.
Or how do I rectify this pain with a loving God. Because a loving God would have listened to prayers and realized this was a special person with a lot of good to do. She was someone who the world needed. And why does God answer one prayer and not another? All the wasted prayers for New York Ranger wins, David Cone's Perfect game I prayed for an out with every pitch, tests in school, or promotions and raises at work, and the Solar Eclipse of 2017 I prayed for perfect weather.
Did I waste all my answered prayers on nonsense?
Because I would trade them all for these prayers to have been answered.
At the back of my Year Book Senior year was a poem I had written I think during my sophomore year. It certainly hit hard when I read it after looking through the year book for pictures of Michelle.
I first heard about the "Demon House" in Hartford City, Indiana, while watching an episode of Paranormal Lockdown. In the show two investigators, Nick and Katrina, lock themselves in haunted locations for 72 hours. During the episode Nick ventured into a crawl space and found human remains; the investigation was stopped; police were called.
Having seen that episode when I saw an opportunity with American Hauntings Ghost Tours to go to that house and do an investigation of my own I jumped at the chance. Meg and I reserved our spots in what promised to be a small group which was perfect. We would avoid the contamination of a large amount of people, like in Waverly, and possibly be able to see what other people who have done this more say and do.
Now I am not going to lie the title "Demon House" scared me and I was definitely more nervous for this investigation than I was for the Crescent and Waverly. So I began doing research, trying to trace the history of the house and better understand who/what was haunting it and why this house. What exactly earned the house the nickname of "Demon House"?
My post will be split into sections, much like the blog about Waverly Hills.
1. History
Hartford City is located in Blackford County, Indiana, and serves as the county seat. In the 1830s Hartford was a few log cabins centered around a ford for Lick Creek. It was called Hart's Ford which is assumed to be origin of the town's name. In 1838 Blackford County formed and Hartford City in Licking Township and Montpellier in Harrison Township were nominated to be the county seat. Montpellier based its claim on it being the oldest community in the county. Eventually Hartford City was chosen since Licking Township was the most populated township. The area was slow to develop because it was primarily swamp land. Work began to drain the swamps and farms began to populate the area since the freshly drained swamps left behind nutrient rich land. Then in the mid 1880s Natural Gas and Oil were found and the Indiana Gas Boom began a 15 year period of intense growth. Hartford City's population would triple over the next decade as different industries would move in to the area to take advantage of the economic boom. Hartford City would also see two major rail lines cross through the town helping to aid travel.
With the newfound industry Hartford City benefitted greatly as the county sought to upgrade its seat. The original courthouse was deemed inadequate and plans were made for a new courthouse. The new courthouse and surrounding buildings were constructed in the early 1890s and are now the Courthouse Square Historic District. The Blackford County Courthouse is listed on the National Register of Historic Places and is one of the most photographed buildings in the county for its historical and architectural value.
Now specifically narrowing down on the property on August 20, 1838 Peter Wire purchased 80 acres of land that, I believe, included the property we were investigating.
My research of the house, 218 North Monroe Street, falls primarily in the 1890s - early 1900s. I found reference to there being a structure on the property dating back to the 1850s but that it was damaged in a fire in 1890s and the new home was built possibly using some of the burnt wood. I did find a fire in 1892 in Hartford City that destroyed the Crescent Paper Mill. The fire destroyed the entire mill and there were injuries but luckily no fatalities.
However I have not found anything to tell me where geographically the Mill was located. Afterwards I saw reports of lots for sale called the Crescent Additions while I don't think the house was part of the Crescent Paper Mill property I think it is nearby and could have at some time been owned by the same person, perhaps Peter Wire.
I did find the house which is lot 3 and 4 block 14 in Original Hartford City being purchased from J. Frank Taughinbaugh on February 4th, 1892, by Albert Saxon. Albert is the oldest son of John Saxon and a member of one of the first families to settle in Hartford City. The Saxons first came to Hartford City in 1839 with thirteen other families. Albert's Great Grandfather, John Saxon, was born in NY and joined the Continental Army when he was 15 years old. He came to Blackford County and claimed property as part of his bounty for serving. John passed away in 1862 at a little over 100 years old and was one of the last surviving veteran's of the Revolutionary War. Today a bronze plaque honors his service to the country at the County Courthouse.
Albert's father also named John Saxon served as Hartford City Sheriff and I have heard that he lived in the house on Monroe Street while he was Sheriff mainly because there is a rumor that he kept prisoners in the basement. However he served as Sheriff between 1877 and 1882. So unless he lived there and either rented from Frank Taughinbaugh or sold it to him only to have his son repurchase it ten years later this seems unlikely. I do think he lived there but not while serving as Sheriff especially since the next real estate transaction for the property was in Mary Saxon's name, John's wife and Albert's mother.
Other than a note in his biography that his two terms as sheriff were satisfactory to all he served I was unable to find many stories about John Saxon. He was involved in a shoot out when he and a bunch of others tracked down some suspected train robbers.
I did find obits about his wife Mary Saxon deceased in 1907 and his son John B. Saxon deceased young in 1898 and both were well loved.
Back to tracing the ownership and history of the house John Saxon passed away August 9th, 1896 and on August 11th, 1897 Mary Saxon had a real estate transaction with the next owner of the home.
The Berger's were a well respected family in the area. John Berger was a member of the Rotary Club and Oddfellows. He worked for the glass company and served as a travel agent helping people travel back and forth between Belgium and America. He also worked as a distributer for the Indianapolis Brewing Co and owned his own establishment, I found his liquor license requests year after year as well as several advertisements.
I also learned that John Berger had some political aspirations and was nominated for Councilman in 1896. Apparently his being a saloon owner caused some to argue against his nomination however he refused to withdraw his name.
Not anything to do with the house's history or the haunting but there were several times as I went through the Hartford City Telegram that the paper made me laugh. Like this exert noting that at least one "wag" voted for the two saloon owners for council and the prohibitionist for Mayor.
The Berger's would own the house on Monroe Street for over two decades but the family suffered several tragedies in that time, reading their history it certainly did seem like the family was cursed while living in that house. To start with in 1904 John's health took a turn for the worse. He travelled to one hospital in West Baden and stayed for several days before returning considered to be much improved. Unfortunately it did not last and the following year, 1905, he travelled to Silver City, New Mexico.
John's sickness was not the only trouble for the family at the time. John's brother Martial was having serious health problems. In 1904 Martial had been locked outside and suffered severe frostbite. After that a horse stepped on his injured foot and caused gangrene to start. As a result a March 25, 1905 article Martial Berger had to have his leg amputated from the knee down. Two years later on September 11, 1907 Martial Berger passed away of pneumonia. Like his brother he had come to Hartford City in the late 1880s to work at the glass company.
Also in 1905 John Berger's son George was attacked while out with his friends. George and one friend were both shot and George may have actually been dead for a brief moment. It is certainly clear that at the time it was expected George would die. He did not die and made a full recovery as did his friend Andre. I found many articles about both of them as they were musicians who played in several cities in Indiana.
In 1908 lighting struck the house. It did not cause damage or harm anyone in the home but it did put out over 100 telephones and woke up the family.
Then a year later on October 13, 1909 the next tragedy struck the family. Libbie Berger, daughter of John, and Fred Nicaise had been married in 1894 just after Thanksgiving. Unfortunately after giving birth to a son who passed away shortly after being born Libbie also passed away from complications of pregnancy and diabetes.
Shortly after she passed away her remaining children moved in to the house on Monroe to live with their Grandmother.
At some point in the early 1900s the Bergers began renting the upstairs apartment to a family of five: Ulysses, Mary, Earl, Edna, and Ernest Miars. The Miars' stay at 218 North Monroe street was also fairly tumultuous. First there was the mysterious illness of Edna. I'm not sure what was going on but I think the little girl was not seen for awhile and rumors began to spread about her health. It was certainly strange to find an article stating the child is not sick.
That was in 1904. Three years later in 1907 the Hartford City Telegram began chronicling the unstable relationship between Mary and Ulysses Miars. On March 20th, 1907 the Telegram published an article stating that Mary Miars had filed for divorce claiming that Ulysses subjected her to cruel and inhumane treatment and had thrown her out of the home a week earlier. Strangely two months later they reconciled their differences and settled the divorce.
However the reconciliation did not last long. On October 7th, 1907 Mary Miars went to the prosecutor and filled a charge of wife abandonment against Ulysses. Apparently several weeks earlier Ulysses had left Hartford City to work in Marion, Indiana for the Clover Leaf Railway Company. When given notice of the charge Ulysses said he would easily prove himself innocent "and will make strenuous efforts to show there are many startling things connected with the case not made public up to date." Two months later, December 4 1907, Ulysses filed for divorce.
A month later the divorce was granted with Mary keeping custody of the two minor children, Edna now 8 and Ernest now 5. She received $15 a month alimony as well as $15 a month in child support. For her part Mary dropped the charges of wife abandonment. Ulysses remarried a little over a month later. By the1910 census Mary and all three children had left Monroe street and moved to Jefferson street in Ward 2 of Hartford City.
With both parents claiming the other was cruel I am fairly certain that the home life for the children was not easy. I can't find it now but I had seen a picture taken of the house and the image of two small children appeared peering out an upstairs window. Online people speculated about who the "ghost children" could be. Some believed they were missing children from the 1850s however I can't find any report of missing children. Others wondered if it was the Miars children. One report claimed the children had gone missing or possibly been killed in the home, this was aided by the fact that Ulysses obituary listed only Earl as a surviving child. So I decided to try and find out what had become of the Miars family. I'm not sure when they left Hartford City but I do know that both Edna and Earnest would go on to live full lives. They were both married and Earnest had several children.
But if they lived and moved out of the house why would the children be haunting their childhood home? My thoughts are perhaps that the children looking out the window were a residual haunting, like hearing the crying at the Crescent Hotel and repeated breaths and sighs at Waverly. A coworker once asked me why we are interested in doing ghost investigations. Part of it is a desire to know and understand but the other part is to learn about ghosts and possibly help them move on to where they should be so they can rest. In order to try and do that I printed out pictures of the two young Miars graves and brought them with me as proof, in case it was an intelligent haunting that we could interact with, that they had left the house and moved on and that they could do that once again.
Now my history gets less detailed. I read that at some point in 1921 Harry and Emma Meyers purchased the home from Mary Berger and along with their son, Clayton, lived downstairs. At some point prior to 1935 Sydney and Meryl Faulkner begin renting the upstairs of the house. I found their entry in the 1940 Census, the last census available publicly since 1950 won't be released until next year.
According to his obituary in the Star Press on 8/7/1951 Harry passed away at home of a heart ailment. I don't know if they were still living in the house on Monroe street. I do know Clayton served in the Airforce during WW2 and held the rank of Technical Sergeant. He passed away in 1999 and was buried with his wife, Pearle, in Hartford City Cemetery so he stayed local. I have not found either Harry or Emma's gravesites.
I also found that between November of 2000 to September 2005 the house changed hands three times finally ending up in the hands of Eddie and Pam Norris who bought the house planning on flipping it, and thirteen years later they still own the house.
And then my history ends. I have seen reference to many things that I can not find any actual evidence to back it. For example I heard a woman hung herself in the house in the 1940s but it wasn't Meryl Faulkner or Emma Meyers. There is the story of missing children that I can not verify. Also the report of fires in the home that I have not found news reports to substantiate.
There is also word that in the 1970s some people who were into occultism lived in the house and may have practiced there.
Now also as part of my research I began looking up video of other people or groups that had investigated at the house on Monroe Street. The house was brought to wider attention by the work of Nick and Katrina on Paranormal Lockdown but I also found amazing videos by Terry Wiloby, The Fourman Brothers, Mike Flickner from SIGHS, Truth Paranormal and Ectovision Paranormal.
There were a few things that I kept hearing on the videos. One was a reference to a woman being killed. For example a voice would be recorded saying "I killed her." I also saw several videos with references to killing a baby. Now nothing I found from the history of the house gave me any clues to what was being referenced.
I did expand my search a little bit to the other homes in the area. I did this because a lot of times hauntings are connected by old property lines. So something a few blocks away may have at one time been part of the property. Now I have trouble with that because I don't understand why an arbitrary property line would effect a haunting. I guess I understand if the ghost knew of that as one property maybe it would travel the whole property but then why haunt one house and not the next door house?
However broadening my search I did find two particularly troubling stories. The first is the story of Mrs. Chris Bessinger who lived across the street from the Courthouse in the Dowell Building at 107-109 West Washington Street. It was built in 1893 and had offices and apparently at least one apartment. On May 3rd, 1899 Mrs. Bessinger gave birth to a stillborn baby. Rather than pay for a funeral they threw the baby into the office outhouse. And according to the paper Mr. Bessinger didn't understand what he had done wrong. To me this disregard for life is the closest I found to an actual evil act.
The second event that I found is the story of Ada (Wright) Green who on April 12th, 1899 took her own life by ingesting strychnine. Strangely enough Ada was living in the Dowell building with the Bessingers. Could this be the baby and the suicide that has been referenced in the videos I found online?
My research certainly revealed a lot of pain and personal tragedy in a very small area so maybe there is something going on but for every sad story in the newspaper there were happy stories as well. This is just a snap shot with a focus on negative events. I read about weddings, dances, social clubs and gatherings, and awards and scholarships given out.
I easily could have focused on the happy times of the Berger family take for example George Berger, the young man who was shot. George survived and went on to continue as a member of the Hartford City Band, owned a theater, and married.
Another happy event in the family history would be Mae(y) Berger, Mary and John's youngest daughter, graduated from the local Catholic high school with a business degree on May 15th, 1907.
The Telegram is also filled with society events like the card club that Ida Berger was a member of that would gather at different homes and play hearts. Ida was apparently quite good because she won a lot of prizes.
Elmer Berger, John and Mary's oldest son, was married September 12, 1906 to Caroline Hartley. And Mae Berger, John and Mary's youngest daughter, was married January 25th, 1911.
That is everything I learned about the house. But it is not everything I know about the property. Long before there was a house on Monroe Street there was swamp land in north eastern Indiana. I have found maps that show the Great Black Swamp stretching across Ohio all the way to Fort Wayne, Indiana. And this lead me to wonder about the bodies found on the property (not including the bones found in the crawl space). Could the bodies found in the back yard be from people who were lost in the swamp? Or perhaps they were early settlers who travelled through and were killed by disease like malaria from mosquitos.
2. Equipment
The main pieces of equipment I was focused on using were the three hunting cameras, three recorders, and the S-Box.
The hunting cameras were going to be stationary in three different rooms to help give us coverage. Since I had watched videos I had an idea as to where I wanted to place them. One was definitely going in the basement looking towards the crawl space were human remains had been found on Paranormal Lockdown, one was going to be in the second floor room with the window where the two children had been seen, and the third was on the first floor in a back bedroom that people seem to hear noises from a lot.
With the recorders Meg would carry one on her all night and I would have the other. Unlike in Waverly we bought bands so that the recorders were hands free on our wrists. In Waverly we had a lot of distortion from moving our fingers and changing our grips on the recorders. The third recorder was for burst EVP that we could do and listen back to immediately.
The S-Box is still new to us but we had some success with it in Vicksburg so we wanted to continue to try it out.
3. Investigation/ Evidence
We arrived at 218 north Monroe Street about an hour and a half early partly to look at notes and prepare and also to get some exterior photos before others arrived. We drove up the alley behind the house and parked next to a dumpster on the property. As we began reviewing notes Eddie Norris, the owner, came out the door and greeted us and invited us in. Luckily we got an unplanned interview and tour with Eddie while we waited for others to arrive. I got to discuss some of what I had found out about the house and he gave me some further information to research and use in our investigation.
About ten minutes before go time Lisa from American Hauntings arrived with a burst of energy. She was awesome throughout the night telling us about some of the techniques that her team used and just in general checking on how we were doing. Once the rest of the group arrived we went on a group tour with her and Eddie of the house but not before a quick blessing and prayer.
Despite the name Demon House and how I had psyched myself up there really wasn't any part of the night where I felt scared. I did feel like something had been touching me in the kitchen when we had been touring with Lisa and the group but there was never any feeling of dread or concern at all.
As far as investigating we tried to balance our time between each of the floors so that we hit each floor roughly every other hour or so, with the exception of the basement which had a steep staircase that we decided to only travel it a couple of times. Also it was filling with water because of the rain. On each floor we used the SBOX as well as tried some burst EVPs. Over the course of the night we felt tired and cold but we were up all night in a house in Indiana where it was 55 degrees so that made perfect sense.
At one point towards the end of the night Meg heard a disembodied voice but couldn't understand it. There were a few times when we heard taps or a bang but there were other people in the house and it was raining which interfered with sound. Also we found that each different group of people at times felt drawn to certain areas of the house. For example one of the times when we really felt like going to the basement a different group got an EVP saying "the basement" and another person also wandered to the basement. The same thing happened later with all of us traveling to the second floor at the same time despite investigating separately. We left happy that we had gone but knowing if we were going to have anything it was going to have to come from EVP and the cameras we had placed on each floor. So after driving home and a few packed weekends we finally settled down for our evidence review.
And right off the bat things looked promising!
As we were touring the building we came to a door that Eddie thought had been left open. Upon listening to the recorder we had two EVPs.
After the tour we began our investigation. The next interesting recording we had was from the first floor. One of the other investigators had a teddy bear called "Boo Buddy" that can sense changes in the environment and will ask questions to try and interact with spirits. Boo Buddy asked a question and a few moments later we hear a faint response. Here is the video:
On the second floor we tried out the SBOX which we hadn't used very much but had liked some of the interactions we had back in Vicksburg (Vicksburg Road Trip):
We switched rooms on the second floor and recorded a faint EVP answer to a question Meg asked:
Later we returned to the front room on the second floor where I think two children were photographed in a window. I began the session by trying to connect to the children. As I said before I had found and printed out pictures of their graves as proof that they had grown up and left the house.
While stopped in the first floor kitchen we recorded an EVP and then some sounds that I really don't know what they are. I kind of have an explanation for one because there are reports of people hearing a dog or feeling a dog rub at them or pull on them. Sure enough one of the sounds we have sounds like a dog panting excitedly.
Next we headed down to the basement to check on my camera and to investigate a bit. There was more water in the basement from the rain that night and we could hear it very clearly on metal pipes. We used the SBOX and had a burst EVP session. Again we didn't really feel uneasy or anything but it was interesting that several others were feeling like they should come to the basement at the same time.
We asked questions about who lived there and if they remembered the fire since some of the supports in the basement are darkened like from smoke and people believe it is from fire. First I have the video from the SBOX session:
And some EVPs:
After investigating in the basement we went back upstairs for a little bit to try and space out where and when we investigated. This is some more of us trying to experiment with the SBOX.
This is the last video I have from the night and it is one of my favorite interactions. It is also the first time listening back to our evidence that I thought there was anything sinister. Toward the end of the video we are telling what ever is present in the house it does not have permission to come home with us. We mention the repair's Eddie is doing and we get a few responses that honestly were a bit chilling.
Is there a demon in the house? I don't know nothing in the history or in our experience makes me think so but there certainly has been a lot of tragedy in the house and I know some people have been sent running from the house. I was told by one group on Youtube that Eddie prefers the name Mysterious House instead of Demon House and maybe that is a better name. After-all given the night we had and the evidence we collected I would say there is something there but I have no idea what.
What do you think?
Now what's next? Well while searching the Hartford City Telegram I found a simple one sentence article that said:
If anyone reading this knows the story of Thos Johnson I would love to hear it.
I also already have tickets to visit Octagon Hall in Kentucky and plan to revisit Waverly Hills Sanatorium in August.
