Haunted

Seeing Is Believing

We decided to stay at the house that night even though we couldn’t get the electricity or gas turned on. Come to find out the only reason we couldn’t get the gas turned on was that we had to have the electricity turned on first. Seriously who makes these crazy rules. The dogs refused to leave our side the whole time we were in the house yapping and jumping at every little thing. They would even stare off into nothingness as if they were in a trance. I was just about in a deep sleep when Jack and I were awoken by all three dogs barking as loudly as little Chihuahuas could bark. Jack grabbed the flashlight by his bed while I grabbed my cell phone knowing that there had to be something in the room with us and thankfully I had put a night vision recording app on my phone. what I saw as I was recording was crazy and will probably haunt me until I die. I saw the miner ghost fighting with some kind of black mass that was trying to enter my bedroom. “Oh shut up you little brats there isn’t anything there to bark about.” Jack barked at the dogs scaring them and at the same time, the ghosts had disappeared. That was the only time we were awoken that night. I made a mental note to check the video I had taken the next morning. That was the first thing that I did when I woke up the next morning. “Oh my god,” I exclaimed louder than I thought I did. “Jack you have got to see this,” I said shoving my phone into his hand. “Okay, okay easy I’ll watch it,” This was the last thing he said until the very end of the video. “You're telling me that this is what was freaking the dogs out last night,” He asked trying to stay calm. “Yes, it is,” 

“And how many times have you seen this,” 

“I’ve seen the miner twice before this, but the black mass I’ve never seen it until last night and I have no idea what it is,” 

“Put the app on my phone, I guess between fixing the electric and plumbing I’m ghost hunting too,” 

“Same here,” I said as I started putting the app on his phone. “Maybe we should use one as a voice recorder and the other as the camera,” I suggested. “Sounds good to me, I mean you know more about this stuff than I do,” The rest of the morning we sat in bed asking the ghost questions and recording video but the miner that saved us last night didn’t reappear. We decided to get up to see if we can get the electric box up to date plus put a coating over the bathroom window so we wouldn’t have to move the electric box. After we got done with that Jack decided to try and tackle the pipes under the house once again. “Emily help pull me out,” He screamed as the crawl space started to collapse on him. “Jack are you alright,” I asked checking him out. “I’m ok you got me out before anything fell on me,” I was relieved that he was safe. I also wondered if it was the ghosts or just bad luck. I knew we had to be more on guard if it was the ghost. I knew it couldn’t have been the miner he kept the black mass from entering the bedroom last night like some kind of guardian angel. Jack decided to stay at the house again even though it was supposed to snow that evening. We put extra blankets on our bed so we would be warm. That night was almost as bad as the night before the ghost of the miner stood over our bed making the dogs go off. “Please miner would you go away so our dogs will be quiet,” I begged. As if it understood what I had asked the miner nodded and faded away. That turned out to be the worst thing I could have done. The next morning I woke up to see that my little Molly wasn’t in the bed with us like Snowy and Weasel were. We figured she was in the kitchen getting a drink or eating, but there was no sign of her. Jack went to open the front door to let the other two dogs out to use the bathroom, there was Molly snuggled up to the front door freezing cold. “Emily quick grab a blanket,” Jack yelled as he picked up the poor freezing chihuahua. I quickly grabbed a towel along with my favorite owl blanket that I had on the couch and rushed over to him. We dried poor little Molly off then we wrapped her up in the blanket praying she would be alright. I sit down on the couch with her then let Snowy and Weasel snuggle in the blanket with her. “Get dressed we are getting out of here for a while.” Jack ordered more stressed out than scared. As I was getting dressed, I saw the miner ghost except this time it looked like he was upset. I wondered if it was because Molly had gotten hurt. “I’m sorry for asking you to leave please stay and protect us I don’t want to lose one of my little babies or my husband,” I cried. He smiled and nodded as he dissipated away. We grabbed the dogs and headed once again for Diane’s house in Longmont, but first I insisted that we stop at an animal hospital to have Molly checked out considering we had no idea how long she had been out in the freezing weather. I hated lying to the doctor about what had actually happened to her but I knew that he wouldn’t have believed the truth and would have probably called the cops on us saying it was animal a***e. So, what we did say was that she had gone out through the doggie door and the door had gotten stuck due to the cold, which they believed because it obviously happens. After the doctor did a full physical work-up on Molly, he gave her a clean bill of health. He had also said that by her temperature if we hadn’t gotten to her when we had she would have frozen to death. Those words stung when he said that because I knew that I was the reason Molly had almost died. I am so glad my mother-in-law is a believer in the supernatural it made it much easier to tell her what had happened and why we needed her to keep our little dogs there with her until we figured out what was happening in our new home. Thankfully Diane was more than willing to help us with the dogs for one night at least, so when morning came, we headed back to our haunted house without our little ones determined to find out what was happening. Once in town, we stopped at the mom-and-pop grocery store to talk to see if they knew about any hauntings in town. “No,” was the word said by everyone inside, so we decided to ask the bar patrons at the bar in front of the store, again. “No.” was what we were told. “So why would the city clerk tell us that the town was haunted by miners that had died,” I wondered aloud. “I don’t know babe let’s go by there and ask her on our way to the house.” Jack said knowing that I was just talking to myself. “Why hello you too are you settling in okay,” Helen asked us as we walked in the door clearly remembering us from the first visit. “We're doing good,” He replied clearly evading her question. “My wife and I were wanting to talk to you about what you had said about the town being haunted by the miners and not roaming the street after dark,” 

“Of course dears,” She said. “Marsha, could you handle the front for a moment,” Helen asked the younger lady sitting at a desk behind her. Marsha just nodded her head while she continued typing. Jack and I followed Helen outside where she lights up a cigarette before she starts to speak. “All I know is what I heard when I was growing up here,” Helen started. “My parents always made sure that all of us kids were inside an hour before nightfall. They made us help them go room to room locking the doors, windows, and making sure the curtains were closed. I asked my mom one day when I was around seventeen why we had to do that ritual every night. That was when she told me the story that her mother had told her. That every night around dusk the ghosts of the miners that had been killed in the would try to find a way inside the houses to kill the descendants of the miners that had survived the explosions,” When she had finished she had tears in her eyes. Jack and I stood there in front of her not knowing what to say. “Well come to find out my family is one of the descendants of one of the miners that had survived I found that part out the hard way,” Helen began again. “One night my older brother thought it would be smart to sneak out of the house after our folks went to bed. You see he didn’t believe there were any ghosts out there. He thought it was just a scary story to scare us, kids, into coming home early. Well, he was wrong. Dad found his body the next morning on the ground outside of his window,” 

“So why don’t any of the other townspeople know this story,” I asked still unsure if what she was saying was true. “Because some of them aren’t a descendant of a surviving miner, or their family isn’t from here,” Helen answered as she put her cigarette butt out on the ground. We thanked her for the information then headed back to the house to see if we could record a ghost. I decided to set up our computers to record in the living room and kitchen. While we used our phones in the bedroom. Jack and I sit side by side with our backs against the headboard not knowing what was going to happen next. We fell asleep sitting like that until we were awoken by the sound of things falling onto the hardwood floors in our bedroom. I immediately started recording what was happening in front of us. He started asking questions hoping he could get a response. The next morning, we went over the video and audio recordings we had taken the night before. This time it was just the miner standing in the doorway as if it was waiting for something. When we listened to Jack's recordings all we heard was Jack asking. “Did you used to live in this house,” Then we hear the Miner answer “Yes,” 

“Do you want to hurt me or my family,” 

 “No, I protect you from evil,” 

“Is there something else here besides you,” 

 “Yes,” 

We had just got back home from picking up our dogs when our neighbor came over. “I’m sorry to barge in on you like this, but I just wanted you to know that when I was headed home I saw your front door was open so I shut it for you.” She stated. Jack and I looked at each other because the only way to lock the door was from a rope attached to the door since the door wasn’t an actual front door it was a bedroom door. “Thank you so much,” I finally replied after a few minutes. “Of course, now I didn’t go in to see if there was anyone in there,” She declared acting a little scared of stepping any closer to the house than she absolutely had to. Jack went inside the house before I went inside making sure there was no human inside before I entered the house. “Well, it seems no one’s in there so I’ll head back to my house glad everything is safe.” The neighbor lady said as she sprinted down the street. “Did she give you her name,” Jack asked me as we walked back inside the house. “No, she didn’t, I guess we can just call her neighbor lady,” I quipped. We just shrugged off the whole door being opened thing thinking we might not have hung the rope well on the nail that holds it shut and the wind just blew it opened. We went about our day without any other incidents other than the dogs barking at nothing. Until that night when we went to bed that’s when Snowy, Molly, and Weasel started up like they have done since we’ve moved into the house. I didn’t record this time. I already knew what they were barking at it was the miner.