Post by byrd on Nov 24, 2007 17:06:26 GMT -6
Hello All..here is one or two for the books. There is an area in Green Bay along the Fox River on Adams street between Polier and Lawe streets that is literally infested. In can personally testify to that fact. It had been said that the homes were built on Native burial grounds and I have to wonder due to the amount of menacing activity that took place there when I lived on the corner of Lawe and Adams in the mid 80's. My uncle lived in the home next door and his house was haunted too. As we got to know the neighbors it turned out that just about every house on the street was haunted. And it didn't stop there. There is probably at least a three block radius that is infested...I will even venture to say that almost the entire area, which is called Astor Park, is haunted. I know there was a controversy as to whether or not the homes were built on sacred grounds. But lets face facts, when this area was being developed Europeans settlers were not exactly respectful to the ways of the Native life and would not think twice about invading sacred burial grounds. Either they just didn't care or it was a way of seriously offending the people. Either way, they messed up. Onto the haunts.
I had stated in an earlier post that I can tell if a house is clean or dirty. OK? Prior to moving into the house on Lawe street my cousin and I were going to her friends house. As we walked down Adams street I saw this house and I immediately knew something was wrong with it. My cousin informed me that that was her friends house. I specifically told her that I did not want to go into that house. I was scared just standing on the back porch and was so grateful that no body was home and I couldn't get away from that house quick enough. But wouldn't you know it two years later we moved into that d**n house. Yeah...isn't that great.
The house was built by John Lawe as a wedding gift to his daughter Mary who married a man named Massey. I personally believe that Mary Massey is one of the spirits there and she mostly roams the back staircase and the upstairs hall and master bedroom. She has opened doors and closed doors. You could hear her walking up and down the stairs down the hall way. I even heard the rustling of her skirts as she passed my bedroom and I heard her skirts brush across my bedroom door. She continued to walk down the hall opening and closing my mother's bedroom door. This happened all the time. She wasn't the scary one. The little guy that lived in the basement was the scary one. Him we would see. Needless to say, we seldom went down to the basement. But that is where the washing machine was. This basement was so haunted that my mom literally put the washing machine and dryer right at the bottom of the stairs so we didn't have to go all the way into the basement and God forbid do not look to your left or you will see the little guy. He was short, maybe 3 or 4 feet tall and he was not a boy. He would just pop out of no where and he would run across the basement and always ran into the same room and he would look right at you as he was running. But he was a blur and he was fast.
We had 4 spirits in that house. One of them we named the dutch boy. He, along with his mother, followed us from house to house. So, yes indeed spirits will become attached to families. This mother and son first appeared to my mother when I was about two years old. My mom said that she had just put me and my two brothers to bed and she was sitting on the couch watching TV and this woman just walked right through the front door and she was holding hands with a little blond boy with a dutch style haircut. The woman was dressed in a late 30's early 40's fashion and her hair was auburn. Mom said they walked right passed her down the hall and into our bedroom. Mom followed them and when she opened our bedroom door they were gone. But not all together because they did follow us all the way to Wisconsin from Joliet, Illinois.
OK...back to Lawe street. The dutch boy was particularly fond of my brother Mark and it was mostly Mark that would see the dutch boy, it was actually Mark who dubbed him the dutch boy (my brother Mark is the one who would see the Shadow Man that I posted a few days back). Mark and I were up watching TV one night. We were not smoking anything and we were not drinking anything. We were the only two home. I was probably around 18 and he was 20 or 21.
Well, we called it a night and I went upstairs to bed and he went into his bedroom which was downstairs right off the dining room.
I got up the next morning and he was already up. I made a comment to him about him being up early and he told me "No, Tia...I am still up!" He proceeded to tell me that he wasn't even sleeping yet. The light in is room wasn't the type where you flipped a switch, it was the kind where you had to pull the string. He had his bed positioned directly under the string so he had easy access to it. He said he had just pulled the string to turn off the light and the dutch boy came out of the wall, grabbed his feet and started dragging him
out of the bed. Mark was able to sit up and when he sat up the dutch boy let go of him and went back into the wall. Mark's legs were dangling over the foot board of his bed. I asked him "Why didn't you wake me up?" He told me he didn't see any sense in both of us being scared to death. Yeah, I told him "You can bet if I was pulled out of my bed I'd be waking you up!"
Yep...that was scary house. Sometimes you could sneak up on them and hear them talking. My uncles house next door was the same way. I remember going over there one day and my aunt was shushing me as I walked into the house. She told me to listen and we could hear them talking. We couldn't really understand what they were saying. The sounds were very muffled but there was definitely a conversation taking place. I was able to hear them quite clearly once in a house that we lived in after we finally left Lawe street. I was coming around the back of the house just about ready to step up to the back porch and I heard them. They were whispering and I swear to God this is what they said...it was a woman and she said "Shhh...here she comes." Oh my God, I was freaked out I ran to the front of the house screaming "MOM". OK, I was 20 by then but I don't care.
For crying out loud. Every house we lived in since I was a baby. And I am not talking an occasional slamming of the door. I am talking about things being flung through the house, hanging plants swinging in circles, dishes smashing into the walls, little guys in the basement, pounding on the walls throughout the whole house(that one was scary), curtains opening and only one would move. We even had one that would clean the house. It would put dishes away. I saw my first ghost when I was around three. It was an Indian man in full headdress. When I was a baby my mom had my crib next to an old fireplace that had not been in use for years and I woke up one morning and had a burn bubble on my elbow. She said it was so weird cause it didn't even bother me. I still have the scar.
After living with them for about 24 years, that was enough for me. Like I said in an earlier post, I purposely seek out my living quarters that are clean.
As for the dutch boy and his mother, they moved on.
I had stated in an earlier post that I can tell if a house is clean or dirty. OK? Prior to moving into the house on Lawe street my cousin and I were going to her friends house. As we walked down Adams street I saw this house and I immediately knew something was wrong with it. My cousin informed me that that was her friends house. I specifically told her that I did not want to go into that house. I was scared just standing on the back porch and was so grateful that no body was home and I couldn't get away from that house quick enough. But wouldn't you know it two years later we moved into that d**n house. Yeah...isn't that great.
The house was built by John Lawe as a wedding gift to his daughter Mary who married a man named Massey. I personally believe that Mary Massey is one of the spirits there and she mostly roams the back staircase and the upstairs hall and master bedroom. She has opened doors and closed doors. You could hear her walking up and down the stairs down the hall way. I even heard the rustling of her skirts as she passed my bedroom and I heard her skirts brush across my bedroom door. She continued to walk down the hall opening and closing my mother's bedroom door. This happened all the time. She wasn't the scary one. The little guy that lived in the basement was the scary one. Him we would see. Needless to say, we seldom went down to the basement. But that is where the washing machine was. This basement was so haunted that my mom literally put the washing machine and dryer right at the bottom of the stairs so we didn't have to go all the way into the basement and God forbid do not look to your left or you will see the little guy. He was short, maybe 3 or 4 feet tall and he was not a boy. He would just pop out of no where and he would run across the basement and always ran into the same room and he would look right at you as he was running. But he was a blur and he was fast.
We had 4 spirits in that house. One of them we named the dutch boy. He, along with his mother, followed us from house to house. So, yes indeed spirits will become attached to families. This mother and son first appeared to my mother when I was about two years old. My mom said that she had just put me and my two brothers to bed and she was sitting on the couch watching TV and this woman just walked right through the front door and she was holding hands with a little blond boy with a dutch style haircut. The woman was dressed in a late 30's early 40's fashion and her hair was auburn. Mom said they walked right passed her down the hall and into our bedroom. Mom followed them and when she opened our bedroom door they were gone. But not all together because they did follow us all the way to Wisconsin from Joliet, Illinois.
OK...back to Lawe street. The dutch boy was particularly fond of my brother Mark and it was mostly Mark that would see the dutch boy, it was actually Mark who dubbed him the dutch boy (my brother Mark is the one who would see the Shadow Man that I posted a few days back). Mark and I were up watching TV one night. We were not smoking anything and we were not drinking anything. We were the only two home. I was probably around 18 and he was 20 or 21.
Well, we called it a night and I went upstairs to bed and he went into his bedroom which was downstairs right off the dining room.
I got up the next morning and he was already up. I made a comment to him about him being up early and he told me "No, Tia...I am still up!" He proceeded to tell me that he wasn't even sleeping yet. The light in is room wasn't the type where you flipped a switch, it was the kind where you had to pull the string. He had his bed positioned directly under the string so he had easy access to it. He said he had just pulled the string to turn off the light and the dutch boy came out of the wall, grabbed his feet and started dragging him
out of the bed. Mark was able to sit up and when he sat up the dutch boy let go of him and went back into the wall. Mark's legs were dangling over the foot board of his bed. I asked him "Why didn't you wake me up?" He told me he didn't see any sense in both of us being scared to death. Yeah, I told him "You can bet if I was pulled out of my bed I'd be waking you up!"
Yep...that was scary house. Sometimes you could sneak up on them and hear them talking. My uncles house next door was the same way. I remember going over there one day and my aunt was shushing me as I walked into the house. She told me to listen and we could hear them talking. We couldn't really understand what they were saying. The sounds were very muffled but there was definitely a conversation taking place. I was able to hear them quite clearly once in a house that we lived in after we finally left Lawe street. I was coming around the back of the house just about ready to step up to the back porch and I heard them. They were whispering and I swear to God this is what they said...it was a woman and she said "Shhh...here she comes." Oh my God, I was freaked out I ran to the front of the house screaming "MOM". OK, I was 20 by then but I don't care.
For crying out loud. Every house we lived in since I was a baby. And I am not talking an occasional slamming of the door. I am talking about things being flung through the house, hanging plants swinging in circles, dishes smashing into the walls, little guys in the basement, pounding on the walls throughout the whole house(that one was scary), curtains opening and only one would move. We even had one that would clean the house. It would put dishes away. I saw my first ghost when I was around three. It was an Indian man in full headdress. When I was a baby my mom had my crib next to an old fireplace that had not been in use for years and I woke up one morning and had a burn bubble on my elbow. She said it was so weird cause it didn't even bother me. I still have the scar.
After living with them for about 24 years, that was enough for me. Like I said in an earlier post, I purposely seek out my living quarters that are clean.
As for the dutch boy and his mother, they moved on.
