The House in Westport: A Kansas City Haunting

And I knew this wasn't Charles, because when Charles was around, you were scared obviously because things were opening, But it didn't have the same feeling as Rex. Rex was like he brought a terrifying. Feeling of vigilan and abandoned well. A hidden rosary and two entities known only as Charles and Rex became part of one family's everyday life. The deeper this story goes, the dark grade becomes. My name is Edwin and he is Crystal. It's true scary story. From the young age of about five years old, I remember I started experiencing things. The first occurrence, I would say. That I was playing hide and seek with my big brother and my big sister. We'd like to play hide and seek with like only a few of the lights on in the house. At the end of our hallway, there was like a linen closet. In the linen closet, there were these two. Doors that you could open at the bottom. I squeezed in there and that's where I was hiding. And it had been a while since my big brother and my big sister had come to find me, so I just figured, okay, guys, you can't find me. So I'm going to come out. And I remember when I opened up the linen closet in the hallway, there were what I can only describe was white voting apparitions. They didn't have a form. It was like if somebody took like a squiggly and just scribbled a line and that was. What you're seeing. But it was very fuzzy looking, and there were three of them, probably about six to seven feet in front of the cupboard, moving. Back and forth in through the hallway. At that age, I wasn't scared, so to me, it was more of a curiosity of trying to. Figure out, like what am I looking at. I just remember being really curious, and so when I stepped out of the cupboard, I remember these three apparitions just kind of all came next to one another and as. If they were like looking at me, watching me come out of the cupboard. About that time, my brother. And sister had came and found me, And you know, I didn't think much of it because it just didn't scare me. I don't even remember if I told him or not. Later on, in that house, in our basement, in order to get there, you would have to go through the garage, and then go down these steps, and I remember I had a pair of tap dancing shoes that I absolutely love to play with, but the only place that you would get the best sound was on the basement floor because he can concrete. And in the Midwest wintertime, there's no way outside and tap dancing it's just too cold. I also remember that my dad absolutely hated as one of the tap dancing. So I would go to the bottom of. Stairs, and it was kind of scary because at my time, if I wanted to play as tap dance, you would turn on the basement light, but that basement light only illuminated six to eight feet in each direction, as if like a spotlight were right above you. I always felt like something was watching me, and that was something that was a. New feeling for me being that young. I would try to tap dance for a while and try to ignore it, and they just finally got to the point that it was really uncomfortable, so I would go back up the stairs. I do remember also in that same basement my parents had created like a playroom for us. I think it might've just been like an older closet or something that had a window on it, because it wasn't very big. I mean it was like maybe eight feet by eight feet. I would go in there. In the daytime and play very seldomly because when I would be down there, you know, i'd be playing with my barbies or my toys, and I remember that I would always hear like a woman talking. I would pick my head around the corner, or I'd yell from my mom and like, yeah. Mom, what do you want? And my mom would never respond to me. I would just kind of ignore it. But my barbies and my dolls sometimes in the dollhouse, it would kind of I'd be playing and then I'd hear shuffling and I'd look over and it's like my dolls are. Falling off the dollhouse, and. So I'd get really scared and I would always go back down there. But I think we finally put the nail in the coffin. For me was when I used to have this toy that looked like one of those an eighties toy. It looked like a vacuum or a lawnmower. I'm not sure what it was supposed to be, but it had a bubble over it and had these little balls and when you pushed it and made like a noise, and I remember it was outside my play room and I was just in there playing quietly. I remember hearing it go off. I turned my head thinking. Like, what the heck is going on. I remember looking my head up and looking at the door, and then with in seconds that toy is going. Past my Hay, I was done. I'm not going down there anymore. Maybe a year or so after that, my mom and dad had had a divorce. My mom, brother, sister, and I had all moved into an apartment in Shiny, Kansas, And that is really a big area for like the Oregon Trail, the California Trail. It's a lot of. Like older history in the part of the town that we had moved into. The first apartment we lived in, my big sister, who's four years older than me, shared a room with me. My sister would leave out of town every other month for a month, and because she and I had different dads and he had partial custodys, so she'd be. Gone for a month. And and I remember in that bedroom to the closet, it was the sliding doors. They always scared me and I could never figure out why I scared you so much? But I was absolutely terrified at that closet. I'd never had an experience with the closet to be afraid of it. Maybe it was just my young mind and you know, you think of scary things, but I just had this really. Bad feeling about the closet when we first looked in. So it always made sure that the doors were shut. At that time, our beds were just on the floor, you know, were just starting all over. I remember that I would close them and then in the morning they would be open. I'd always wake up before my sister and I would always tell her, why did you open the closet door, And she say, I didn't open the closet door. You did, and she would argue with me. That happened a few times, but eventually, I remember I would start waking up in the. Middle of the night because I would hear the closet door. And I heard the closet door open for the very first time. I remember peeking up and then looking at my sister's bed rope quick and seeing if it was her. And she was dead asleep. I remember looking and the closet doors opening, and I remember my heart was like in my throat. I was terrified. The first few times, the doors were just open. Shortly after my sister would go to her dad's. That's when things got really bad. The door would open and I could hear. A woman humming or a woman singing, and then I would hear her events and say come in here with me. I would get up and I'd run and jump on my mom's bed every single time, and my mom didn't really question it. My mom, my Nona, and my great Nonah have all experience these similar things where we've. All seen things all throughout our lives. Now, thinking back from the respect that my mom probably knew that I wasn't lying, but this was maybe something I was actually experiencing. My brother never experienced anything, my sister never experienced anything. Nonetheless, we live in that apartment for a little bit, but eventually my mom said, you know, we're gonna move to this other building in this complex, and that's when things really. Started ampening up for me. So again, at this time. My sister's gone out of state, and we have a bunk bed now in our bedroom, we have a bathroom, but to get to the bathroom, you have to go in between what I would consider like French doors. On each side. They have a closet on each side, and then you go to the bathroom. I remember I was woken up in the middle of the night because I heard like clanking on the side of my bunk bed and I was at the top like a clunking, like somebody grabbed it, because you know, there was a metal. Bumpet, so it was squeaky when you could move on it. I remember that I heard that, But then my bumpets started kind of shaking, as if somebody took the top rail and was like shaking it trying to wake me up. I thought it was my mom, so I just rolled over and when I opened my eyes, there was a man standing there. He was standing in closed that I can only describe as farmer working in the field clothing and he had like a wiquor hat on. I just remember thinking, like, is this a real person? There's somebody in my house, Like what's going on? Like all these thoughts are going through my head. I just kmemed being so terrified, and in that moment, he started speaking to me so rapidly. He seemed franted, like he needed to tell me something, but I couldn't understand him because he was speaking in another language, and I just remember like, go away, go away, go away. And I remember grabbing the blanket, pulling over my head. And I have this doll that I knew her Dolly, and my Grandma had made her for me, and she was Hi's possession. I really felt like Dolly protected me, so I'd put Dolly in front of my face. Eventually, somehow I got myself to fall back to sleep. This continued on for months, and I would see that same guy. I would see another woman who had come out with really long black hair. She also looked like she had been working in the field. Again. It's like she kept coming to my bunk bed and she was trying to have something frantic, but she would kind of like paste my room back and forth, back and forth, and then look up at me like are you listening. The guy scared me, but I would watch the woman, and I don't know if it's because like somehow she felt like she was someone's mom and so it didn't scare me as much. But I would watch the woman and I kept telling my mom what was going on, because I would eventually. Always end up in her bed. I remember also when my mom started eating my stepdad. He wasn't sure if I was making sorry, like, oh, this is just a story to not flow to bed, and he would always make me shut my door, and I always slept with my door cracked, and I would beg them and I would cry and I would stop for them, Please don't make me shut the bedroom door. Nonetheless, the bedroom door had in the pain shed, and those people would end up back the end of my bunk head and once again I'm going through the same thing I've. Been going through for months. Eventually, my mom was at the point where she would talk to me about it a lot, like what are you seeing? What are they saying? And I would tell her to the best of my abilities, you know, being at the age of seven or eight, trying to explain to her, you know, what was going on. She brought me to hypnosis. I don't remember even going to hypnosis. I remember just waking up. I remember waking up and I'm on like a leather recliner. My mom's sitting there, and this woman's sitting there. I remember hearing saying, Okay, wake up now. I remember looking around, thinking. Where am I. The woman looks at my mom and she just tells my mom, Okay, so's these things that she's experiencing. They seem to honestly be something that she's truly ingrained in from mine from here on, you know, just go and check the closets with her, check the bathroom, check under the bed, sure that there's nothing there. That's all I really remember of the hypnosis moment. My mom would come back to the apartment and we would do this routine every single night, but it would never stop. Essentially get to the point. Where my mom and my stepdad get married and we move in with my stepdad to his house. I think at that point I was nine. So we moved to his house. And this house that we moved into is in Westport, and Westport is known for like the Battle of Gettysburg. There's a lot of rich history in Westport, you know. I know that now as an adult. Obviously as a kid I did. But we lived in this house and our house was built in. Like eight eight. The house had this huge circular furnace in the basement and at one point it was definitely fueled by pool. It had later been changed so that it was gassed and the walls in the basement were made of rocks. You'd go down and the rocks were like sticking out all different shapes and sizes, and it was a really low steel. Every room you would go into would lead to another room. So if you walked into the kitchen, you could go right and that would be a bedroom. But that bedroom was connected to another bedroom, which was then connected to the bathroom, and then the bathroom was connected, like every room in the house led to other doors. In the middle of the house was only one furnace. We had no other furnaces to the rest of the house, just this one furnace and you would walk across it in the dining room and it was like maybe two feet by two feet, and it was this big metal furnace that just covered this pool that went straight down and he would heat the whole house. So I remember when we first had lived there, we had a cat. We had lived there probably about a year or so, so maybe at this point I'm and his name was Gizmo. He was a brand new little guy, and he had just recently gotten neutered. He somehow found himself in the basement, and we only knew this because when we were in the. Kitchen we could hear Gizmo crying. We'd go in the basement trying to find him, but to find out that he went into this crawl space that was at the top of the wall and the opening was maybe two feet by three feet wide and no one knows what's in there. We would flash flashlights in there, but GisMo was like very far back. And the problem is that we then needed to get GisMo out. He had just been neutered, and it was dead of winter, and underneath in the area that he was at, it had a lot of drifting cold that came in there, and so we knew that if he stayed in there, he was likely going to die. My mom told me that I was the only one that could fit in there, and if I felt like I could do it. Me being ten and you know, always the. Adventure and fight the tomboy, I was like, I'll go get him, Like, yeah, I saved my cat and maybe this great hero. So I remember my mom gave me flashlights and she put a cross on my neck, and I thought that was kind of strange, but it kind of creaked me out at the same time. But nonetheless, I was going to go in and yo gic GisMo. So I crawled in there to go get Gizmo, and underneath there was vast He thought it was only going to go underneath the kitchen, but it seemed like it went under much more of a house than what we had realized. Whenever I'd get close to GisMo, he would kind of like foot off, and I don't know it was just because there's this bright flashlight coming towards him. And he was scared and some pain. He's cold, but it was a hard time for me to catch him. And I remember I finally caught him, and in there, the floor was only dirt and like walk and I could only just army crawl through it. That's how low it was. I finally grabbed him, and as I'm crawling and I kind of like turn around, my feet fall into what I consider a hole. And I remember panicking because my feet are into a hole. But then eventually I realized, like, and I'm still holding his mom so I don't want to let him go. But I remember I dropped the flashlight. I realized I could touch the ground, but it went to probably like my mids thigh, and I kept Gizmo under my arm and I called out, wrapped the slash light and I turned the flashlight back and I looked at the hole. This hole had to be probably the sized. Of like a kitchen table, like a circular kitchen table, and in the middle of it was a rosary, like an old, beat up, dusty, dirty rosary, right in the middle of it. And I remember being like, oh, oh my god. If anything ever scared me, that was the moment that I realized, like, I'm really scared. So I got gizmo, I got out. I told my mom about what had happened. Later on, my mom told my dad what had happened, and he was like, oh, yeah, there was a well down there. They said, oh, you know, this house. Was built overall well, but I highly doubt that there was a rosary. Blah blah blah blah. My dad was always a skeptic, my sister, my dad always skeptics. They never believed anything, I would say. A short time after that, I remember I was in my bedroom that was right off the kitchen, and I had my door open and I was, you know, doing a piece of art. I saw a man walk up. I only see feet, and I think, you know, that's my dad. My dad always wore penny loafers, and so you know, I'm not thinking anything of it. I think it's my dad. There's Penny Loafers right in front of me, right like I could touch him with my hand. And I'm telling my dad about the piece of art that I'm doing. Like minutes go by, and then. He just walked away, and I'm like, wait, I want to finish telling you. And I jump up and I go running around, you know, running into the kitchen, and I bump right into my mom. I go where Dad go, and she goes, Dad's not here. I just looked at her and I was like, yes, he was. He was standing in my doorway. And she just looked at me, wide eyed, and she was like, sweetie, he's not here. That is the beginning of who we called Charles. The reason we named him Charles was because when we were doing renovation on our house, some letters had came out of the wall where it was like a back and forth conversation. It looked like there was somebody's letter to Charles. And then the response from Charles was there too. We've come together that that man and woman kind of got married, and they had both had their letters and they kind of put them together and for whatever reason, they were in the wall, and the one that was from Charles to the woman. He was very. Kind in all his letters, and he seemed like a very gentleman. And I believe that those letters were like dated like nineteen twelve. There was a picture of them in there, and he looked like such a kind man. He looked very, very kind. So that was the we started naming this ghost spirit. We started naming him Charles. And so I remember there would be times where we would be putting away dishes and I would turn around with the dishes in my hand, going towards where I need to put them away, and the cupver door would just open, like here, let me help you, or the drawer to like the snowware would open, like let me help you. My mom and dad owned their own business growing up. They were very profitable djays at the time with Harry Oki, and they had like six people that worked for them, so they were stretched thin. And so from the age of like ten to eighteen, I was always alone in my house anywhere from five in the afternoon to probably like two or three in the morning. This just became a normal appearance for me, Like I just thought this was life. And my big sister. At this point, you know, she's deciding she wants to stay. In Florida with her dad. I think the other's already moved out, so it's just me. So I've had every. Bedroom in the house other than they added. That's where my mom and dad had. Their bedroom was in the attic, and the attic is shaped like the actual old school scary atticts where it's like shaped like a triangle. That's like how their room was shaped. In the room, you'd go up the stairs and then did a bedroom, but if you walked it around the staircase. There was a wall with a door. That went to like the unfinished attic, and I remember that I would have to go up there, and whenever i'd go up there to grab something, there was always this really evil feeling up there, like something was standing in the corner and watching me. And whenever I'd walk up. The stairs, I would feel this overwhelming feeling of not just hit me really hard. I would run down the stairs as fast as I could every single time. Eventually we started realizing that there were a few different entities. In our home. There was a man in the attic who was very, very scary and my mom would go to bed and sometimes alone because my dad would be working. And she said she would feel like she's getting pinned to the bed. She'd be wide awake and she's getting pinned to the bed, and she heard somebody speaking another. Language right in her ear. She said, this is sounded not Spanish, but it was like a very strong creel or language like that that she really couldn't pinpoint what it was and is what happened to her repeatedly. She would also feel him push her and. She would almost repeatedly fall down the stairs quite often. But that big man never left the attic. He stayed in the attic, and I remember when i'd go up there, I would always feel that feeling that there was something really evil up here, and it would scare me. But I remember that there was one time when I had to go to the other part of the attic because my mom told me she need me to. Grab the Christmas rapport paper. And I went through there, and before I could open the door, I heard a woman crying. I'm not sure if it was my mom. I like kind of threw my head down over the railing and I was like, Mom, I was like, are you okay, and she's like yeah. I was like, are you crying and she's like no, and I'm like okay. And so I went back to the door. And I can just hear a woman crying. No, I'm like making something up in my head. So I opened the door, and the crying kind of like. It's there just for a few seconds, and then it stops. And I'm kind of like looking around trying to figure out where the crimes coming from. And for just a millisecond, I see a silhouette of a woman and she sees me, and she definitely looks very distraught and very upset, and then she's gone. I remember like ribing though puspaper and running down the stairs and telling my mom about it, because at this point now we're both experiencing things that we're telling each other everything that's happening. Now there was another entity and we named him Rex, and now Rex was literally the troublemaker of the house. Rex would do everything and anything to terrify you. A lot of times when I'd be home alone, I'd be in the living room and our house had just one long hallway, I guess is the best way to explain it. And I'm in a hallway. It's just there's the kitchen, there's the dining room, there's the living room, and then there's. The front room. And it was just one long stream. I remember I would sitting in the living room and I'd be watching TV. At this point, we had three dogs. Gizmo was still around. The Gizmo, you know, was nowhere in the house at that time. He was out indoor, outdoor cat. It never failed that. When I was home alone and I was watching TV in that front room. That pans or whatever it was on the kitchen drying rap would start being thrown off onto the floor and my dogs would all start wailing. They would all start barking. They would go to the entranceway at the kitchen, start barking in their hair to get all fluffed up. And I would grab the. Pants and I'd put them back. And I knew this wasn't Charles, because when Charles was around, you were scared obviously if things were opening. But it didn't have the same feeling as Rex. Rex was like he brought a terrifying feeling which him this is like an ongoing occurrence. Then if I were in the bathroom and I was home alone, the doorknobs would start shaking on me, and they're old. They're like old, these old brass metal doorknobs, and they would start shaking, and all I can do is hear my dogs wailing and barking in the other room, and I'm like, oh my god. And at this point, you know, I'm about fifteen sixteen, I'm just gonna leave. I'm gonna go to my friend's house down the street. And that's what I would typically do. There was one time where I remember I was in the shower. It was probably pretty late at night. I want to say it was probably eleven o'clock, and in our bathroom we had one of those old school iron clawed bathtubs, and my dad had made it so it had a shower on it. I kept my dogs in the bathroom with me when I was showering, like I was scared. I remember, I'm just in there showering my business. And I hear someone say my name. They go Cristal, and I open the curtains. Knowing I'm alone, I kind of look around and I go hello, and there's no response, and so I just go back to taking my shower. And I would say, like a minute passed right from directly behind me. I hear someone go, and this time I like turn around and I'm facing this direction. So I'm rinsing my hair out, and obviously when you rinse your hair out, your clothes and I heard someone. Go crystal right in front of me, and. I opened my eyes and there's a man standing right in front of me. It's like a flash that it happened. And I remember just screaming. Just like in the movies, you fall out of the. Shower, the whole shower curtain combs down with you. My dogs are going crazy and all the lights in. The house go off completely off. My dogs are going crazy. I'm trying to get myself out from underneath the shower curtain. This was before cell phones really. That had like the flashlights on them and stuff. So I'm trying to like just grab his house. Then I have to like muster up this courage to be like, Okay, I'm gonna go downstairs and I'm gonna turn on the circuit breaker. But I'm terrifying. I grab a flashlight and I tell my dogs that they had to go down before me. Need to go first. So I'm telling my dogs to go down first, and they're still like snarling and making noises, so I'm really scared. But in order to get to the circuit breaker, I had to go down the stairs, go around the furnace, go around the. Washroom dryer, and go all the way to the back of the basement to the far back corner and flip the switches. I'm down there with my dogs and I feel something pull at my towel and I remember just grabbing my towel and being like yelling, you need. To stop and leave me alone, and then turn on the circuit breakers, and all the lights in the house then end up coming back on. At that point, I just remember getting my dogs, going to my bedroom and shutting my door, and I'm like, that's it. I'm done. I've had enough. I'm going to sleep. There was also times in my bedroom where I would wake up and I because I can't breathe, and I literally can feel fingers on my neck and I'm being strangled. It's like I could feel the thumb in the fingers around my neck and I go and I'm grasping to try to grab it off, and there's nothing to grab. And I remember the only way that I could. Get it to stop, was like I would have to like scream for God in my mind or say like one of the prayers that my mom had taught me in my mind, and eventually it would go away. Shortly after this, my mom had written into some paranormal investigators and they decided that they really wanted to investigate our house. They came, and when they came, they specifically told us not to tell them what was inside the house because they had a psyched a medium with them and they wanted to know if what we were experiencing aligned with what she was saying. Sure is enough, you know. They come in with all their tools, their ghost box, the meters that can read things, no cameras, and sure enough, the woman comes inside the psychic and she goes upstairs and she said that there is a very large man in this room and he is not good, and he is standing in the corner and all he wants to do is cause extreme harm to any woman. There's also a woman in this house that has a baby, and she's terrified of that name, and she hides in that part of the attic, which explains like why I heard crime. But then she tells us that there's many entities in this back closet off of the kitchen, and that closet was like four feet by four feet and the ceiling in there went probably like sixteen feet high. And she said there are many many entities in that closet, but many of them don't believe. Because they hung themselves from that closet. And then that there are two other men in this house and there's one name. There's one man, and he's not good. He likes to scare and terrorize you. And I can't remember what she said his name was. We named him Max, but she said, but there is another man here who's very kind, intensal sould and. She said in his was Charles. My mom, and I remember just thinking like everything we experienced is actually real, down to the tee, like the big man, Charles, this guy, the woman everything, and we just like are shocked and like did you. Tell them no? Did you tell them no? Like it just seemed too spot on to like be like, okay, they're lying. And I remember that they said that Rex end up somehow dying in the house, and that he liked to stay in my closet in my bedroom, and. That he specifically liked to scare me the most. There was no real reason why he liked to scare me the most, but he did. And then when they eventually put up the ghost box and you could hear their voices, you could hear through the static, all these voices coming through, and I remember you heard a woman crying, and then you would hear like a faint sound of a baby, and then you would hear like an evil laugh, like a deep, hearty party evil laugh. We knew that that had to be what they the psycha called the big man upstairs, and he stayed only in the attic because he felt like he ruled the. House, is what she said. I heard someone say like die, death, go away. And then shortly after that, you heard someone say leave them alone, leave them alone. And it's like very hard to tell. But then eventually said leave them alone, and we knew that they had to be Charles. It seemed like Charles was like, in some weird way, the one that kept us protected from the bad entities in our home. In the end, the psychics end up doing what they called a friendsing, and we all they opened the windows. They had like stage and polasados, and like a hawk's wing, we all had to hold hands to create a stirggle to at that moment force what they called the evil ones out of the house. And when that happened, it was really weird because even though there was no wind, it felt like there was tons of wind going on around me, like a tornado was going on around me, like I could feel wind, but truly there was no wind. My hair wasn't moving, nothing was moving, but it felt like it. I just remember feeling. This great force of like something pulling. But it wasn't necessarily I didn't feel like I was being pulled that I could feel it. And my boyfriend at the time, he said he was feeling faint and he felt like he was being pulled to the ground. The psychics and the people that were there. They said that they didn't want him to break the circle with his hands, and they started to pray out loud for him to protect him. Eventually he started feeling better and they said that you need to like fight whatever it is that you're feeling and don't break the circle. But then they called after that had happened and felt like the evil ones were gone. They said, if there's anybody else here that wants to go, you know, crossover, you know, this is your chance. And I remember opening my eyes because I was scared to even like to open my eyes to what I might see. But I remember at that moment, I wanted to open my eyes. And when I opened my eyes, I saw a man walking behind everybody, and everybody had their eyes mostly closed. And I saw this man walking behind everybody, and he was looking right at me, and he walked into the middle of the circle and he just smiled at me, and it's like he waved goodbye, and like I knew that I knew that, I knew that I knew that was Charles. It actually made me get really teared up and pry. And I don't know why, because it's like, in some sense, like I had grown fond of Charles, even though he scared me. Still, it's like he was like a friend that kept us safe. I was scared of you leave, what if the. Bad ones were to pack. I remember I ended up moving out of that house eventually, and I moved into my own apartment with at the time my husband and. I would experience things like wherever. Quite often I could go into a restaurant, or I could go into a grocery store or just a thrist store, and. I would still see things that it seems like other people might not see. I just kind of got used to it. But nothing really scared me so much that much anymore until we moved into our house that at that time we had been married for like I think fifteen years. We were taking some time to work on it before we had actually moved in, we had bought it. I'll say I would go there during the day and I would work on the house. Whenever my husband and my son were there, I would never feel anything. But as soon as my husband and my son were gone and I was alone, I felt like there was. Something really evil in there. It would just show up. I remember there was a time when I was working on like the den downstairs, and I was painting, and I felt somebody staring at me from behind, and everything inside me. It's like somebody's telling me, Crystal, turn around right now, and like it's like I call. It my spidey sense. My spidey sense is going off. And I turn around and there's a man standing in the doorway and he's like as tall as the doorway and he's just looking at me. He's a big, big, man, not just all but big. He looks like he means no good. And at this point, like I just started yelling at him just to get out of my house. You have no right here. I'm not gonna deal with this, and like I just went off and eventually I was like, I'm not giving you any more attention, and I just turned around to start paying because like this, I just don't want to deal with you, Like, get out of my house. I'm not gonna deal with you. Goodbye. This goes on for a little. Bit, so finally, like I'm trying to stage my home and get rid of him. And I know where he's at because I can feel that he's. In the laundry room in this corner, and in this corner behind the furnace, like there're the furnace and the water heater, or in the corner there's like also again yet another hole in the ground, but it only goes down maybe a foot. I can tell he's in that corner and he's hiding behind the furnace, and I keep yelling at him to get out of my house. And then he has no. Right here and only peace and like him, well here and I'm using the station Finally I'm like, okay, I'm use Pala Santa's to use Pala Santas. And it's kind of budging him, but it's not working. So I call one of my good friends who's very in tune with I would say, the spiritual world, and she comes. I don't tell her what's going on. I just want her to tell me what she feels. And she's like, there is a man in your laundry room and he means no good. And I was like, okay, yeah, I thought so. So together we end up burning what was called copol, and we let the copal burn in the house. We open all the windows, we let the cope burn, and eventually I can tell like, this man is gone. But in the process of her coming, we had gone through all the rest of the house, including our attic, which had been a pool down at it, people stairs down. Even though now this man's gone, I would wake up because I felt something in the house. It's like again my bidy sense is telling me wake up. And I wake up and there's somebody walking. Past my doorway. But I know that this isn't a real fund. At this point, I just know, so I stand up and I go look at the hallway and they're gone. But this goes on for about a week. And I reach out to my friend and I tell her so, in the process of getting rid of the man, I think something else happened, and I think that maybe us going. In an attic might have opened up like a portal or something, because there's a lot of people coming through my house now, and like my mom always told me that those are called travelers, and when travelers come through, you don't acknowledge them because if you acknowledge them, they're. Going to stay and make home where you're at. Elaine came and she's like, where do you think it's as like, I think it's in the attic, and she's like, you're correct, it's in the attic. So I remember we went in the attic and again we had to do the thing where we connect hands and we're going to close it. It was so portal, and again it feels like there's wind blowing all around me, but there was no wind. I just remember feeling this great force as if there's actually a door, and I remember we had to push it shut, and I'm. Like actually working up sweat at this point. It's full time. Yeah, you could think, oh, maybe you're in the attic, it's just hot, but really it wasn't hot in the attic. It was cool. And I just remember feeling. This great force, this wind, and we're burning the polisantos and the coppol and to close. The said portal. Eventually I feel something and it feels like a big food. And I know that actually true. He was closing a p. So from that moment on, I ended up getting like three four mason jars. I filled them with saul a protection stone in a crystal, and I put them on the four corners of the attic, so nothing even if something were to try to open, nothing's going to come back downstairs. And from that moment on, like we didn't experience anything else in the house. Everything was fine. Later on, you know our cat who had had for eighteen years, his name was Yoshi. Our dogs had loved him. He was the alpha. He was an orange tabby. He ended up passing away of just old age, and myself and my daughter would always see him. It's like he would stay in the house. We would see Yoshi quite often. There was also another time where I remember my daughter we had gone to a Latin shop and my husband at the time was salvad Orian, and my daughter wanted this candle and it was a white candle, but it had the picture of death with a siph I tell Bella and her her dad tells her, you know, these candles are used for her right, and she's like no, and he's like, this is like so when people die, they put them at the graver in the house, so that it's to remember those that have passed away or to call. Them back, like for the day of the day. So I remember telling Bella, don't burn this in the house, no matter what you do, don't burn this in the house of Bella. And she says, okay, okay, okay, Mom, okay. Well, two weeks go by and all of. A sudden, my phone. At like two in the morning is going off and it's ringing and it's Bella and she's crying and she says, Mom, can you. Please put them in the room, And so so I go and I go in her room. You know, she's like, there's something in my room and she's like, my my mirror on my wall. Which is like this octapon shape. She just kept coming and standing against the wall, and I walk in the room and it's like, all of a sudden, I feel like I'm like a hound dog because I can. All of a sudden, it's like I'm searching the room, and it's like in the video games where something like lights up cold and you're that's an object that you need to get. It doesn't really light up. Hold in my mind that like, I'm searching the room and boom, there's the candle and I know it's a candle. And I go to grab the candle. And when I go to grab the candle, I look up at. The mirror and right behind me there's an old woomer standing behind me with like shoulder length hair that's white and curly, and she's just smiling and looks. Like like mischievously. And I grabbed the candle and I grabbed the mirror off the wall. And I go outside. I just throw it in the yard and I look at her and I said, I told you not to burn this, And I told her the reasoning why that just happened is because you welcome the dead into our home. She was so scared, and I think she ended up sleeping in the bed for this that night. But after that we didn't experience me, I never really think if we're not normal, because this is so normal to me because. I grew up with it that it's like it is my normal. I don't know any other way. Bella doesn't know any other way because she grew up with it, and my mom grew up with it. But I do realize that, like I know that I'm not like a normal family because it's like I don't know what it's like to walk around and not have that sense. I don't understand that feeling. I feel like it's as if I were walking around and having in a sense, I'm missing one of my senses because I've only known what it's like to have. Best Crystal, thank you so much for sharing your experiences with us here at the True Scary Story community. Find it really interesting how the generational haunting belief, the idea, this thing that we've covered a couple of times here is coming up again. Can parents, mothers pass these abilities to their daughters? And now that I mention it like that, why is it that we're hearing this from mothers to daughters or grandmothers to mothers to daughters, and not like fathers to sons. We could have I guess of a skewed or I mean a different kind of data set here because there are a lot of women who share their stories here on true scary story, So that might be it. While we're hearing more cases. But if there's any people out there that can find a story about a father, a grandfather passing their abilities sensitivities to the paranormal, I want to hear about this particular kind of thing. It's just kind of a side note, right because I do have some couple notes here actually about this specific story, the one that we have to hear from Crystal today. One of them is, obviously there's a couple parts that stood out to me. We're not going to go into any order, but the rosary, the rizia that are peered out of nowhere around that well, could it have been placed there for protection or is it something else, a sign maybe that something's taking care of you. What would make it appear out of nowhere like that? If you dig deeper into some of the paranormal accounts that we've gotten, rosaries actually played a very important role, I guess in Catholics Catholic household and along with similar beliefs, I've also heard about good spirits and bad spirits. However, there is something that really gets to me when I think about this, and it's that there's this very strong Christian belief I've heard about over and over again, which is that there are no good ghosts at all. And this idea has come up over several episodes. But even if you look at the very very first one, the very first episode that we ever published here on this podcast, there is a line there, I think is a very last one, that there's no such thing as like a good ghost. There's either like something really bad or nothing, because why would a spirit be trapped circling the earth or being known like being found against among us? And the only reasoning is that it's something bad. Now that being said, we've also heard about when family members close people to us pass away and they make their presence known and we can know with a certain level of certainty that it's them based on you know, what they provide. It's a certain smell, a certain object that appears earned I don't know, message that shows up that only they could have said. Interested in finding out what you think about this last thing here, I would say it's about the cleansing the rituals, all these things that we use to try to get rid of spirits and entities and things that we don't want around our house. There was a certain story that I heard, actually we have it here on the show, the three Faceless demon story that was really getting to me because of how I started feeling different when I was editing late at night, when I was listening to certain stories some of the things that would happen around my studio area, and that was sent like via mail that were like, hey, check out these crystals, check out this stuff. This how you use it so you can cleanse your area? And I was like, I don't know how. To do this. What if I mess it up and NI gets worse? You know? Eventually everything kind of stopped, but it was really making me like I always tell people that I have like what I would call a healthy level of skepticism. I hear stories, I understand them, I empathize with people. I am aware that there's a lot of stuff that we don't know out there. But what do I do when there's something I can't explain? Like one very common thing actually happened a couple times. It was that I would be late at night editing looking at my computer and my back is facing the rest of the rest of the room, and I would feel this urge like this like impending kind of sense that I needed to open the door. It was like I need to get up, I need to turn towards the door and open it. Now, my door at the time didn't lead to another room of the house. It actually led to the outside because it's like a separate part of the house. I'm like, I can't explain this. How am I even gonna ask or tell anybody about this? Like, oh, I just feel like opening the door. It's like, what, maybe it's hot in there, I don't know, But no, it was like this weird feeling that there's something behind me and it wants me to open the door. I mean, that's how it's closed. I can get to it. When I said that is when I started getting messages of people saying, hey, try this, check this out. But then I also found that there's proper ways to do this. So just in case you're thinking of cleansing your place, make sure you look into it. Ask somebody who knows and you trust so that they can help you out. Just in case things get really bad. I'm interested in your thoughts. Leave your comments over on the Spotify comments section area. If you're listening on YouTube, we'll drop your comments there. You can also DM us or send an email hello at true Scary story dot com. We'll get back to everybody there who has a story that they want to share or they're interested in sharing. But I guess our most common way is just go to true scarystory dot com. 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