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Ghost Case: He Came In the Night

My family moved into Aspen Grove when I was a little toddler. The sights and sounds of the house to me were perfectly normal. Children adapt...

New Point-Comfort: A Southern Tale of Haunting Part 3 of 3

( Above: Graves in the grass, house in the distance ) Across from the summer home was a cemetery. When we were kids, we'd forget it was ...

New Point-Comfort: A Southern Tale of Haunting Part 2 of 3

The New Point-Comfort Lighthouse. It was a favorite sneaky getaway. Whenever we could hijack someone with a motorboat to ride us, we kids lo...

New Point-Comfort: A Southern Tale of Haunting Part 1 of 3

( Above: Old vintage picture of the summer home in New Point-Comfort, a quiet town on an inlet of the Chesapeake Bay near a dock on a place ...

Aspen Grove: A Southern Tale of Haunting Part 3 of 3

Kiddies, this is the final installment. Next week, there will be a 3-parter about my summer home when I was a kid, which also had some haunt...

Aspen Grove: A Southern Tale of Haunting Part 2

( Above: When we got snowed in, dad would take the old McCormick tractor and tow a car hood behind it with us kids piled up in it to pat dow...

Aspen Grove: A Southern Tale of Haunting Part 1 of 3

( Above: From the roadway. Best damn sled run ever, except you ended up in the creek! ) ( Above: How it looked when I grew up there ) ( Abov...

My Childhood Haunts: The Blue Lights

This story takes place at my family's summer home in Newpoint-Comfort, Virginia on a quiet inlet of the Chesapeake. This Victorian home ...

My Childhood Haunts: The Angry Poltergeist

Every ghost hunter has a moment when they truly want to run in panic. Mine occurred at the age of 14 when we were preparing to move from our...

My Childhood Haunts: The Phantom Smoke

For those of you who haven't read my "Alone" series, I put it on the right hand bottom area of my screen. It's about place...

My Childhood Haunts: The Drowning Nurse

When I was growing up, we had a creek running through our property. The Pohick Creek to be exact, a small tributary of the Potomac ( althoug...

My Childhood Haunts: The General's Conversation

This is another in my series of my childhood hauntings. Expect a new installment on Wednesdays. I was never scared or threatened by the haun...

The Ghosts and Flashlight Tag

Imagine living on an estate with two enormous boxwood mazes. Then, imagine having five kids in the family and parents who, no matter how wel...