The Chilling Door
I asked my new storytelling friends if one of them had experienced more then the other. Ray said his sisters seemed to be much more sensitive to these sorts of things than himself and, thus, had more experiences to tell than he. However, that hardly meant Ray didn’t have a few experiences of his own from when he lived in the house on Biscayne Drive.
Reviewing some history with me, I learned Ray had lived in that house from around 1978 to 1987 with his family. He left it for five years before moving back with his sister, Kim, who bought it from their parents. An apartment was built downstairs in the basement, as previously mentioned, and this is where Ray lived.
About two in the morning one night, Ray was in his bedroom talking on the phone to his girlfriend. While the two were caught up in conversation, the door behind Ray suddenly closed after hearing it dragged over the thick carpeting.
Hearing Ray recall his story, I first assumed a gust of wind from an open window must have blown the door closed or maybe the house sat on an angle which caused the door to drift shut. This was my natural chain of logic and reasoning. Ray was quick to suggest neither logic nor reason had anything to do with this. First of all, there were no windows open because there were no windows in his bedroom at all. Also, the room was laid out with classic shag rug. The rug was so thick that on a good day one would have to struggle to literally pick up the door to close it and only then by means of considerable force and effort.
In Ray’s own words, “This door shut on is own. There was no wind, there was nothing. It was completely black in that room and all I heard was the door shutting. I just heard the door closing. I heard the carpet moving and then the door actually close and the click with the latch closed. It was really, really freaky.” The chill that went down Ray’s neck when during that experience was justified as far as I was concerned.
Heavy Steps and the Girl Who Cried
Ray brought me back to an evening when he and his uncle Frank were in the family room watching a hockey game on television. The two of them heard what sounded like chairs and tables dragging across the floor upstairs in the kitchen. Then heavy footsteps moved across the floor. Not thinking much of it, it didn’t click in that Ray’s sister Kim and brother-in-law were out of town. Then the two men began to hear a baby crying as they sat there looking at each other. Ray told his uncle to go up and see was home, still not realizing the other occupants were hours away. All they had been thinking about was watching the hockey game.
After confirming nobody was upstairs, Frank reminded Ray that Kim and her husband were out of town. Only then did it register how peculiar the sounds they had heard were. They both agreed they had heard the same sounds of moving tables and dragging chairs as well as the cries of a baby girl. They also agreed that the crying sounds seemed to be coming from Ray’s old bedroom from before his parents had sold the house to Kim.
Was there a little girl eternally trapped in the house, trying desperately to communicate with the living inhabitants? Did the little girl that nephew Mike had seen sitting on his bed years ago have anything to do with that bed full of glass or the crying from upstairs the men had heard? If so, then who, or what, was the cause of the dragging chairs and the heavy footsteps above Ray and Frank’s heads when no one else was home?
Kim and Kathy said they also heard footsteps at times coming from both upstairs and downstairs. Kim described the footsteps she heard as somebody walking around in heavy ski boots and suggested maybe the ghosts were a father/daughter thing with the girl possibly being the object of abuse from her father. Could it have been that the father came home drunk with sluggish feet as he pushed chairs out of the way to get to his daughter? Sadly, nobody may ever know.
It wasn’t just the residents of the home the blond girl seemed to reach out to either. Shortly after Kim bought the house, the half brother of Ray’s dad came for a visit from Ireland, bringing with him his wife, Naomi, whom Kim and the family had not yet met and therefore knew nothing about. Naomi, once at the house had to use the washroom after a long drive from the airport. After getting out of the washroom, she then walked into the kitchen and asked who the blond-haired girl standing on the bed looking out the window was (The bedroom which, sat adjacent from the bathroom, used to be Ray’s, then Michael’s).
Of course, not having met Naomi before that night or ever shared any of the house’s paranormal activities with her, Ray and his family were shocked to hear what their new guest claimed she saw. They later learned that Naomi descended from Gypsy blood and possessed a certain ability for sensing spirits, much like Ray’s sisters seemed to have, which made what they told me next even more fascinating.
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