House on Spears Path

From: Meghan McCabe (meghan@itsq8.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Spears Path, Foster, RI
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Our house was over 250 years old. It was situated half a mile up a dirt road from the main road - pretty well secluded, surrounded by woods. The basement was made of stones and had a dirt floor. On the grounds there was an Indian burial ground (mounds of rocks covering the dead). We heard that an elderly couple had mysteriously disappeared from our house and it had been boarded up years and years before we ever moved in. We never found out - just a good story. The town has a long history of happenings and no one really pays much attention - it's normal. The witches, the 4 year old in Foster Center speaking in an ancient language. Nothing out of the ordinary, right?

Strange things happened around our house all the time. Anyone visiting the house could feel that they were being watched any time of the day or night. It was as if the woods had eyes. No one was ever alone in that house.

We had different dogs at different times. None would enter the back part of the house. My dog, Blackie, was so terrified when we tried to make him enter that part of the house that he dug his claws into the carpet and started to wine and screech. Blackie was close to 100 pounds (part shepherd and part retriever) and NOTHING scared him, but the back end of that house.

Almost every night, you could hear things being "dragged" across the floor in the upstairs bedrooms of the rear part of the house - even when no one was there.

Almost every night, something would open the window in my sister's room - even if no one had been there. It wasn't open just a crack, but half way. It was an old window and difficult to budge. This usually got a pretty good scare from her!

Almost every night, there was an owl hooted outside my window - across the hall from my sisters. It never went away. It seemed to be part of these events.

One night, from the basement, I heard a dog howling and an old Indian man chanting. I never saw anything, but they were there.

Our family all felt the presence. We all knew it was there. We didn't think anything unusual about this - it was just normal.

We never figured out what it was, it just was. The people who moved in after us left in succession over a period of several months.

We heard that two separate sets of tenants had felt the "presence" and that they were always being watched.

Sometimes people live with these things and it is nothing to them until they're taken out of the situation and have time to reflect. Looking back, I think it was all pretty weird, but stranger things happen, right?