It should come as no surprise that the woman who has a haunted car has a haunted house to park it behind, right? We finally transcribed our interview with the "other Jess up near Burncoat." She's also known as "Lucy's owner." ;-)
Here's what she had to say about her house:
The attic- accessible via a flight of stairs tucked away behind a door in the back of a closet. You can just make out the 1935 and JBM on the chimney.
The house was built in 1935 and I bought it 3 years ago on January 30th, so it’s [just passed] the 3 year birthday. I was living in an apartment with my ex and wanted to buy a house. His credit score wasn’t fabulous, so I said, well, I’ll buy it on my own! That way it only has my name on it, so if anything should happen, it’s all mine.
Now, I like old. I like character. I like FEELING. There’s just something about... feeling right. I grew up in an old house in Northbridge and it had a LOT of energy, and a house needs to be sufficiently creepy for me to buy it.
So I toured a bunch of houses in Worcester, and I just couldn’t find that feeling. I’m also an empath, so I pull a lot of feelings from things, but when I came into this house, I just had a feeling that it was the one for me.
Heading down to the basement. it's a great field stone cellar with some.... interesting... details.
It was some of the details that I really liked that made it feel right. There’s an old can opener and an old pencil sharpener going down the stairs into the basement and all sorts of booze in a dusty cabinet under the stairs. There’s a field stone basement with all these creepy smiley faces painted all over one of the walls.
There’s a whole bunch of old stickers: WAAF, old band stickers, WBCN, Spags, (RIP, Spag's!) and such- upstairs in the closet that has the secret passage to the attic. All of that just made me feel nostalgic and I love that!
(Wait, what? Go back to that secret passage part!)
Yeah, when I toured upstairs, I went through the 4 bedrooms and loved them. I figured there had to be an attic, so I was looking around in the hallway for one of those pull down things. Nothing. I thought that was weird. The realtor led me into one of the bedrooms again and showed me the closet, and in the very back you could just make out a doorknob. When I turned it, the door opened up onto a full flight of stars going up to the attic.
Well... Worcester IS the home of the smiley face. :-)
This house was just calling to me, I could tell. Plus, it was cheap because it had some... issues. I bought it. The original hardwood, uneven floors- the character of it- all of it- I loved it. It made me happy, so I bought it.
We moved in, my ex and I, and found that things go bump in the night in this house. Well, they go bump in the day in this house too. We also started seeing things. My ex walked by me one day and stood in the doorway and all of a sudden there was a woman standing right behind him. I described her and he said, “you just described my mother, only she died three years ago.” I still see things and feel things. So do most of the people who come over the house.
Terrible picture (our next move may be looking for an indoor photographer! Ha!) of the door tucked at the back of the closet. When you swing it open, the attic stairs lead up to an unfinished floor.
One of my friends is a medium, and she told me that I have a very nice spirit in the house; he just doesn’t want to leave. She said I could kick him out and he’d probably leave, but I decided I wanted him to stay. She said he lived in the house with his family and died in the house, and just isn’t interested in moving on. Well, what was I going to say? Of course he can stay- as long as he’s not mean. I think having a spirit in the house is the coolest thing.
So... yeah. There’s a lot of energy in the house. I’ve heard people talking and have actually gone outside, thinking that they must be in my yard or outside of a window. No one, no neighbors, nothing, is outside the house. I’ve gone upstairs to see if a TV is on or something, and it never is. Sometimes at night I hear things in the attic and I’ll go to check it out thinking it’s maybe a squirrel, but nothing is ever there.
The house I grew up in had the same type of thing. Spirits would pop in and out, though I never really tried to communicate. We just heard things and saw things.
I had a lady in a café once come over out of the blue and tell me I had a certain aura and a lot of energy coming with me, so maybe it’s not the house, it’s me.