This house was breathtaking at first glance. Beautiful hard wood floors, spiral staircase, stainless steel appliances the previous owners had left behind, and a 225 foot kitchen…perfection. The backyard was the kicker though, stunning view of the lake and plenty of room for picnics and parties. We got the house for half the asking price which I thought was extremely odd considering it was a 4 bedroom, 3 bath, plus the scenery. I was tickled pink! We moved in quite quickly as we were eager to start our new lives in this dream home.
My husband, a couple of nights a week, would have to work late hours, and Monday was one of them. I told him that I would like to paint the upstairs bathroom, it was what I called vomit green, you get it. After I got back from the store I immediately wanted to start. I mixed my paint up, which was a lovely tan in color, got my fresh new roller out and paint brush, I was ready! I was in about 30 minutes of painting, just about had one wall complete, when I heard a bang. Not bang like a gun but like two pans being clashed against each other. I froze for a moment then proceeded down the stairs carrying my paint roller, like that was going to scare a robber off, as if. I got to end of the stairs and heard the clashing again, I became scared out of my damn mind and went to pull my phone out of my pocket, wasn’t there. I had left it upstairs in the bathroom on charge while I painted. I said screw it, pulled up my fighting britches, and walked into the kitchen.
I looked around, didn’t see anything until I walked around the counter. There sat two of my skillets, which I had already put away the first day we moved in. I hollered, “Joshua!?”, no answer. I told him about the incident when he came home that night. He told me it was all in my head, that I didn’t need to paint anymore because the fumes were causing delirium. Whatever! I get up the next morning and make a pot of coffee to prepare for the day. As I enter the kitchen, I hear a creaking sound coming from the behind the basement door. I thought to myself, it’s an older house so odd noises are expected. I still felt a sense of uneasiness so I decided to check it out. I slowly creep to the basement entrance, grab the door knob, breathing heavily, I open it. All the sudden the noise just stops, complete silence. I feel a sense of coldness come over me, as if someone was watching me. I turned around quite quickly and catch a glimpse of what I thought was a women.
It took me a minute to process what I saw, what I had heard. She disappeared immediately after our eyes locked. What the hell was going on? Why in the world hadn’t Joshua been a witness to any of this? Why Me? I knew I had seen a ghost and I think my immense fear was not knowing if it is was a good spirit or bad spirit. What was she doing here and what did she want from me? I decided not tell my husband about it, instead I called for a local priest to come out and perform a Christian Blessing. He went around to each room sprinkling holy water and reciting scripts from the Bible. As he entered the kitchen he froze, looked at me and said, “She is trapped here, oh what a sad soul, bless you!” I felt goose bumps travel across my body and with a tremble in my tone ,I said, “It’s her isn’t it, the women?” He looked at me with tears in his eyes and gave me a nod, “Yes”, he said. I asked him why she was trapped here, what happened to her, and how to free her from this home. He sat down with me, grabbed my hand and said, “I would like to communicate with this tattered soul if you will allow it.” He went on to address that for some reason this spirit is calling out to me and I needed to answer. Uh what? I had never dealt with a spirit before and this priest expects me to welcome it with open arms? Seriously? I felt that he knew better than me so I agreed to the welcoming.
He started rehearsing scripts as he did during the blessing and asked me to take his hand. He felt where the soul was reaching out to me that we could have a stronger connection as one vs two. He asked the soul why she was here and we received no answer. He said, ” Maybe she will connect with you, she is too frightened to talk to me.” I agreed and stated , “Please, we just want to free your soul. I know you’re scared, we just want to help you, please…let us help you.” Out of no where, there sat a white rose. It was as beautiful as white roses are, I reached to pick it up and as I did I see a red substance drip onto one of the petals. I immediately looked up assuming there was a leak in the roof, no leak. I glance back down at the flower as more drops appear and in tiny print I read, “R”. What did ‘R’mean? I speak aloud, “I don’t understand, I need you to open up to me more, let me in please. What does ‘R’ mean?” More drops appear, I sat there, trying to be patient. She spelled ‘Rob’…so I asked her if Rob was a person. Suddenly, we hear a loud clatter in the kitchen and we hurry in to see what it was. Knives, knives, and more knives, they were everywhere! Most of them were scattered amongst the floor and counter, but one, in particular, stood out. The basement door had been stabbed with a butcher knife. A red substance appeared on the handle and blade, the same substance as that on the rose. As I look closely I realize the red substance is blood, but what happened next floored me. I watched as the word, “Answer”, appeared on the handle, written in blood. I looked at the priest and he points to the basement and says, “We need to go into the basement.” I had a feeling this would be his suggestion, I had no desire to go down there considering the circumstances but I knew I had to.
The basement was a creepy as they get, no exaggeration what so ever. I felt so uneasy as we walked on the creepy floorboards that made up the steps. I regretted ever placing my feet into this home, I wanted so far away from this place at this point. As we reach the bottom, we begin to look around for anything that stands out to us. There wasn’t much to the basement because we had just recently moved in and had not had the time to fool with it. I did, however, have a washer and dryer and we also used the area for storage space. The priest and I begin to search around for any clues that would help us figure out what this women wanted us to know. I hear a, “knock, knock”, we both quickly turn around as it startled us. “I think it came from behind the wall’, I said. I crept over placing my hand on the wall and as I did something unforgettable happened. I am standing in what appeared to be my kitchen but set back in the 1920s. Hotpoint automatic electric range, a beautiful breakfast nook that faced the lake, a Corwith sink, and a beautiful flower pattern area rug that covered most of the flooring. In front of the sink stood a man in a business suit and a women in a plain white dress with finger waves throughout her hair. I noticed they were arguing, the mans voice became intense quickly and I heard him say,”You’re nothing more than a whore and that’s all you’ll ever amount to!” I saw the women turn around as if she were looking right at me, tears were rolling down her cheek. He aggressively grabs her by the face and says in a hateful manner, “You think I am stupid, you wanted him didn’t you? You had to wear that dress, you practically threw yourself at him!” He removed his hands from her face and she says to him in a worried tone, ” I have no attraction to your brother, I wouldn’t not lie to you Rob. I love you with my heart!” He then slaps her across the face and she falls to the floor in tears. “You sicken me Rose…..I will make sure no other man becomes a victim of your vicious trap.” He then grabs poor Rose by the hair and forces her into the basement.
I was pleading with him not to hurt her, forgetting they could not hear me, it was 1920, I didn’t even exist yet. This is what she was wanting me to see, but I didn’t want to see it. I knew what was to become of Rose and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Rob pushed her as he reached the three final basement steps. I stood there, directly behind them, feeling so helpless. He grabbed Rose by the face once more and said, “May God save your poor soul”, as he picks up the ax laying directly behind him. “Rose screams in terror, “No!!!!!!!!!!” I watched as he hit her four times directing on the top of her skull. I had never been a witness to murder, I was frozen in fear. I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I jump and scream in terror. It was the priest, he had been by my side throughout this entire experience, but was unable to see what I saw. I turned to him quickly with tears in my eyes and shakiness in my voice. “He killed her.” Something forced my hand back onto the wall and I am back in 1920, watching as Rob blocks Roses’ body behind the wall of the basement. I felt as if I could vomit at this point, he was truly sick, pure evil. I am suddenly back in the basement with the priest once more, he says to me “Dear Heavens child, are you okay? Something had a hold of you!” I told him everything and insisted on tearing the wall down and giving Rose a proper burial.
I told Joshua everything as well, he was hysterical. I believe more than I was and I had physically experienced it! We tore down the wall and there lay Rose and the tarp Rob had wrapped her in. The police were notified before hand, as they considering this to be a “cold case.” They took Roses’ remains and notified her relatives. From there, Rose received the burial she deserved, she was finally at peace. We eventually boarded up the basement due to the unfortunate circumstances. It’s a shame that it took so many years to seek justice for this women and that Rob got away with her murder. She did not seek revenge, all she wanted was to be heard and she confided in me. Joshua and I still live in this house, in spite of all that has occurred. I haven’t seen Rose since the day I witnessed her murder but I always feel Her presence. As if she is walking amongst me, I feel warmth and happiness cascading over me each and everyday. I know it’s Rose, she is my protector, guardian angel if you will. I will never forget her, she will always be with me in spirit and light.