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PRIVATE RESIDENCE - On the end of a dead end street in Madoc, On is a house that has an
evil spirit. Reports have ranged from poltergiest activity to health
and emotional problems. The spirit of a murder still tries to exact
his will on the houses inhabitants.
This is the true account of residents that survived in the house for
only 8 months. The people have asked to remain anonymous. One of
the individuals has since died, but when John visited with him in
March 2002 he still had blocked it from his mind.
" We had enough of the city and it's taxes, we decided to move to the
town of Madoc. The house that we invested in was a beautiful, 2
level century home. The price was a steal. We soon came to find
out why.
As with any old home there were constant repairs to electrical,
and plumbing. The basement had a crack on the south wall, it was
leaking badly. Overall it was great . . . quiet and cheap.
Soon a new problem became hard to ignore. Objects would go
missing and turn up days later. There were noises coming from the
attic that sounded like dragging furniture , but the attic was
empty. The worst of all, we were constantly sick and moody. We all
fought constantly. I was the first one to see him . . . the ghost.
I told the other 2 about the man I saw. They said that I was going
looney from being in the house for so long. One night a week later,
my husband awoke to the sound of our other roommate talking to
someone. When he reached the living room he found the roommate in
the dark talking to thin air. My husband stood quietly listening,
he thought the roommate was sleepwalking.The roommate stopped in
mid sentence, looked at my husband and said, " Hey , Tell this rude,
selfish, pig who's house this is ! ! " and pointed to an empty chair.
My husband and I begged the roommate to leave with us a week
later but we could see that he was different.
We never spoke of the things that happened. The new place was
heaven. We weren't sick or tired anymore. I still kept thinking of
my roommate that was still there. Nobody had seen or heard from
him in weeks.
The telephone rang and rang . I woke up and looked at the clock. It
was 4 A.M. I stumbled down the stairs and picked up the phone.
" Who is this ! " I snapped in the phone. The voice on the other end
still haunts me to this day. " Please help me . . . I can't take it
anymore ! He's telling me to join him . . . . HE WANT'S ME TO KILL
MYSELF ! " it was my roommate. "Leave the house and wait outside"
I shouted to him. " He won't let me leave " he whimpered. "Hide and
we'll be there soon ". I hung up the phone and ran to wake my
husband. 20 minutes later we were in the driveway.
The house was in darkness and the front door was open. We went in
and called to our roommate. We heard him yelling upstairs.We found
him huddled in a closet. We grabbed him and left. Weeks later he
started to return to his old self. He doesn't remember anything."
John feels that it was the first stages of possession. He knows the
individual and he says that the man hasn't been the same since. The
gentleman turned to faith in his last years after being a staunch
atheist.
