I picked my wife up from work this morning and she told me she had some interesting things happen to her last night while at the Inn.
She told me she had to go downstairs to get paperwork. As she was walking down the steps she noticed one of the elevators moving from the second floor to the first, almost following her. When she got to the bottom of the steps there was nobody waiting to get on the elevator, and nobody on the elevator.
Back at her station she got a call. On her caller ID she noticed it was coming from an extension somewhere in the Inn but when she answered the phone all she heard was dead air. She disconnected the call and then dialed that extension. The phone in front of her coworker who sits right next to her, rang. He had quite obviously not called her from his phone, and his extension is not the one that had called her. In fact, the extension that called her does not exist.
Creepy? She was freaked out and more than happy to leave when I showed up.
Tonight I picked up my wife from work and she was telling me how her and one of the security guards had been talking about some of the haunted stuff that goes on at their job. She told me about his experiences.
Every night he works he has some sort of report thing that he has to get from a room way down a hall at a certain time, yet he puts it off until an hour later every night. She always thought he was lazy until tonight when he told her twice he went off to get that report and both times he saw a thick white mist in the hall pass by him. Both times it happened at 3:10 AM. So now he waits until 4 to do the report and he hasn’t seen it since.
And then just as my wife and I were walking out of the building we came upon the set of doors we were going to exit through to get to our car. The doors lock so that you have to use a key card to get in from the outside. There’s also a handicap button you can press that will open the doors for you.
As we got to the doors, the door on my side swung open for me. Neither my wife or I had pressed that button and there was nobody on the other side opening the door for us.
I can’t believe I haven’t shared this story yet. On another night while I was hanging out at my wife’s work I decided I would pay their ridiculous prices for a bottle of pop and I asked where the vending machines were. She directed me down the hall, so off I went.
I walked past the bathroom with the paper towel dispenser that dispenses towels for nobody and continued down the long hallway looking for the vending room. She had told me it was just past the bend in the hallway and I found out that it was way down the hall past the bend in the hallway. Had I been a guest there, I would have complained about her horrible directions.
I found the room and the door to it was propped open. I walked into the room and looked at the vending machines to see what I wanted. Suddenly I heard a slam and turned to see the door had shut itself. I tried to put a dollar into the machine and it wouldn’t take it, nor would it take coins. I left the room with nothing purchased.
As I left the room I tried to prop the door open and it wouldn’t stay open on its own. What a fun place!
Not a lot has happened to me lately as far as paranormal goes, however my wife started working at this Inn near King’s Island. I won’t say which one, in fact “Inn” isn’t part of the name, because I don’t want to draw any attention to them that they might not want. My wife loves working there, and I don’t want to ruin it for her.
However, the land around King’s Island in Mason, OH is supposed to be haunted because of an explosion that took place on the land years before there was an amusement park built there. The explosion killed quite a few people, and now the amusement park is supposed to be haunted and was even featured on the show Ghost Hunters. What they didn’t do on that show was go the Inn to investigate.
Since I’ve been hanging out there with her and talking to the other employees, they’ve told me all kinds of things about the place, mainly one particular room where guests complain about eerie things happening, like feeling someone sit on the edge of the bed when there’s nobody there, or feeling the presence of others in the room when they are alone.
One night I took a trip through the place to find the room, and before I got to it I could feel the electricity in the air build so high it had my hairs standing on end. The closer I got to the door, the worse it got. Finally when I got to the door I felt as if I was being watched from the other side, maybe through the peep hole. Just a feeling though, no actual evidence otherwise.
I was told another thing about that room, that one night just about a week ago it flooded down into the basement. Except there was nobody in the room when it happened. Apparently the tub overflowed and leaked into the basement.
And then there was the night I stopped in to use the bathroom before picking my wife up to take her home. It was about 4 AM and I was the only one in the bathroom. Once I was done I washed my hands and then used the electric paper towel dispenser to dry my hand. I waved my hand in front of the eye and it spit out a sheet of paper. I tore it off and dried my hands. I turned and left the bathroom. Once I got just on the other side of the entrance, I heard the paper towel dispenser shoot out another towel. I turned to look and of course, nobody was there.
When I told the front desk people about my experience, they just laughed and said they’d add it to the growing list of stories taking place all the time there.
One night I plan to stay the night in that one particular room, the one that over flowed. I’d love to see what all that electricity in the air was about.
When I had to leave my Grandmother’s house just after she passed away, my girlfriend and I moved into a house in Silverton, OH. We didn’t have much of a choice in where to go and we didn’t have much time to find a place. We really only moved into this house because we had to. Personally, I really didn’t care much for it, but accepted it for what it was.
Shortly after moving in, odd things started happening. I dealt with it, my wife was freaked out by it, and after we left eight months later, I’m glad we had gone.
The house was tiny and the basement was strange. Every time I went to the basement I felt as if someone were watching me. I would go down there alone, but never liked to. And I don’t scare easily. One thing that happened regularly in the house was the sound of what sounded like a gallows’ trap door dropping. And the sound always seemed to come from the basement.
In the kitchen we had a blind covering the window. It was the type that you had to tug on to get it to go up. We never had luck with it, as it was old and didn’t work properly. We always had to tug on it constantly just to get it to do something. Unless it wanted to go about things on its own, which it did more than a few times. Without being touched by us, the blind would roll all the way up effortlessly. We assumed it was just because it was old and didn’t work right, but the spring inside that helped it to roll up wasn’t so great. When we’d get it to go up, we had to force it to go all the way up, and it did so slowly, most times not even making it all the way up. When it did it on its own, however, it would go all the way up, quickly, as if it were brand new.
I know that is something that can be explained away, but it is an incident, regardless of what caused it, just like this one. In the living room there was a light on the ceiling in the center of the room and it had a pull string on it. The first couple of times it happened I was in another room and just heard it. I would hear a click coming from that pull string and I would look at it and although the light was never on or off when it shouldn’t be, the string would be swaying hard, as if someone had tugged on it and let go.
That had gone on quite a few times until one day I was sitting in the living room on the couch without the TV on and I was just relaxing. I had my head back on the couch and I was looking right at the light when it happened. Talk about a racing heart.
The rest of our problems occurred outside. We had some horrible neighbors. Almost every day that we lived there we would find garbage in our front yard. This garbage was never found in any other yard around us, but after picking it up a few times I’d discover more of it in our yard the same day. I never caught them doing it, but I know they were.
On more than one occasion while I was cutting the grass in the backyard, I would go along the fence that separated our back yards and nothing would be there, but on my return trip around the yard I would find several pieces of garbage littering the yard, right alongside the fence. Thinking about it now I should have had my wife keep an eye on the yard from the house to see who was doing it, but we never did.
Aside from the garbage, I can’t explain the other things. At night, I’d let my dogs outside and I would sit on the back porch while they did their business. All too often they would get to the porch with me and look up at the top of the neighbors garage and growl or bark, usually growl, and their hair would stand up. I never saw anything there.
On one night I happened to catch some movement in the back of their yard. They had a small shed in the back corner of their yard that was on the other side of the fence from our yard. Behind their yard was a privacy fence. On this night, I saw a shadow move from the shadow the shed made on the fence out about five feet from it, making its own shadow on the fence. It was dark, but I could make out that it was just a shadow, and there was nothing to cause it. The shadow was the form of a person, and in order for it to be there, the person would have to have been standing right in front of the fence, but nothing was there. I kept an eye on it for ten minutes and it never moved again. I never saw that shadow there again.
I don’t know what was going on in the house, and I never felt anything strange in particular, but I always felt as if I wasn’t alone in the house. I’m glad we’re gone, I hated the house, the neighbors, and the city.
A few years ago I had planned a trip to Mansfield Reformatory to do an all night ghost hunt. What a blast that turned out to be, so much so that I’m looking forward to going back as soon as possible. Well, I have been looking forward to it since then, which was about 7 years ago now… yeesh…
Anyway, before I went there I was informed to check out this other place on the way, which happens to be down the road from the Reformatory. It’s called Malabar Farm State Park, and it’s nestled deep in the back woods of Mansfield. Get good directions before going or take someone with you who knows their way around, or you won’t get there.
The thing with Malabar is, it’s haunted by the spirit of a woman who used to live there named Ceely Rose. In 1896 Ceely murdered her family there. You see, she was in love with the neighbor boy, Guy Berry. They both attended the same one room school house, which is still standing just down the road from their houses. The kids there used to make fun of Ceely for being slow, and he stood up for her. She fell in love. He was too nice to say he wasn’t interested, so she persisted by telling everyone they were going to get married.
Apparently, her dad was furious that she was spreading these lies, and he forbid her to ever see him again. This made her so mad that the next morning she made them all breakfast, dumped some rat poison in their cottage cheese and they all ate. Her father died right away, her brother died about a week later. Her mom didn’t eat as much of it, so she survived. Eventually though, after her mother spoke of moving them away from the area, and of course away from Guy, Ceely re-poisoned her mother and finished the job.
Ceely was finally caught and tried for the murders. She was found not guilty by reason of insanity and was sent to the Toledo Asylum. In 1915 she was shipped off to the Lima State Hospital where she lived until 1934. It would seem now, though, that Ceely is back at home, close to her one true love, Guy Berry.
I pulled all of that info from a piece Mark Jordan had written a few years ago about it. Mark has written a play about it and the theater group he’s apart of performed it on the stage in the main barn there at the park. He told me that they had technical issues the entire time as well. I believe he’s either still writing it, or he has written a book about Ceely as well.
Luckily when I went, I was met by Mark Jordan who got me there on the first try and gave me a nice tour of the place. While I was there, I did encounter some things, but instead of thinking back 7 years and telling it again, I hunted down an email I had sent to Grave Addiction about my time there. Here’s part of that email with the details of what I’m writing this blog about.
We then decided to go in the barn since most of the people had cleared out. I immediately walked over to the back door that everyone had the problems with and I felt a little presence there. I started taking pictures and Laura and Mark just kind of walked around a little bit. Suddenly I got a strong feeling of a serious presence right near the front corner of the stage on the side of the door.
I got lightheaded quick, as sometimes that happens with me and strong energies. I grabbed for the beam and realized I had to sit down. Mark had just walked past me so I turned to him and told him I needed help, but I think it all happened so fast that he didn’t know what to do and so I just sat myself down on the bench. The feeling stayed with me, almost tormenting me.
I got up and said I had to leave the barn and I walked out as fast as possible without running into anything, because at this point my mind was very clouded with this energy and the pictures and thoughts pouring into my head. When I got outside the energy was still with me, though going away. It felt like the presence was making sure I left the barn.
And the vision in my head of who it was…chilling. I only experienced this kind of anger in a “spirit” one other time and that was scary enough…it was the Bobby Mackey ghost. So I definitely wanted to leave. But this is what I saw. It was a woman for sure. She was wearing a bonnet and a dress, both of the period when I guess Ceely would’ve been living. Both seemed to be a dark red color. All I saw past that was the look on her face, and it wasn’t friendly. She had her teeth gritted and a very angry look on her face.
Whether this was Ceely or someone else, I don’t know. I didn’t get a name. Actually, I didn’t get anything more than what I just described. That and the thought that whoever this woman is, she doesn’t want me there and she was VERY angry. Come to think of it, the feeling was also kind of like she was just very mad that there were all these people there, probably all day, and she didn’t want any more company, so she escorted me and my company out.
I don’t know. Whoever it is, it didn’t seem like Ceely to me. And I only say that because everyone that emailed you seems to like Ceely’s ghost and say she’s playful. This one wasn’t nice or playful, at least to me. I want to go back sometime though to do a more thorough investigation.
I then sent another email to the site with what I’m about to tell you. When I had visioned that lady in my head, it was disturbing. The face was creepy and the anger was real. It’s been burned in my head ever since and still haunts me occasionally. After I sent that email I did a search on Ceely Rose to see if there was a picture of her anywhere and I found one that sent chills up and down my spine. The picture showed the same face that was burned into my memory. Here’s that picture.
Creepy. So, that’s my story. I walked around, went on a great tour of a great place and was chased out by Ceely. I’d love to go back there as well to get a little more investigating in. Maybe the next time I go to Mansfield Reformatory…
Recently I got to speak to my dad about the things that happened in The House. I asked him if there were any occurrences that happened that I might not know about. This is what he told me.
We had a pull down staircase that led up to the attic. This staircase was in the ceiling of the Utility Room. He told me some of the first things to ever happen in the house was this staircase, coming down, completely unfolded, on its own.
Both the first and second times it happened he’d go up to the attic, which we didn’t use for anything, and he’d search around to make sure nobody was up there. He’d also check the back door, which was just a few feet from the staircase, to make sure it was locked. Everything always checked out, and the staircase only did this a couple of times.
Skeptical, my step mom said that it probably just fell open. My dad had her try to open it, and she couldn’t. It was a new staircase and it was very hard to pull down. I remember as a kid living there, my sisters and I would sometimes play up there, and it was always difficult to open the staircase.
He also told me of the back door, always slamming open or shut. Nobody would ever be there.
I never knew of these things. And then he told me this…
I originally posted about what had gone on between the owners of the house who owned it before the people we bought it from. Well, my dad just told me a different story.
He had spoken with one of our neighbors who had lived on the street many years. He told my dad that the man and wife did have an argument, however, instead of the woman leaving the house and then being locked out by her husband causing her to dive back into the house through the living room window, he had shoved her during the fight and she went through the window, the broken glass slitting her throat and killing her. Apparently, the man then killed himself in the house.
My dad also told me the people we bought the house from had told my mom and dad that they were selling because his uncle or dad had won the lottery and were building them a nice new house somewhere. Our neighbor told us it was because of the hauntings in the house that drove them out, and they had only lived in the house for a year, maybe less.