Haunted farnsworth house experience
My stay at the Farnsworth House back in November of 2001. The first night we stayed in the Sara Black room. Before dinner we left the light on next to the bed, so we could see when we came back in later that night. (I had done this intentionally) We went to have dinner and drinks in the bar under the Farnsworth House - and then off to the cellar where we joined others to listen to stories of ghosts that had been reported to haunt the B&B.
After we left the Cellar, we walked back out in front of the B&B and noticed that the light had been turned off in our room. We inquired about this before we headed to bed, and were assured that no one had entered our room.
It's important to note that on this first night, my husband and I were the only people in the B&B - the proprietors do not live in the home. We got to bed about midnight and at first my husband didn't want to turn the lights off - I insisted that we did, joking that he was superstitious. (He did sleep with his clothes on though!) I'd say that not much time had passed when we both heard what sounded like footsteps walking back and forth above our heads....The attic was directly above us, and I had a strange experience there that I will elaborate on a little further in the story. So, that was when I (the skeptic) started getting spooked. The footsteps were loud and obvious, and I may as well have been glued to my bed. It goes without saying, that at this point we were no where near falling into a peaceful sleep.
In the hall between the bedrooms there is a timed light that stays on during the night. As we were lying there, we keep seeing what seemed like black shadows back and forth, as if someone were walking down the hall. Neither one of us brought this up at the moment - I was too afraid he'd run out and down the street to a nice modern Hotel, and he was afraid if he told me I'd keep teasing him about being the 'scared' one.
All night these footsteps kept on and on and on. The sense in the room was overwhelmingly malevolent - it was like something just didn't like us being there.
The next night we switched rooms and moved to the Jennie Wade room. There was another couple now staying in the Sara Black room. We were quite pleased to find out that we weren't going to be the only people in the B&B that night! That second night was when I went from skeptic to awkward believer. Unlike the Sara Black room there didn't seem to be an overwhelming sense of foreboding, however as soon as we got into bed - the strange ensued.
Firstly, I was rubbing my husbands back, we were chatting - not really scared at this point. All of a sudden the light next to the bed went out. Okay - I assured him, that it was more than likely just a short, and turned it back on. Back to the Back Rub. Once again, the light goes off. So now, I'm starting to feel like something is definitely not right with this place. Once again I turn the light back on, and proceed to rub his back - no more than 10 seconds afterwards did it go back off.
Back Rub Ends! I told him I wasn't about to turn that light back on! He agreed and told me he was going to sleep in his clothes again. This time, I did as well. After we are lying there in our clothes, we were chatting quitely - and I asked him if he heard something....He said "No" and we continued talking. I interrupted him again and told him to listen. He heard it this time, and got out of bed to walk into the bathroom where the noise seemed to be coming from. The water had been turned on in the bathtub. He turned it off. About 1 minute later the water turns itself back on, except this time it's running harder than before. About this time I have the covers pulled up to my chest, gripping the sheets with my fists trying to convince myself not to run out of there and down the street to the nice new hotel. The third time my husband got up to turn the water off, as he was leaning over into the tub, did the water in the facet come on. No matter what he did, just like the light - it was not going to stay off. So, we are now in the dark, with the water running in the bathroom.
As we continued to lie there and discuss whether or not we should leave - did the window frame start banging - the wooden window frame on the Inside of the room, Not the outside. My husband got up walked over to the window, it stopped instantly. This keep happening, each time my husband would walk to the window would it stop cold. So, now we were in the dark, water running, window banging. Doesn't get much better than this! Or could it?
One of the weirdest things that has ever happened to me was in the wee hours in the morning - I woke up to my name being called - but not my current name - a name that I had used when I lived in Los Angeles and was trying to become an actress. I woke up my husband and asked him "Stop calling me by that name! You're freaking me out!" He rolled over and looked at me like I was crazy - There is one reason and one reason only that I did not run out of that House and down the street to the other Hotel. I was too scared! Too scared to get out of the bed! That's pretty bad, for a skeptic that is.
The next morning my husband walked down to the car to load our bags. I was getting ready in the bathroom and open the pull shade to look outside at the weather. As I walked back out into the bedroom then walked back into the bathroom the pull shade had been pulled entirely all the way down to the ground. I ran out, and my husband finished packing my things.
As we were checking out I asked the owner about the attic and asked him if anyone spent any time up there - or if anyone had been up there last night. He looked at me, bewildered - and told me that the attic is off limits to guests and that it's kept locked through their security system. I told him that each time I had gone up during the two days we had stayed there - that the door was just slightly cracked open and that I hadn't known it was off limits.
If you think it doesn't get weirder - when we arrived back in North Carolina and my husband was emptying his pant pockets did he realize he hadn't returned his key to the Jennie Wade Room. I was like: "That's nice, so you brought her back with us?" Sure enough there was some very bizarre things happening in our home after that (a new home) I sent it back in the mail with a letter telling them that that place had converted a formally die hard skeptic.
After we left the Cellar, we walked back out in front of the B&B and noticed that the light had been turned off in our room. We inquired about this before we headed to bed, and were assured that no one had entered our room.
It's important to note that on this first night, my husband and I were the only people in the B&B - the proprietors do not live in the home. We got to bed about midnight and at first my husband didn't want to turn the lights off - I insisted that we did, joking that he was superstitious. (He did sleep with his clothes on though!) I'd say that not much time had passed when we both heard what sounded like footsteps walking back and forth above our heads....The attic was directly above us, and I had a strange experience there that I will elaborate on a little further in the story. So, that was when I (the skeptic) started getting spooked. The footsteps were loud and obvious, and I may as well have been glued to my bed. It goes without saying, that at this point we were no where near falling into a peaceful sleep.
In the hall between the bedrooms there is a timed light that stays on during the night. As we were lying there, we keep seeing what seemed like black shadows back and forth, as if someone were walking down the hall. Neither one of us brought this up at the moment - I was too afraid he'd run out and down the street to a nice modern Hotel, and he was afraid if he told me I'd keep teasing him about being the 'scared' one.
All night these footsteps kept on and on and on. The sense in the room was overwhelmingly malevolent - it was like something just didn't like us being there.
The next night we switched rooms and moved to the Jennie Wade room. There was another couple now staying in the Sara Black room. We were quite pleased to find out that we weren't going to be the only people in the B&B that night! That second night was when I went from skeptic to awkward believer. Unlike the Sara Black room there didn't seem to be an overwhelming sense of foreboding, however as soon as we got into bed - the strange ensued.
Firstly, I was rubbing my husbands back, we were chatting - not really scared at this point. All of a sudden the light next to the bed went out. Okay - I assured him, that it was more than likely just a short, and turned it back on. Back to the Back Rub. Once again, the light goes off. So now, I'm starting to feel like something is definitely not right with this place. Once again I turn the light back on, and proceed to rub his back - no more than 10 seconds afterwards did it go back off.
Back Rub Ends! I told him I wasn't about to turn that light back on! He agreed and told me he was going to sleep in his clothes again. This time, I did as well. After we are lying there in our clothes, we were chatting quitely - and I asked him if he heard something....He said "No" and we continued talking. I interrupted him again and told him to listen. He heard it this time, and got out of bed to walk into the bathroom where the noise seemed to be coming from. The water had been turned on in the bathtub. He turned it off. About 1 minute later the water turns itself back on, except this time it's running harder than before. About this time I have the covers pulled up to my chest, gripping the sheets with my fists trying to convince myself not to run out of there and down the street to the nice new hotel. The third time my husband got up to turn the water off, as he was leaning over into the tub, did the water in the facet come on. No matter what he did, just like the light - it was not going to stay off. So, we are now in the dark, with the water running in the bathroom.
As we continued to lie there and discuss whether or not we should leave - did the window frame start banging - the wooden window frame on the Inside of the room, Not the outside. My husband got up walked over to the window, it stopped instantly. This keep happening, each time my husband would walk to the window would it stop cold. So, now we were in the dark, water running, window banging. Doesn't get much better than this! Or could it?
One of the weirdest things that has ever happened to me was in the wee hours in the morning - I woke up to my name being called - but not my current name - a name that I had used when I lived in Los Angeles and was trying to become an actress. I woke up my husband and asked him "Stop calling me by that name! You're freaking me out!" He rolled over and looked at me like I was crazy - There is one reason and one reason only that I did not run out of that House and down the street to the other Hotel. I was too scared! Too scared to get out of the bed! That's pretty bad, for a skeptic that is.
The next morning my husband walked down to the car to load our bags. I was getting ready in the bathroom and open the pull shade to look outside at the weather. As I walked back out into the bedroom then walked back into the bathroom the pull shade had been pulled entirely all the way down to the ground. I ran out, and my husband finished packing my things.
As we were checking out I asked the owner about the attic and asked him if anyone spent any time up there - or if anyone had been up there last night. He looked at me, bewildered - and told me that the attic is off limits to guests and that it's kept locked through their security system. I told him that each time I had gone up during the two days we had stayed there - that the door was just slightly cracked open and that I hadn't known it was off limits.
If you think it doesn't get weirder - when we arrived back in North Carolina and my husband was emptying his pant pockets did he realize he hadn't returned his key to the Jennie Wade Room. I was like: "That's nice, so you brought her back with us?" Sure enough there was some very bizarre things happening in our home after that (a new home) I sent it back in the mail with a letter telling them that that place had converted a formally die hard skeptic.
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