The Haunting Next Door

More than a year ago, my husband bought me a house. I loved everything about this house, with exception to one thing, the house next door. The house is a lovely house on the outside.. unassuming and wrapped in vinyl. but it was what I felt coming from inside the house that scared me. For weeks, I felt like there was someone watching me from an upstairs window. When I would look, nobody would be there. Not too long after that, I would come to make out the shape of a woman. As time progressed, more details about her became visible. I would often see her crying, beating on the window, lost in the depths of despair. I kept this to myself, mostly… with the exception of close friends and my husband.

Then recently, I went up to the neighbors who own the house. I said, “Ma’am, I am Ken Boggle. I am a Tarot Card Reader and I wondered if I could talk to you about your house. I don’t want to scare you or offend you, but I want to discuss the woman in your upstairs window.” The woman stared at me, her mouth open and her arms covered in goosebumps.

She asked me how I knew and I explained the progression of my situation to her. Inside, I felt like she already knew. So, I directly asked her if she had witnessed any spirits or apparitions. She denied that she had seen anything, but said that her son had seen, “the people.”

To be helpful, I asked her if she would like for me to go into her house and discern what was happening.  “No. We’ve moved out.” she responded. “We can’t live there. We’re going to rent it out, speak to the new people and see if you can help them. We’re not staying there anymore.” At which point, I thanked her for letting me speak to her about the issue.

All of that was more than a week ago. Since then, so much more has happened. The following day, I went to speak with a relative of the young family that was about to rent the property. I explained what I had previously discussed with the owner of the property and asked her if she would like for me to help. This time, the answer was a very supportive yes. “Absolutely, Ken! I’d really appreciate any help you can give.”

“First, I will need to read the house… alone. This process may take 2 hours or more.” Without flinching or a moment’s thought, she agreed. Obviously, she trusted me and that trust was not misplaced. “Once I have grasped the full reality of all that’s happening in the house, I will come back and report to you. You may share what I find with your family that will be renting the property.” She agreed and helped arrange for me to receive a key two days later.

I took possession of that key yesterday night. It being 10pm, the sun was long gone. The house was covered in darkness and with great trepidation, my husband and I stepped up toward it. I pulled out a camera and began taking several pictures. I took multiple shots of the exterior of the house, fully expecting a ghostly apparition to manifest within the image. As you can see from the pictures I am sharing, that did not happen. But you cannot mistake that there is something quite unsettling about the house pictured above.

Next, I took a picture of the electrical box where the statue of a Virgin Mary had sat. For whatever reason, the lack of the Blessed Mother’s statue made me even more afraid. “Have they taken the Mary statue with them?!” I asked out loud to my husband, Robert.

“They’ve taken everything, except all of this trash in the yard.” he quipped. Nervously, I laughed and tried to remain grounded. The lack of the statue really troubled me. Not that I am Catholic, but I felt a great void without the statue there. 

We went back to the front of the house and made our intentions clear to one another. “We are here to read this house. We are not here to provoke or agitate any spirit or entity.” Rob agreed and repeated the same to me. We pulled out our Japense Juzu Prayer Beads and began to chant. We chanted for our protection, but we also chanted to see the true reality of all of the phenomena in the house.

After a round of this chanting, we went up the stairs to the front door. We slid in the key, which at the time, did not seem to fit. I chalked this up to nerves and also it being quite dark outside. After only a moment’s struggle, the door was unlocked. I twisted the knob and with all the respect I could muster, entered the house.

In retrospect, the thing I remember most about entering the house is how the pain of the house itself hit me in the face. The house had been grossly uncared for and trashed. The rugs were dingy, covered in splatters and splotches of dark liquid. There were cracks along the stair case and some in the walls. The house itself was clearly hurting, which I find to be true in most haunted locations.
As I made my way into the house, I began seeing old memories of the past. I saw wild parties, drunken violence, and a lot of shoving. Moving into the living room, I noticed a large cutout in the wall. it was a window that looked out of the Master Bedroom into the Living Room. I saw someone being hung or “dangled” from that window, involuntarily. It looked like I had stumbled in on a prank that was going terribly wrong. However, this vision was clearly not something that the “every day” person would experience. This is something a Precognitive Clairvoyant would experience. Even though I knew this vision would not appear in a photo, I still wanted to capture the look of that window.

The kitchen was quite unremarkable, until I psychically heard the doors to the cabinets being slammed shut. The repetitive and violent slamming of the doors really frightened me. But in reality, the doors stayed closed.

That’s part of the thing about being Clairaudient; your ears perceive sound that nobody else can perceive. We did run a tape of this and no sounds were present in the recording… that were not outside the “normal” cracks and pops of an older house.

Shortly after that, we decided to go upstairs. As I walked up the stairs, I felt a great resistance pushing me back down. Something did not want me going up those steps. I clutched my beads in my left hand, lifted the burning white candle in my right, and charged forward.
“You understand that I am here to find you and to bring someone here to take you out, don’t you?!” I asked. Nothing was the reply, absolutely nothing. “You don’t like the idea that I am in your house, do you?” I asked. There was again, no response. Finally, I asked for a noise or any indication that there was a presence with us. Oddly enough, all that could be heard was traffic outside… nothing more.
Somewhat confused, I walked into the master bedroom. Instantly, I had the overwhelming sensation that the door had been slammed behind me. I turned and the door was still open, but I could visually see the door being kicked open and busting the wall behind it. I pulled the door forward and sure enough, there was a dent in the wall from the handle of the door.

Internally, I could feel someone in the room with me. He was young, white, angry and had a vile distaste for the Christian religion. Not to provoke, but to understand better, I began to discuss the religion. Over and over, I repeated the name of Jesus and of God. I thought for sure that this would have caused some sort of reaction; ironically, it did not. Instead, the constant memories of this hatred for religion was all that I experienced.

I left the Master Bedroom and headed to the room I was most excited to investigate... The room where I had seen the woman in the window. I expected to walk in and see her there, like I had so many times before. And like everything else, I walked in to nothing. However, we snapped photos just to be safe... nothing. But again, the creepiness of that photo cannot be denied.

I could see her in my minds eye, but as a memory that kept repeating... not as a ghostly specter. But still, her hurt and depression was thick. The atmosphere throughout the entire top floor was thick, making it somewhat hard to breathe. Rob also explained that in several areas of the space upstairs, he felt cold chills and a static electricity that seemed to wrap his wrists. I can attest that the hair of his arm was on end for most of our visitation.

As far as I was concerned, there was nothing present in the room that was of any danger to anyone... so, I went back down the stairs. Again, about a third of the way down the stairs, I felt the aggressive resistance. Clearly, the stair case had more to tell me and it did. I stood at the top of the staircase, beads in hand, and opened myself up to what had happened there. Several things flashed in my mind, someone being pushed and there being an actual field of energy. I wondered aloud what was under the stairs and Robert reminded me that there was one room we had not been in… part of that room ran under the staircase.

I pushed through the resistant energy and went down the stairs. I made a sharp left and entered the room. Something happened in that room. Whether it was a conjuring or other dark art, I am not sure. I am certain that someone had opened up a doorway into the other side. I am certain that the doorway would be found directly above the room, the staircase. Rob and I decided that the best thing we could do is chant. We chanted to protect ourselves, close off any negativity, and bind the darkness.

We left that room and went to the front door, there was nothing left to see. As we left the house, we said out loud, “We are leaving. What is here MUST stay here. You will NOT follow us. We are leaving you here.” As we made this very clear, we locked the door behind us. After a moment to gather ourselves and to chant, we headed home.

Is this the end of the haunting next door? No. Our next step in this process is to bring in our friend Steven, a Shaman and experienced Exorcist. We have arranged for him to read the house himself and then help us in cleansing the home. Will Steve’s report on what’s in the house match mine? I am not sure. All of this and the events of the cleansing are coming in my next blog. Please keep your eye open for it.  As they say, to be continued…

All My Love,
Ken
xoXox