I lived in
New Orleans,La back in 1991-1993. I rented
from a little elderly woman whose maiden name
was Mithoff, My apartment was on the first
floor under the stairwell to the second floor.
This house, located on Napoleon Ave, had been
converted into five apartments, some many
lost years before.
My first strange what you
might call paranormal experiences were of
food flying across the room. My kitchen was
a small long hallway that used to connect
the old houses original kitchen with the main
dining hall (Now my living room). I didn't
have a lot of cabinet space, so I would keep
my bread and cookies on top of the refrigerator.
One day after getting
off work, I was attempting to relax, when
I heard the sound of plastic hitting the floor.
I opened my kitchen door to find my bread
on the floor, 9 feet from my refrigerator.
Thinking my wife may have set it on
the stove, I put it back on the fridge. Within
five minutes, I heard the sound again. When
I opened the door, I found the bread on the
floor again, a
little further than the last time." Strange
I thought." Eventually I just found another
place to put my bread.
My wife on more then
one occasion would wake up complaining of
someone grabbing her in her sleep, which may
have just been wishful thinking, but, "I
believed her."
There was also an
incident in the living room when we had some
close friends over. We were all sitting around
talking about getting some IHOP breakfast,
when my front door opened fully and then shut
behind itself. We all completely freaked and
decided it was time to go get food (or just
get out), but when we stood up apparently
whatever was moving through the room got startled
by our sudden movement and my dog just had
a seizure right there staring fearfully into
the center of the group. This freaked us even
more, so we sat back down. The dog's eyes
followed whatever the entity was until it
left the room through the kitchen door (which
also swung open by itself).
Shaken, we all went
out to get our breakfast and slowly over coffee
and eggs we stopped speaking of the strange
incident.
But when we got home,
our upstairs neighbor in the attic apartment
had apparently committed suicide. Ambulances,
police cars, and his hysterical widow seemed
to take my mind off of the evenings events.
My wife spoke to
the widow a few nights later. She said her
husband had been hearing voices. Two weeks
later, we left New Orleans.
~
Will Sabo, a professional
musician, and the father of four girls, ranging
in age from 8-14.
Sabo generally considers
himself a skeptic."Not in that I don't
believe, but that I don't see every unusual
anomaly as supernatural." " To me,
it seems some people tend to force it, and
if it is a speck of light,"it must be
a ghost." I just wanted to share my story,
because it happened." Says Sabo, "I
don't have any cool photos, just my word."
Will
Sabo
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