The Poltergeist In Our Old Farmhouse

autumn night About eight years ago, my young adult son moved into the big white farm house on our other farm. We have two farms located near each other in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia and both homes are well over one hundred years old, going  on two.  Some of his guy friends moved in and everything was fine, then he and his fiancée (now wife) got to work remodeling the house. At first, no one thought much about the noises. Neither of them even mentioned a thing to me.

Then one night my son called, alone and uneasy. He was hunkered downstairs with his cat. Seems there were footsteps he couldn’t account for and a certain bedroom upstairs with a door that wouldn’t stay shut. No matter how many times he closed it, come morning it was always open. Earlier that week, his fiancé had been distressed when the bathroom doorknob turned and the door opened on her.  No one was there.  It freaked the cat out.  Didn’t do her much good either.  She was promptly converted from a disbeliever in ghosts to one strongly considering their reality.

Now, she’d gone away on a trip with her church and none of my son’s other friends were around. The last of his roomies had moved out. I suspected all the remodeling they’d done to the house had stirred something up. So, I went over.

Here, I’ll digress to say I’d dreamed earlier of a small grave plot way back in the fields behind the house and of a restless spirit associated with both. As it turned out there is just such a cemetery, an antiquated one. After I arrived that evening, my son and I went upstairs to the suspect bedroom and shut the door. I wanted to scream, and not just because I’m claustrophobic.

We held hands and I repeated the Exorcism prayer sent to my mother from an Episcopalian woman in England. She’d written my mother about visiting the church manse at the invitation of the new priest who was plagued by a poltergeist–one so violent, it had flung portraits down from the hall upstairs and hurled a saucepan lid across the kitchen. But the congregants, along with the priest, had prayed it out. As this was a Christian prayer, my son and I did the same. Never again did he or his fiancé hear footsteps or have any more trouble with doorknobs turning. That bedroom door remained as they left it and the chill feeling I had in the room is gone.

Now, what do you think of that?

Here’s the Anglican prayer. Do not try this alone if the presence you sense is evil, only with a strong group of Christians, the more, the better. And join hands. Even if you think I’m nuts.

“In the name of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost, may this distressed soul be relieved of his obsession with this world and sent to where he belongs.”

I added, ‘go to the light,’ although a truly evil presence won’t, but a troubled, restless one may. Seems only right to offer that as an option.

This is one of the experiences that influenced the writing of my ghostly light paranormal romance novel Somewhere My Love.

17 responses to “The Poltergeist In Our Old Farmhouse

  1. I loved your ghost story, Beth, and the way you handled this. I’ve heard the same, that renovating can stir up previous tenants. I’m glad that “they” saw the light and left. Or at least hope they did!


    • Yes. We have so many ghost stories here in the valley and surrounding mountains. Still, you don’t expect it firsthand.


  2. Wow, scary! but I’m glad you gave it peace.


  3. Beth–
    Saw your comment over on Authors By Moonlight and just had to come and read your story. Wow! Scary. Sends chills right down the spine and back up again! But I’m glad you were able to put the poor spirit to rest. Thanks for sharing.


  4. That is spooky stuff, Beth. I’m glad you were able to get the spirit out of the house and it didn’t trouble you guys any longer.


  5. What a spooky experience!
    In a way, it’s too bad it’s gone. You could have gotten Ghost Hunters to check it out with all their equipment. Now there’s a promotional opportunity (even though your excellent books speak for themselves)!


  6. Oh the hairs on my arms are standing up! What a scary and amazing experience! I’m definitely putting Somewhere My Love on my TBR list – I love romance/ghost story combo.


  7. I responded on Anna Kathryn’s blog today. My youngest daughter and I have seen spirits. The good ones don’t bother us, but the bad ones are frightening. It’s too long a story for here, but my sister unleashed a demon that has plagued a couple of our family members. I prefer the nice, friendly ghosts.


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  10. Gave me the chills. Thanks for sharing.
    Sue B


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