Introduction II

Sorry...

In my excitement and strange power failures getting started I was in a rush to start this blog and I forgot to introduce myself. I want to list my cast of family and friends but I'm not quite sure yet who wants to be named and who doesn't. So I will use the names of those who gave me their permission and mark when I use a different name for someone who doesn't. And who can blame them? When the mention of the supernatural comes up and you mention that you believe in it and have experienced it you do tend to get strange looks.

I never was a religious person. I knew at a young age that Santa was a fraud then followed by the Easter bunny and the tooth fairy. If it's not something I can see with my own eyes I have a hard time believing it. I was raised that way maybe unbeknown to my parents but my father was always "the facts, I need to see the facts", and I became that way. I need to see...

When we lived in our apartment (with my wife and daughter) and you asked my view about the supernatural and ghosts and haunted houses, I'd tell you they may make for good movies and spooky stories but that's it - a movie, a story! Ask me again a week into living at the Dudley street house and I'd tell you different. I've seen...

I've seen a lot and experienced a lot and have a few wrinkles to show. I'm still not a religious man or I don't suddenly believe in Santa or the Tooth Fairy but I can tell you that I believe in the supernatural (and I refuse to watch those movies - give me a good Woody Allen movie any day).

Sorry this quick introduction has become long winded. I'm sorry in advance if I drag a few of these postings out - just let me know. I'm sure Tim will. My best friend through all of this. He has a few stories to share and I'll make sure they get posted here.

As for me... I'm Andrew. I bought this red brick three bedroom ranch for "a deal we can't pass by". A home in a nice well manicured neighborhood where some neighbors care and some don't even know you are there wandering the halls of this house.

Are you happy now Tim?

Introduction

My brother once told me before to document "everything as it happens". Everything? I thought how ridiculous that would be since it would happen numerous times a day or only a few times a week. At times it was nothing more then a presence or feeling and at other times it was so loud, disturbing, painful, so truly frightening that I've now decided to document "everything as it happens" with this blog.

Many things have happened since I've moved into the house on Dudley Street. Many things have already changed me, my views, my attitude, the people I know and knew so by no means is this a start or something new to me. But for me to get through this, to help deal with the pains I've been through, to know it's not only me living in a nightmare like this, I want to tell my story in the house on Dudley Street.

I was thinking on this anniversary, what my brother said, "document everything that happens." So I decided to do so. I will update my blog as much as I can or allowed too. As I began to sign up, my cable went out causing my internet to stop. It started working again. As I started on the blog again, it again failed me. I heard taps across the roof. Rain? Pounds crashed. Thunder? My power flickered resetting everything. The fore cast called for storms. But as I slowly pulled aside the curtains (something which I nearly never do for I will tell you about it later) , there where no beads of water trickling down the window, no dark clouds hovering above, it was actually a clear night. My power never restored until some time into the night. By that point I was to antsy to try again so I do this now.

I can feel a set of eyes staring at me from across the room as I type this. The room has a stillness to it. I'm alone in this house but I'm not. As much as I can and as long as someone will read, I will tell my stories of The Dudley Street Ghosts.