I believe most paranormal investigators know what a hotbed of activity St. Augustine, Florida is. I can attest to that firsthand. When I was 15, my family moved from Illinois to St. Augustine. The house my parents bought was built in the 1930’s and I believe the land which the house sat on was haunted. We had an obnoxious spirit that loved to wake us in the middle of the night. He especially loved picking on my sister and myself. During the night, I would feel someone sit on my bed and then call my name. When it first happened , I must admit it was a bit disconcerting. I soon became used to it and would tell him to go away. He was also a bit of a prankster. He loved hiding keys, jewelry and rearranging things in the kitchen. I believe I saw him once out of the corner of my eye but whether it was my mind playing tricks I really can’t be sure. My sister, however, had the pleasure of seeing him face to face. She was home alone watching TV when she slightly turned toward my bedroom door and there he was standing ,staring at her. She only saw him for a few seconds but she believes he was a Spanish soldier….not out of the realm of possibility living in St. Augustine. I took to calling him Senor after this incident.

    Senor became more silent as my sister and I grew older and activity completely stopped after we left home. Ten years ago my parents sold the house and let’s just say our friendly ghost was not happy. The new owner called my parents complaining that guests staying in my old bedroom had an unusual incident happen to them. It seems the man was startled awake by some one hitting him over the head. Much to his surprise no one was in the room. He had a nice lump on his head in the morning to prove some one attacked him. Senor was never violent with us so my only guess is that he was unhappy about the change in the house. We never heard another report from the new owners.

I often think about my flirtatious ghost and hope he is at peace. He sure made my teenage years interesting.

I have always believed in the paranormal. I don’t profess to be a medium, a psychic, or for that matter a sensitive. I have been told I have an overactive imagination by almost everyone, except for close family members who shared my experiences. It does seem, however, that while I was growing up, ghosts, spirits or whatever it (they) may have been loved to pick on me…….

My first experience was at the age of 4. I can remember sitting in the bathroom when suddenly my toy bus (Playmobil size) very slowly came from my bedroom, across the hallway into the bathroom. It wasn’t moved by any visible person. Now most children would have screamed and ran for his/her mother. I, however, from what I remember just looked at the toy and laughed. I was a strange child. : )

My grandmother’s house in Cherry Valley, IL was haunted. I am convinced of it. The house was built in the 1880’s and at first served as a dance hall and the grounds around it as a park. My grandparents bought it in the late 1930’s and added onto the house in 1950. According to my grandmother this is when the activity started. As a child I had many experiences. Playing in my grandmother’s room I would often hear footsteps coming down the stairs when the only other person in the house was in the kitchen. It never frightened me, but drove me crazy because I could never get to the stairs fast enough to see what was coming down the stairs. My grandfather died in 1977 and it was shortly after that the rocking chair by the bed I slept in would rock by itself. I would wake up in the middle of the night hearing someone walk across the floor and then hear the chair rock. I would sit up in bed and it would stop. Numerous times I got up to check windows, etc to see what was making the chair move. I never found anything. Nothing equals the night though when my cousin and both awoke to a light glowing from the room that was always locked. I was fascinated but my poor cousin never slept upstairs again. Only one part of the house truly terrified me and it was an odd spot. The top of the second floor stairs would send a chill down my spine. I dreaded walking up those stairs as a child and would run as fast as I could to the playroom or bedroom. I always felt safe in those rooms. Years later talking to my mother about the house we both confided in each other how that landing put such fear in both of us.

I would love to go back to my grandmother’s house some day to investigate , but the house has new owners now and living 1,ooo miles away in Florida makes it a bit difficult.

I have more experiences to share but the fingers are tired so my experiences with an annoying ghost in St. Augustine will have to wait until next time.

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