Haunting: Indian Spirit
SENT IN BY: Rob
LOCATION: Leavenworth, Washington, USA
DATE OF INCIDENT: 1974 to this day.
My parents just built their dream home on approximately 3.6 acres along the Icycle River
in the Leavenworth valley. The property belonged to my Dad's parents, and had a small
home already built. Anyways, during the digging of the foundation my mother came
across some broken pottery and arrowheads. She didn't think much of it, but took it to a
local archeologist to find out what they were. The archeologist, which was the professor
at the local Community College, told her that they were probably from an Indian camp
site, which was common in places next to the river. Mom didn't think much of it and
thanked him for his time. We moved in about a year after the home was finished. That is
when strange things began to happen, and for about two years we had a very intensified
haunting going on.
We had a spiral staircase that went from my parent's bedroom to the basement three
floors down. My Mom and I were playing on the second floor which is open to the
upstairs. As we were rolling over, my Mom and I saw a bright glowing ball of light about
the size of a softball start to bounce down from the top of the spiral staircase all the way
to the basement, and then disappear. My Mother became very quiet in hopes that I didn't
see what just happened. I turned to her and asked her if she saw the ball of light. She
nodded, yes. There were nights that we would wake up from a dead sleep and hear
crunching out in the snow just outside our windows. My Dad would go out to see who
was walking in the snow next to our windows. He came back telling us that there were no
footprints in the snow anywhere.
When my Dad and Mom would go out for the night, we would have a baby-sitter over.
She would put my brother in his crib and turn off the lights, then go upstairs to watch TV
or do something with her time. Five minutes later my brother would be crying, she would
go downstairs and find the lights on and my brother standing up in his crib pointing at the
One night my Mom was awoken suddenly. She got up and went down to the basement to
finish off a painting of some horses running...or so she thought. When she was done, she
went back to bed. Dad came upstairs in the morning and told her that he really liked
what she had done with her painting. When Mom saw her work again that morning, she
was surprise to find that she had painted an Indian Brave riding one of the horses. The
only thing she can remember from the experience is that she had a funny feeling as if
someone was watching her as she painted.
Probably the most exciting experience that I can recall is one late night when I awoke as
before from a deep sleep. I had a bunk bed in my room and I slept on top. This time when
I awoke, I didn't sit up straight up as usual. I laid there with a sort of scary feeling like
there was someone or something in the room. I slowly peeked over my covers to see a
figure standing in the door. At first I was so scared that I could scream. I just sat there on
my elbows looking at the figure and soon I was not feeling so scared and for some reason
I think the ghost told me that it was OK and that he was here to see who was living in his
space. I felt very comfortable with that, and I laid back down. When I sat back up again
to see it once more, it was gone. I can honestly say it was an Indian of some sort. I saw
him wearing a bow and a band around his head and across his chest.
To this day there has been very little activity, but when I go back to stay there, I can feel
that he is still looking over the house and my family that lives there still. Their were
many more experiences, but none more vivid then the ones I mentioned above.
I am a Customer Service Rep. for a local newspaper. 30 years of age, about 5 or 6 when
the haunting occurred. To this day I feel that this spirit is a part of me and is always
watching over me, sort of my guardian angel.
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