I have always had a fondness for an old classic style home. My first purchase 10 years ago was a unit in Baton Rouge’s oldest apartment complexes and post-war 1940s one bedroom, cozy place with charm and character. My second purchase was with my husband – a 1940s post-war free-standing home. We eventually sold our starter home and moved to Algiers Point where we purchased a much older home, built approximately in the 1840s.
The latter is our current residence. And it may be haunted.
When we moved in, life was a bit of a whirlwind for me. We had a four-month-old; I had recently just gone back to work post-baby; we just bought a house. I hadn’t been sleeping well, experiencing sleep paralysis to the point of not wanting to sleep, even though I could barely keep my eyes open. I felt haunted, so much so, that I considered smudging the new house to rid it of the evil presence I felt. I asked my husband if he ever felt a strange presence in the house; he had not. Was I more attuned to spirits after having a baby or was I just extremely sleep-deprived?
Shaky Senses; Shaky Home
Before my son was born, my husband built a bookcase that was rather shaky. Buster, the family dog, sleeps in my son’s room. We were sitting on the couch feeding my son an evening bottle. Li was then about 4 months old. Then, it happened. We heard a loud crash in the baby’s room, shelves breaking and items falling to the floor; we felt the floor shake as we were just in the next room; Buster jetted out, clearly frazzled. That bookcase must have tipped over (pre-baby-proofing!). I got up to go start cleaning up the mess – nope, not the bookcase in the baby’s room. I continued making my way through the house and then back up to the front again.
I reported my findings to my husband. There was nothing out of place. Nothing had fallen over. I questioned whether he had really heard something or if he was just agreeing with me so as to not set me over the edge of really thinking I was crazy. He reminded me that Buster had run out of the room. So, yes, there actually was a loud crash that shook the floor. I must have missed whatever had fallen.
My husband did a pass through the house and checked closets to make sure those shelves hadn’t broken. About 10 minutes later, he rejoins me in the living room and I asked what caused the noise.
To this day, the loud crash that clearly came from my son’s room is unexplained. I admittedly get the goosebumps when I see my son waving, smiling and laughing to no one in our house.