Haunted House & Haunted Places

Mr. W

Here's my ghost story. It involves several incidents in the same house involving myself, a brother, and one of my cousins. It rambles a bit, but it's all true.

In about 1986, my brother Joe and his wife moved into a little cape-style house in Glen Cove, on Long Island"s north shore. The house was previously owned by a nice widow (Mrs.W.) Being that this was their first huose, they were anxious to renovate and make the house more of their own than of the previous owners. Mrs W. didn't mind this at all and was happy to show my brother her late husband's tool bench and assorted tools in the basement. Joe and his wife didn't make any radical changes, rather, they restored covered wood floors, painted and papered, and filled the sitting room with restored antiques. My brother, a former landscaper, brought back a neglected, overgrown, weed infested yard to it's former condition. They were very happy there and with their two cats, were anxious to start a family.

The backround being laid, now we can begin.

From the start, funny things had been happening. Joe or Alexis would walk through cold spots, the cats would follow something across the room or wall with their eyes and then run like hell out of there. But for some reason i became the object of our spirit's (we refered to him as Mr.W.) attention. Perhaps it was because I was a bit of a wild man at that time and he didn't approve of me in his house. Whatever the reason, i was "it".

The first Thanksgiving we spent at their house i was awakened in the guest room by the sound of the window opening and me crawling out it. (i have never,before or since, been a sleepwalker) I was none to happy about this sort of treatment, but we laughed it off as too much beer and turkey. Every time i visited after that it was more of the same - usually someone standing at the foot of my bed, clearly outlined against the window, until i would call out or turn on the lights. Then he would leave. It was as if he was checking me out, making sure I wasn't wrecking anything (as if!) or something like that. He never touched me or threatened me in any way, but there were two instances that he did make contact.

The first time was the night before my 2nd oldest brother's wedding. My brother Joe hosted the rehersal dinner. It was an informal barbeque with relatives from both sides and lots of drinking. Naturally, talk turned to Mr. W. and his presence in the house. After all the usual b.s. some of us left, some of us went to bed, and some of us stayed up drinking. Out on the screen porch my brother John and my cousin Billy were sleeping on those tri-fold beach loungers. We heard him cry out, and a loud"spat"-like noise followed instantaneously. When we got there both loungers had their legs folded in under them, and the were lying,stunned, flat on the ground.

Apparently, someone was crouched next to my cousin, and when he reached for them, (thinking it was one of us fooling with him) his and my brothers chairs were collapsed.

The second, and last time was the night before my brother, his wife, and by then, three children were moving to a larger house. We had been up late packing everything, and i mean everything, into boxes for the next days move. All that remained were the beds we slept on. I was on the fold-out couch in the den. Just before i fell asleep something sat on my feet. Their cat chowder is freaking humongous but not that big! I looked down and couldn't see anyone but they were still on my feet. I pulled my feet out from under and watched the indentation of somebody's butt form on the covers. i shut my eyes, said an Our Father, about a rosary's worth of hail mary's and went to sleep. I felt him there until I was sound asleep but in the morning, he was gone.