Guest Post By: KaSandra Blythe
A true story of a haunting in my home as a young child. I remember all that happened then and always will.
My father is a collector of old bottles. Going to many of the pioneer homesteads scattered among the cascade mountains..The homes long gone in fires or just plain falling down.. He would bring old bottles home with him. Everything from cough syrup to lie.
I remember seeing old milk glass bottles with face cream still in them dried up but still there. He and my brother went out one day looking for the all mighty truffles.
They came across a old site of a tower bell and old church. not much left of it anyway. Behind the old bell tower was a pile of discarded old very tall bottles.. He brought one home with him. It had what looked like a wick up through the center and had a beautiful inlaid cross on one side. He left it on the counter that night. The next day is when the strange things started happening in our home.
My bother would wake up in the middle of the night crying.” someone told me to move over, and wanted to get in my bed with me.” Of coarse my dad said it was silly and only a dream. Then a few days went by and my dad asked each one of us why we was up all night clomping down the hall in our shoes. We had each told him the truth that none of had got up in the night. Then when the toilet would flush for no reason during the day, dad decided that yes something was wrong. As the weeks went by things only got worse more sounds and my little brother coming in my room and sitting in my rocker all night because he was scared.
Dad sent the bottle to my grandpa next store. Grandpa set up for two nights and on the second he had claims of the bottle having a light green glow in the dark room. My grandma seen this happen too.
All this happened for about a year with moving the darn thing around the house.
Finally mom wrapped in a old cloth and put it the shop out back. The next day it was on our back porch. My uncle came in from Utah and seen the bottle and told my dad that it was not an old candle jar but a crypt ash jar from the late 1800′s.. A month or so later the neighbor kids came over to play and the bottle got broke. We had no problems with what or whoever it was in our home. Laughing to myself 25 years later, My dad leaves the bottles where he finds them!
