Bad Omens: I escaped with my life away from a house I lived in from 2003-2006.
In 2002, my family and I purchased a 42 acre burned out farm in Avonmore, Pennsylvania, for a song. It was my part of earnings when my family & I sold another farm at a profit. It was to be the home of my future husband, me, and our pets.
After signing the contracts, the former owners disclosed that not only were the home and barn burned down twice, but there were at least two suicides and a missing person connected with the property. I brushed it off, even though I realized that the place had a strange aura to it, as though we were viewing it through some strange filtered glasses.
We decided to build the new little house on top of the original burnt-out foundation, to save money, very charred but salvageable with a few beam repairs. The foundation was covered with a very strange combination of mobile homes sawed and fitted together. For some reason, all of us got a lot of pleasure from demolishing this carbunkle over the site. Just next to the house is an old shed housing the original spring-house that, to this day, I believe, still has the festering stink bubbling up from what seems to be otherwise a normal run of underground water in the area.
My boyfriend & I picnicked the area often, only to find ourselves in petty arguments, eventually leading to me breaking up with him. As construction began, virtually everyone who worked on the site was injured. A master craftsman fell off of a ladder, and he swears that he was pushed even though he was alone on a Sunday detailing a job on the future second floor. He broke his knee and to this day he is not able to work at full capacity.
The day I was moving in I was making several local trips to move our furniture using a pickup truck. Halfway through the trips I found the house to be completely dark with a smoky smell. It was as if the place was on fire, so I grabbed my cell phone (I didn't have phone service yet), only to find it dead, and my charging cable was miles away at my parents house. I had to drive ten miles to find a local bar that was open and kind enough to let me call the fire department. The brand new main power lines into the house had given way at the neutral slot, something that the electric company found impossible since they had sent one of their most experienced workers. Sure enough, it had split, and all electrics, appliances, TV's, and everything had been blown up, causing months of hassle with the utility company and the stores that we had bought things from. It took months to replace my items, through service plans, insurance, and attorneys.
There are many more episodes like the one above, but I stayed anyway, now alone. Friends and relatives often stayed and visited, but they avoided the place because of the same symptoms I had. A horrible fear deep in the chest, a feeling of being watched, despair, anxiety, and sleeplessness. Unbelievable nightmares came down upon not only me but anyone who stayed in the house.
The situation got even weirder. There is a small pond close to the house that was clogged with silt. We decided to clean it out and landscape it. I arrived at the end of the day that the contractor was digging. In the giant piles of silt we found hundreds of snapping turtles, dead or dying, almost every one with a disease or some other problem. As a serious animal lover I halted the digging immediately, completely confused as to why so many of them would be in such a small space miles from flowing water.
The most interesting thing is how my pets acted! This is where it gets weird. We had built a modest stable and fenced in a few acres for my old retired horse, an even older very sweet adopted pony, and a rescued miniature donkey, a sad product of the "fad animals" in the 1990's. This crew were the most calm, loving, and trustable animals anyone could ever meet. Within a very short time, the horse became virtually unhandleable, the pony would squeak/scream when being brushed, and the mini-donkey would bray his alarm noise (anyone who has donkeys understands this) at any time day or night. This went on until I adopted some chickens. They scattered the minute I let them out of the pen, racing away into the woods, only half of them could be called in to eat, only to scatter again.
The real activity happened inside the house that we built on the old foundation. I had brought my trusty old shelter mongrel with me and adopted another dog. With them I had brought my two parrots, a Cockatoo and my Blue Front Amazon. That is where the real things happened. My parrots have been with my family all my life. They started screaming in the middle of the night and flying themselves into the cage bars that I had specially designed for them in my house. It got so bad that I gave them to a local bird sanctuary, Thank God I found someone to care for them. He worked with them for two years before they got back to normal.
The fear, pain, and hopelessness on that that site is real. It is 322 Ankeny Road, Avonmore, Pennsylvania 15618 USA
The nightmares were the worst. If that was not enough, I am back in the States, visiting family because I now live abroad partially due to these episodes, and I am feeling the same anxiety again. All I can say to other victims is move. Its not worth your life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are so many more details to this story. I could not possibly write them all. Those who have endured it understand!