Matt told me a handful of things that had happened to him growing up but the majority he kept to himself, the haunting of that house was exhausting and boring to him and he would rather talk about video games. He was fine with the amusement everyone else had in the creepiness of the house, and certainly enjoyed acting like the brave tough guy when all our friends would act spooked – he actually pulled a great prank on us once. We were in his room about 4 or 5 of us and he had gone off to the kitchen leaving us on the other side of the house by ourselves. There we talked about the spookyness of the house and I mentioned that it was haunted etc. The next thing we knew, the second door in Matt’s room, which was connected to his bathroom, blew open. We all shouted and jumped into the corner of the room. They all told me to go and investigate, saying “You’re the biggest a ghost won’t #%!@ with you man!” Which was nonsense… but this wasn’t the only time a door had popped open upon discussion of things paranormal (as I’ll share in my Bloody Mary stories) and it was my fault for getting them spooked to begin with, maybe this was another case of poltergeist caused by group tension. I got up and walked quickly towards the door, do or die and pulled it open to see nobody. Matt burst out of his shower pulling back the curtain and laughing which made me jump all the way back across the room. He got all of us really good that time.
But Matt wasn’t always light hearted about things. When he was a kid he said he used to sleep with his mom and dad out of terror, which made sense. He would sleep downstairs in the center of the house (near the lobby I mentioned with the spiral wooden staircase and animal trophies on the wall) and get spooked, go upstairs to sleep with his mom and dad and it was there he said some sort of shadow man with an “ice cream cone shaped head” would stand by the foot of his parents bed and mentally project feelings of dread and hatred at him. Being 5 years old all he could do was shiver in fear while this thing apparently told him repeatedly, “Move an inch and I’ll kill all of you”. I’ve seen Matt cry a handful of times, it’s not that he has steel resolve or anything, but he’s never spoken of any other memory or thing to upset him so much, and I’ve yet to see him cry after his father (rest in peace) is now gone. But he did cry as he recalled those nights and how 3 hours of time would pass for him in the dark while this being mentally tortured him, how he in fact wouldn’t move an inch or dare breathe loudly. He only ever told me about the ice cream cone man once. I didn’t enjoy hearing about it, as I was preparing to spend the night.
I spent more than a few nights there when I worked on the ranch as a teenager in the summers, looking back they’ve provided many stories to tell. I’ve always known when it would be likely to get a good nights rest there and when things were going to be active, and on some nights we would deliberately stay up as late as possible, preferably until sunrise to sleep, because the moment we began to fall asleep, random objects would hop themselves off the shelves, or taps and thuds against the walls or outdoors would shake us out of sleep at the perfect time. It was exhausting, and certainly spooky.
The sensation of having someone staring inches from your face in the dark was intense, and I always hated coming up to Matt’s at night because I would have to enter through a side door that went through a sort of music room or second living room for all of his dad’s fossils – in here it would be pitch black and I would have to feel myself around the giant room full of old objects while sensing something there immediately in front of me at all times. There were times I actually WISHED I would just feel a hand brush against my face or hear something speak to me already, and that it would stop killing me with suspense, because I knew something was there. It was only when we were ready for sleep that it would decide to ruin my night though, usually.
There were a couple friends of Matt’s besides myself, mutual friends that came up regularly as well, one was “Nate” (identity concealed), he was the class clown of sorts, and we had great fun together joking all the time, but he knew the place to be haunted as well. We were into making goofy / fun videos on my 8mm camcorder back then and I remember one night we were reviewing the footage in the dark in Matt’s room, Matt was asleep on the other side of the room snoring quietly and we were on the couch looking at the viewscreen and laughing when Nate turned to look at me and then started panicking, buried his face in his hands and started shouting at me in a muffled voice “DUDE TURN THE LIGHT ON TURN THE LIGHT ON”, I hopped up and flicked the light switch and he told me that he had seen a ghostly white face floating behind my head on the couch (the back of the couch was actually facing the other half of the room and so there was plenty of space for someone to sneak up behind me). That was pretty freaky. We heard Matt snoring the entire time and didn’t hear him get out of bed and sneak behind the couch, we didn’t see anyone else in the room, I told Nate maybe he had a shadow-image of the bright light of the LCD screen on my camcorder in his eyes while turning to look at me in the dark, and this cast something like a face behind my head. Anyone can replicate that kind of anomaly. But he insisted it was a face, hovering behind my head. The only details I could drag out of him was that it didn’t look like a young face, more like an older one, that it was totally white almost like a face would be if the LCD screen had been casting light on it but too light for it to be normal skin, and that he didn’t see hair or any other features just the face.
Nate was pretty distraught, I believed him and was pretty spooked, but we had no choice but to spend the night here, we weren’t old enough to drive and Matt was sound asleep. So we stayed up, played some video games and eventually Nate was asleep and I was awake by myself in the room, all lights off except a lamp light near the closet. Through the corner of my eye the clothes hanging in Matt’s closet began to swivel on their own accord as if in a soft breeze and I knew I wasn’t alone. I sat there awake until the sun rose, hearing things occasionally move about throughout that side of the house, and every so often watching the clothes in the closet move. I didn’t sleep that night, and funnily enough, Nate did – even though he was the one who had seen the face.
We told Matt about all of it and he wasn’t surprised or concerned. Matt was able to sleep through most things and slept in in the mornings, I was much happier in the house during the daylight than at night but even in the morning it was haunted, and I would get up to walk to the other side of the house where the kitchen is only to hear something follow me, or at least to my over active imagination. One morning I spent a good 15 minutes walking back and forth near a staircase that lead up into an attic/secondary fossil room kept by his dad. This staircase was exceptionally spooky, and the attic home to a lot of activity, it was also connected to another room alongside Matt’s bedroom, a room his mom used to use as an amateur barber shop of sorts. To this day Matt really doesn’t like being on this side of the house. In any case, there was a popping sound emanating from the staircase that I couldn’t put my finger on, I couldn’t find where it was coming from. I considered that it could have been an animal in the wall except that it sounded so mechanical or clacky, not like something rustling through insulation or tapping on wood. I’m still not certain what it was or if it was anything out of the ordinary except that I couldn’t explain it and that particular spot of the house was ridiculous.
Matt had another friend, “Phillip” (identity concealed) who actually lived at the house for a couple years, and was given that former barbershop room as a bedroom to sleep in. How he managed that, I’ll never know, although Phillip told me his mom was a spiritual person and practiced wicca and had taught him how to use wards and spells to protect himself and clear the room. I personally believe in other methods and don’t think those worked at all, and they apparently didn’t, as Matt said Phillip would often come and end up sleeping on the couch in Matt’s room because things would get too intense in there. I once attempted to spend a night in Phillips room after he had moved out and it was still a bedroom of sorts. I told Matt I really didn’t like the idea of sleeping by myself in the house but would give it a try and he said it’d be cool, to just relax and come back into the room if it got spooky. I admit it’s pretty silly to go into a situation expecting to be haunted, it weakens the voracity of the case so to speak, but that wasn’t what was happening, we were just being casual about it and I was sure I’d be able to fall asleep as I was really tired.
Five minutes after laying down I knew I wasn’t going to make it. Every time I closed my eyes and started trying to settle, the floorboards would creak as if being walked on, the presence of something would be felt intensely and I just knew whatever was in that room wasn’t going to allow me to spend the night. It was dark, I don’t like to throw about the word “evil” but I didn’t enjoy what was in there. I was being harassed, quite frankly. I got up and left the room and confirmed with Matt the next morning that I had been kicked out so to speak by whatever was in there. He wasn’t surprised, as usual.
If anyone is familiar with the theory of staircases and the space underneath them, it’d be interesting to note that in that former barber room in the corner it had something like a closet without a door, and the inside of that closet happened to be the underside of the staircase. At the top of those staircases, again, was an attic type area or second room, quite large and it held the remainder of his dad’s fossil collection, which was a lot of material. Matt’s grandfather who had passed many years ago still kept a few items up there including his old inventions (through which the patent income funded the ranches beginnings) – it was a very interesting place but absolutely nothing you would go into at night. Just walking by the staircase that lead up to it in the dark was a hellishly tense feeling.
One night me and Matt were in his room playing some games, just the two of us, when we heard sound of a huge man stomping in boots across the ceiling, in the attic directly above us. Matts dad and mom were as usual passed out in the living room, gone, on the other side of the house. We were alone. I looked at him and saw the first look of legitimate shock on his face in the time since I’d known him. We did a nervous laugh and tried watching more of the show when it started again. I wanted to break the tension and for some reason shouted at it to “SHUT THE @($% UP!” My blood ran cold when it responded by pausing for a few seconds and then resuming stomping. There was no more nervous laughter, it wasn’t fun anymore, this was poltergeist. Bold poltergeist. And it was obvious we weren’t going to have an easy nights rest. We didn’t hear anymore stomping that night but as usual things would find there way off the shelves when we began to fall asleep.
As if the stories about that land before the house were built weren’t bad enough, Matt told me that one time he and Nate had awoken there in the middle of the night when they were about 8 years old to find an ambulance in the back yard near the treeline and his parents in the yard. Apparently a man had driven his car off a logging road up in the mountains and careened it all the way down the mountainside until it crashed down by the creek that ran near Matt’s house, all less than 50 yards from where he slept. The man died of course. One night when we were 15 there were a group of us and I suggested walking around in the fields at night, we did, and while I didn’t say anything to anyone I thought I saw someone else walking along the creek.
I’ll never fully wrap my head around Matt’s ranch or the things that supposedly happened there before that house was built. I’ll never know what to believe, really, except for the experiences I had, but the majority of my experiences with ghosts were at Matt’s place, and I will refrain from detailing everytime I heard the faint whisperings or what sounded like speech, or everytime we heard things fall in his room in the dark. It was haunted, enough said.