By: N. Zimmer
One time when I was about 14 years old I was babysitting for a police officer and his wife. The
police officer was on duty that night and I can't really remember where the wife was going, but
nonetheless, they hired me to babysit. I had never been to their house before and I remember when
I got there how creepy this house seemed. It was an old house down in Walled Lake Michigan and
I can remember that the house did not have modern heat ducts, instead there were registers in the
floor in the upstairs that you could peer through clear to the downstairs living area. I don't
remember too much about the incident other than hearing some footsteps upstairs and other noises
after I had put the couple's children to bed. I could hear the noises very well through the heat
registers and I remember it looked as though somebody had walked right over one of them above me.
I remember going upstairs to check to see what they were up to, only to find them sound asleep.
I also remember trying to wake them and it was obvious that they were fast asleep, and besides,
they were very small children, like 3 and 4 years old, certainly not old enough to pull off any
kind of prank very well. And so I went back downstairs, alittle concerned since the house was
dark and creepy to begin with and I had heard these strange un-explained noises, but after going
back downstairs and the noises started again, I immediately called dispatch, got the police
officer on the phone and demanded that he come home and take me home immediately as I would not
stay any longer. I never babysitted for them again....and I do remember the police officer
trying to convince me all the way home that it was just my imagination because the house was
old, etc...in either case, I never went back and told the police officer nicely to find another
babysitter.
Another incident happened when I was in high school, shortly before graduation. I use to babysit
my little sister after school for a couple hours before my stepmother got home. One afternoon I
was babysitting her and watching tv, she was very young at the time, about 4 years old. This was
the time of day that she usually took a nap and she fell asleep on the couch next to me like
usual. While watching television that afternoon (and I wasn't watching anything scarey, I think
I may have been watching either Oprah or a soap opera) I destinctly heard the sliding glass door
in the finished basement open and close. You know the sound of sliding glass doors, the sound is
very distinct. I didn't think anything of it, my father and stepmother usually came and went
through that door since the finished basement is actually on the ground level and the living
quarters of this beautiful log home is actually on the second floor...this was a common and most
used entrance into the house. My father worked out of town during the week and was only home on
the weekends. Anyway, like I said, I didn't think anything of it, I thought my step mother was
home and expected her to come walking up the stairs at any moment like she usually did when she
came home. I also remember thinking, "boy she's home early today...." I just kept watching
television....after about 10 minutes I noticed that she had not come up the stairs so I went
to the stairs and called down to her but got no response...I thought to myself, "that's weird,
I know I heard the door..." then I heard what sounded like somebody downstairs so I called again....and again, nothing. So I peered out the kitchen window and looked down into the driveway and her car was not there.....I got scared at that point. I thought to myself, "Oh no, not again!" (remembering other incidents while babysitting) and I ran to the telephone to try to call her at work....the phone was dead! I absolutely freaked out at this point, I grabbed my little sister, who was still fast asleep, threw her litle winter coat on her (it was the middle of winter time), grabbed the biggest butcher knife I could find and ran out the front door, down the deck steps and into my Dad's old pickup truck in the driveway. I locked the doors and just sat there in total terror...I didn't know what to do...there was no doubt in my mind that somebody was in the house and I stared at that house for what seemed like forever until my step mother got home. Ofcorse she couldn't understand why I was so hysterical...and what on earth I was doing outside in the pickup truck in the middle of dead winter with a butcher
knife of all things.....anyway, she checked the sliding glass door to the basement, it was
locked, there seemed to be nobody in the house and if it were a real person in the house, there
is no way they could have escaped un-seen by me as I sat in the old pickup truck.....i remember
how scared I was...the house is in the woods and back then there wasn't another house closer
than about 80 acres away..... By the way, the first thing my step mother did when she got home
and investigated my claim was to check the telephone, which was working fine.... Oh well, I know
she thought I had absolutely lost my rocker that afternoon but I know better. She still laughs
and teases me about it whenever it is brought up now. My little sister, who is now 20 years old,
doesn't remember a thing...
At this same home during the same time in my life, shortly before high school graduation, I
experienced the strangest things each night in my bedroom after everybody went to sleep... these
strange things occurred for at least several weeks. I would fall asleep but awaken around 1 -2
am in the morning because my bed would be shaking..... now I just want to clarify that this log
home is not old or anything...it was only about 10 years old at the time and very very beautiful.
I had a beautiful bedroom with pretty pink carpeting..there was nothing creepy or scarey about
this house, nor the woods that it was situated in..HOWEVER, every night like clockwork for
several weeks I would awaken to feel my bed shaking uncontrollably and I would throw the covers
over my head and just shake in total fear, then it would stop, I would fall back asleep and by
morning I would think it was just a dream.....except after awhile I started realizing that it was
no dream, it was really happening and I can remember one night yelling, "stop it! go away!" and
that was the end of it, it never happened again... and after what happened in the earlier story
I just told, I never spoke to my parents about it, the only person in the world that I told was
my boyfriend, who also happens to be my husband of 14 years.......he is convinced that I am
sensitive to spiritual things.
As I said in my last letter, because of the experiences I have had in my life, like those told
about above and the actual ghost I saw that I spoke about in an earlier email, I am so very
much interested in ghost hunting...my husband would have no part of it so when it comes to this
stuff, I'm on my own...but I just don't know where to start.....I guess there is a part of me
that wants to do this so that I don't feel like I'm crazy and also because of so many un-answered
bibical questions that I have that somehow I feel like if I do this I might feel more resolved
in my beliefs... on the other hand it could prove to be even more confusing,, who knows. If you
have any suggestions about how to go about doing this secretly (I can't let anyone in the
community I live in know what I am up to...I am a business owner and local policitian and I
don't need people thinking I'm nuts) i would appreciate any advice you could give me... Thanks so
much.
A Haunted Life
By: shaan@telstra.easymail.com.au
Hi, I just got on to your web sight and am fascinated at its content. I
am also happy to hear that I am not the only one who has lived their
lives amongst spirits. My mother used to be heavily into clairvoyancy
and such things so there were always 'visitors' in the house, which
usually attatched themselves to me. I would love to compare stories with
you and see whether we have shared experiences. One of the first
episodes with me included a poltergeist that I picked up from a stay at
my fathers house ( he has a history with communicating the dead, and bad
things are always at his house). I was only young so I can't remember
much and my mother is reluctant to bring these things up, but I remember
one incident that occured. One night she woke to weird noises coming
from my room, and walked in to find an invisible force sucking me
through my flyscreen window. She grabbed me and there was a tug of war
for some time, but eventually she managed to set me free and drag me
into her room. All I remember is waking up to her dragging me through
the hall, then passing out. This is just minor compared to other things
which I have experienced, even now, despite the fact that I am 18. So
please write back to me if you wish to compare notes.
AN EARTH SPIRIT?
By: <goodnomore@yahoo.com>
While this doesn't pertain to an actual ghost, it
is
something that we thought you might find
interesting,
at the very least. In 1995, we lived in a rural
area
outside Gaston, Indiana. The home we lived in was
over 200 years old, and while there were events that
took place inside that home, this concerns something
we saw outside. It was witnessed by myself, my
husband, and our 3 children.
The home we lived in was at the front of an almost
200-acre plot of land. This land was heavily wooded
in parts, with fields on each side and back of the
home. The land itself was sold to a man that owned
and operated his own earth-construction business.
To
put it simply, this man was not a nice person. He
was
well known for destroying wooded areas, just to make
room for more fields. No thought for trying to
salvage anything in nature... he just ripped and
destroyed.
One mid-afternoon, the new owner of the property
showed up with a bulldozer, and just began shoving
down trees that separated our property from the
outlying fields... huge trees, hundreds of years
old,
and he toppled them with no thought or conscience.
My
children were devastated... they have been taught to
respect nature, and that you use only what is
necessary for survival. I tried very hard to keep
hem indoors, but they were compelled to witness
first-hand what they considered to be murder...
murder
of trees, and destruction of hundreds of animals
that
used the groundcover for their burrows and nests.
This destruction had been in process approximately 3
hours when my husband came running into our home -
ashen-faced, and obviously scared out of his wits.
He
insisted that he could see 'something' outside in
the
sky, and that I had to come look. (Without going
into
details, I would like to tell you that my now
ex-husband had a very strong sense for the dramatic,
so I took his 'sighting' with a somewhat skeptical
view.) He took me by the hand, and literally
dragged
me out the back door of our home - where I saw our 3
children, standing frozen in their tracks, staring
at
this 'thing' that was in the sky.
It was a typical June afternoon in Indiana - clear
blue sky, with a few wispy clouds to the north. In
the middle of these clouds was a face. The face had
very feline features... ears, eyes, nose, and mouth.
But the actual outline of the face looked human.
And
its mouth was downturned into a very sad mournful
rown. It appeared to hover over the area where the
bulldozer was still being used.
At first, I tried to downplay it as a mass of
clouds
that somehow just appeared to be making a face...
but
as we stood and looked, the features became clearer.
So clear that you could see the pupils of its eyes,
and the hair sticking out of its feline ears. And
within minutes, it became evident it wasn't just a
mass of clouds, because the clouds around it were
moving, just as they should... but it held its
position.
We stood for over two hours, just watching this
face
in the sky. And the longer we watched, and the
longer
the destruction of the bulldozer went on, the sadder
the face grew. My oldest daughter still swears to
this day she saw tears forming in its eyes as the
trees were being toppled. We watched the face until
it grew dusky outside... it was still there. As
darkness came, we could no longer see it, but we
were
all filled with a great sense of sadness at what we
had seen that afternoon and evening. We went
inside,
and heard that bulldozer continue to run, very late
into the night. As soon as we woke up the next
morning, we went outside, but the face was gone.
You may also find it interesting to know that
within
a month after this happened, the man who
deliberately
destroyed this living land lost his life... he was
taken by a massive heart attack while on that very
same bulldozer.
Ghetto in the Meadow
By: MongoSmo@webtv.net
Eleven years ago, I moved into an old little walkout rambler that
sits on my father-in-laws business property in the country. We call it
Ghetto in the Meadow. Don't get me wrong, its OK, but tiny and at that
time needed some repairs that have sinse been done. It had at one time
been moved to the country by the man that had lived for many years in
the house until he died in the hospital. His name was Myron. I had to
move my king sized waterbed in the unfinished basement because thats the
only place that was big enough for the bed. My boyfriend, refused to
sleep downstairs because when we were downstairs we could hear footsteps
above us going back and forth. One night, we fell asleep on the floor
watching TV on the main floor. Sometime in the night, my boyfriend moved
to the couch and left me on the floor. It was about 5am that I woke up
stiff. We were talking and heard a noise like someone walking upstairs.
Then we heard a blurp, blurp noise in the bathroom. I jokingly told my
boyfriend that it was Myron and he had to go to the bathroom. Just after
I said it, the water in the bathroom sink came on!! He wanted me to stay
in the living room and he would check it out. No Way! I was right behind
him and watched as he had to turn the handle to shut the water off.
After that, we had many things happen- lights and the TV would turn on
and off, a broom in the basement would get knocked over,and I smelled
pipe smoke in the livingroom once and perfume in the kitchen several
times. Our beagle would stare up at the ceiling as if watching something
by where you get up to the attic. Many times, my boyfriend would get
his gun out and go looking around the house because we would hear
strange things. We got a double waterbed that would fit in one of the
two small bedrooms. After that, we would hear a lot of noise in the
basement by a workbench. We lived in the house for 5 years. My Mom
couldn't believe that we would stay there, but it was pretty much
harmless stuff and it wasn't like it was happening every night. Just
when we'd start feeling like maybe we imagined what had happened,
something else would go on. Before we moved, I had tried to get my
husband to come to bed instead of sleeping on the couch. I got his usual
reply of "in a minute", which meant he wouldn't be moving. I went into
the bedroom and it felt really cold. So much so that I went and checked
the thermostat in case it got turned down. I had just gotten comfortable
and heard my husband yell out my name. He said he heard little feet
scurrying from the kitchen to the livingroom really fast and go behind
the couch (the couch was only inches away from the wall) and something
slapped him on the back of the head! He didn't go back to sleep that
whole night. Maybe something was telling him that he should be in bed
with me. I found it funny, but he didn't find the humor in it. We had a
baby and moved into our new house. I heard balls inside one of her blow
up toys `move and went to check on it so it wouldn't wake her up. I
thought the toy was by the register and the air conditioning was on, but
it wasn't even close by. Twice it happened. One afternoon, I laid down
for a nap and remember seeing a very good looking man come to my bedroom
door and talk to me. At first, I was afraid, but when I saw his face I
wasn't. I couldn't remember what he talked to me about, but asked if he
could see our baby before he left. He turned around and looked in the
other bedroom for a minute and turned back around and said my name and
told me how beautiful she was and that she'd be waking up. In that
instant, she was crying, he was gone and I was awake. Do you think it
was a dream? Or who was it? Myron, from Ghetto in the Meadow or my
husband's brother that died? After that, nothing usual has happened at
our house. My brother-in-law moved to Ghetto in the Meadow and said that
at first the lights would go on and heard noises, but nothing has
happened there in years.
Indian Ghost
By:dawnwest1@yahoo.com
My husband and I had built a new home on ancient indian grounds. We
know this because of all the shards from arrowheads that were found on
the property. I was home one day and watching TV when I saw an Indian
brave with full head regalia walk into the den and stand in front of the
television. I was rather amazed but did not feel this entity was
malevolent. He stood there for about 3 minutes looking at me then
turned and walked away, fading in the process. We lived there for a few
more years but he never reappeared. I guess that's when I truly started
believing in ghosts.
My Hauntings
By: CaFossey@aol.com
This is my exsperience with a haunted house. Me and my family moved into this
big house about 15 years ago, I had two small daughters, and my husband at
the time, The first night there, I was alone and had just put my kids to
sleep upstairs,and was just laying down myself, when i heard someone in the kitchen, it
sounded like they wrer going through the drawers frantically looking for something!
Well i was terrified, as i knew that my husband wasnt there. I went down stairs to see
what or who was there and nothing was out of place. Thats when other things
started to occur. My youngest daughter woulnt go upstairs by herself, she always
told me that there was a man up there. I didnt understand until later, as we settled
in things got worse for me.
I would be watching tv the volume would go up and down, ashtrays on the
table would move, the drapes would sway, when the windows werent open.
I was bathing one time in the downstairs bathroom, and felt something
touch my shoulder! It felt very cold. I had things of mine taken, and have never
gotten back. One night i was just dozing off, and i felt the covers being pulled off
of me, this really scared me, but i tryed not to think about it the next day. I was
cleaning the stairs, and a very deep voice said hey you, right beside me.
The hair stood up on my neck, that night at 2am someone came running up the stairs, stopping at the
top, ofcourse i saw nothing there.
My husband told me that he awoke one night and there was a very tall man
standing in a corner of our room, dressed in black just watching us.
The next day my oldest daughter told me that a woman who was dressed like a
nurse carrying a tray, came out of her closet walking towards her, she had a
nametag, but it wasnt readable, it scared her pretty bad.
One morning i was down in the basement doing laundry, and i hated to go
down there!! when i got this terrible feeling, i tryed to ignore it, but it
got worse the hairs on my neck where tingling. I knew that something was
coming up behind me, but i couldnt move, then it was like someone stomped on
the cement floor, it was so wierd because the floor vibrated!! I was so
scared that i threw my laundry and ran up the stairs!
I would also go to bed with jewery on and wake up and it would be off and i
would find it somewhere in the house. One morning i woke up to find a
straight razor in my bed down by my feet!!! I think that did it for me i wanted to move out.
And the kids bedroom window would never stay shut, we tryed everything to
keep it shut but i would go upstairs and it would be opened.
My mother babysat for me one evening, and when i got home, she was white
as a ghost! and told me that she would never watch my kids here again!
We also had a dog that we kept tied in a corner of the yard , right by
the area of the basement that scared me the most, and i saw him digging and
didnt think anything of it until i returned and saw that he had dug a hole
waist deep!, and was still trying to dig. his paws where bleeding and he was
foaming at the mouth, i had to pull him out of there, it was horrible.
he finally moved out, and for a long time my daughter was afraid that the
man was going to follow us.
I looked up the history of the house and found out that it was built in the
18 hundreds that was all that i could find out.
The house is still there, i drive by it sometimes and wonder if the people
who live there now have any problems.
Family Ghost History
By: MEL897@webtv.net
There's a lot of ghost stories in my family, so I'll just tell you a
few. My grandfather passed away before I was born. He used to wait for
my aunt, sitting in his rocking chair, every day to get out of school.
Well, one day after he died my aunt said that she came home from school
to find her babysitter with her jaw hanging open & wide eyed staring at
the rocker. It was rocking by itself and their dog was sittig in front
of it, begging. Suddenly, the rocker stopped moving and the dog started
walking slowly to the back door.(Which was deadbolted locked) The door
unlocked in front of everyone and swung open. So did the screen door.
Normally if the back door was open the dog would run out. He didn't.
Then both doors shut again but they didn't lock. Another story is
told by my mother & my aunts on my father's side. They were all playing
Trivial Pursuit when a question came up about one of the wars that my
grandfather fought in. Meanwhile, there was a pot of spaghetti sitting
on the stove. My aunt Patti said a smart comment about my grandfather &
the war, just joking around. Well, the pot of spaghetti flew across the
room and landed right next to my aunt Patti's feet! It dumped everywhere
& just missed her!!! I think he was just telling her that her joke
wasn't funny. My personal experiances are different. One for
instance was when my grandmother died in 1990. Two weeks later me and my
cousin slept at my grandmothers house(my aunts & father lived there.
Well, about 8:00pm we both went into the living room to watch TV and my
grandma's rocker was rocking by itself!!! That I saw withmy own 2 eyes!
Another incident was at my cousin Sandy's house. My cousin Brandy & I
were babysitting. She was on the phone with her boyfriend when the
kitchen lightswitch started turning on and off by itself! It was going
up and down like someone was turning it on and off. OK, last
story...the story to my cousin Sandy's house is even weirder! A man had
hung himself in attic a couple of years before she moved in. My cousin
was a dancer so she used to exercise a lot to stay in shape. Anyways,
she told me a few stories about when she was exercising and she would
get tapped on the shoulder. Or once she heard someone calling out her
newborn sons name & no one was in the house. She heard knocks on the
front door, the attic door would open and shut continuesly. Her
brother-in-law was there on a few incidences. Who ever he was, he wasn't
good. He was definantly there to scare, so she moved out within 6
months. I have a few more that I can think of, but I think that this is
already too long!!! I don't know if there's a reason for so many
"hauntings" in my family or not, but I wish that it would stop! You
never know what would happen if someone ever really got one these
spirits angry! Thanks for reading my "family history" I hope you enjoyed
it, I don't!
STRANGE?
By: KIMMY28394@aol.com
I BOUGHT MY HOUSE 6 YRS AGO, IT IS ABOUT 20 YRS OLD, WHEN I FIRST MOVED IN
NOTHING ABNORMAL HAPPENED. AFTER A COUPLE OF YEARS I STARTED HEARING
MUFFELED
VOICES,IT SOUNDED LIKE A COVERSATION BETWEEN A MAN AND WOMAN, I COULD NEVER
DECEIFER WHAT THEY WERE SAYING NOR DID IT HAPPEN ALL THE TIME, WHEN IT DID
HAPPEN IT WAS ONLY AT NIGHT WHEN THE HOUSE WAS QUIET. ONE NIGHT I WENT TO
BED AND I HEARD A LOUD CRASH IN THE LIVING ROOM, MY DOG STARTED FREAKING OUT
I RAN TO THE LR TO FIND NOTHING BUT MY DOG STANDING IN THE MIDDLE, BARKING
WITH HER HAIR ALL UP, THAT WAS ABOUT 2 YRS AGO, ALL HAS BEEN QUIET SINCE
THEN
EXCEPT AN OCCASIONAL VOICE AT NIGHT UNTIL THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS, MY AC IN
THE BEDROOM CHANGED SETTINGS WITHOUT ANY ASSISTANCE FROM MYSELF, I WENT INTO
THE BATHROOM THE OTHER DAY TO FIND A HAT THAT WAS HANGING ACROSS THE ROOM A
FEW MINUTES PRIOR UPSIDE DOWN IN MY TOLIET, I HAVE A ROOMMATE THAT MOVED IN
ABOUT 7 MONTHS AGO WHOS MOTER DIED YOUNG AFTER A LONG FIGHT WITH CANCER,
THINK THERE COULD BE A CONNECTION?
The Black Figure
By: smatthew@telusplanet.net
I had my first "real" ghost experience twenty years ago and have not
forgotten it to this day. I had only just moved out on my own and was
in the habit of stopping by my parents home to visit. It was early
December and a cold, bright day. I sat with my mother in the kitchen
and while she was making a pot of tea a got up and went into the bedroom
to brush my hair. A large mirror hung on the door and a staircase was
directly to my right. If you looked up the stairs you could see the
hall above and there are windows at both ends of the hall. The sun was
shining brightly down the hall. As I brushed my hair I felt quite a
cold chill up my spine and had the distinct impression that I was being
watched although only my mother and I were in the house. The hairs on
the back of my neck actually stood on end and I involuntarily turned to
look up the staircase. In the split second it took to turn my head I
saw what appeared to be a large figure of a man dressed in a black suit
moving away from the hall and out of my line of vision. I was virtually
rooted to the spot, could not speak or move for several seconds even
though every instinct told me to run. It did finally register on me
that I had actually been able to see through the figure and that the
figure had no feet, hands or head. I certainly wasn't expecting an
experience like that on a normal, bright, sunny winter afternoon. I did
not know whether to say anything to my mother or not as I assumed she
would think I was just overtired or totally nuts. When I went back into
the kitchen I sat down and we were having tea and I finally blurted out
"Do you believe in ghosts, mom?" Her response was most unexpected. She
said "You've seen it too!" We got to talking and she told me that for
several months she had seen the same figure passing doorways and never
said a word to anyone, especially my father who is a most practical man.
Her relief was so apparent when she realized she had not just been
imaging things. For several weeks after my initial encounter you could
actually sense something amiss in the house and then just as suddenly it
was gone. We never did find out what had brought this on as my Father
had built the house shortly after the war and we were the only people
ever to live there. No one had ever died there. When I look back on
life there as a child some incidents do stand out in my mind that were
not exactly normal although at that time people did not really discuss
the paranormal as freely as they do today. I recall an evening when my
parents and I had gone out for the evening and my older sister had
stayed home alone. When we arrived home at approximately 9:00 p.m. we
found my sister standing by the kitchen sink with tears streaming down
her face. She was about 15 years old at the time. She was almost
hysterical when we arrived. Apparently she was doing the dishes and got
the most intense feeling that someone was standing behind her and was
incredibly afraid to turn around. She had stood literally paralyzed
with fear for over an hour. I recall as a child having horrible
nightmares always about the staircase and thinking some awful creature
would come down the stair to get me. I have no idea why. Years have
since gone by since that frightening winter afternoon. My parents
divorced and my father stayed on in the house. My mother and I had
never mentioned the original incident to dad but on a visit to see him
one day I noticed he had actually boarded up the staircase leading to
the upstairs. When I asked him why he said it was to conserve energy as
he was alone in the house and never had the need to go upstairs. I
wonder.....
Up in the Loft...
By: coz316@ev1.net
I am so glad that I found this site. I moved to my current apartment
in late January of this year. In the beginning of March I began hearing
strange things, but had always dismissed them as something logical. A
few days ago a friend had, also heard what I had. For a brief moment I
was thinking that I should seek mental help. I could feel something at
certains spots. I knew it was looking at me. I know that it is
masculine. He stays in my loft most of the time, but I have been
awakened by shaking. I thought it was my sister coming in late one
night. I saw four linked circles in my bathroom doorway. They were
rainbow colors, primary. They stayed there for about two to three
minutes. I had also felt as if I were being spat upon, when I was on my
computer. A couple of weeks ago I had heard a woman screaming. I
thought it was coming from my neighbor's apartment, until my friend
heard the same just a few nights ago. Also, it seems a fly or mosquito
is buzzing in my ear. My sister's friend had heard the same. It is
rather active when a particuliar male friend comes by. We have seen
shadows across the walls, too. When I prompt it to make a sound, it
doesn't. Almost as if it's insulted. I went to an intuitive reader
that I know and she suggested having my apartment 'smudged'. I am
frightened of it from dark to dusk, but if it means no harm and is just
having a little fun, I don't mind. It is especially active in the early
morning hours. I want to know why it is here. No one has dies here. I
talk to it aloud, so that it feels comfortable with me. I have had more
nightmares since moving here than I have had all my life. I would like
to know of someone who has experience in this situation that may lend
help. I want to know if I can help him in anyway. He seems annoyed
when I I use the 'psychic circle' board. He answers yes or no questions
and has spelled out scary things, but gets annoyed and makes the oracle
go in circles, fast. Please, give me names of persons that can help me
figure out who and why he is here. I do not feel he was here when I
first moved in. I would also like to know what the rings represent.
Thank you so much.