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Join a New York City native and professional spiritual medium as she shares authentic paranormal encounters from her life and work. From childhood experiences to present-day revelations, these stories aim to normalize the supernatural and encourage listeners to trust their intuition.
Hi, I'm Jennifer, and this is My True
Ghost Stories, where I share stories
of my supernatural adventures as a
spiritual medium, helping trapped
spirits to cross over and more.
Let's get started.
Speaker 9: Welcome to episode
11 of My True Ghost Stories.
Today you'll hear a story of a psychic
connection between me and a house.
And let's begin.
Speaker: The name of this
story is Abandoned House.
This
Story takes place when
I was a kid in the 70s.
There was a certain
nostalgia about this time in history.
A lot of talk about how kids weren't
so sheltered back then and they were
left to themselves to run around
and have adventures all day without
parental interference and we were all
supposedly better off for it and we
learned to be independent and this
was true When you played on your own
block and your mom and other people's
moms watched you, but after a certain
age we often left the block and that's
where we did all the dangerous things.
I would say that we definitely learned
independence and gained serious street
smarts, but we also did extremely
risky things like go on people's roofs,
cross busy streets, not at the green,
handle dead animals, talk to strangers.
set things on fire, have seances with
fire, trespass on angry neighbor's
property, ring angry neighbor's
doorbells and run, and so on and so on.
And while all of these things
seem to set off fond memories of
the good old days for many, I'm
just grateful to have survived it.
I'm not going to list the
unpleasant at best and sometimes
traumatizing consequences of some
of these free range activities.
Among my personal tales.
Of running around town unattended
is the story of the abandoned house,
which was up the street from the
local park in the same town, but
many, many blocks away from my home.
This had obviously once
been a lovely house.
It was large, architecturally
beautiful, had a front yard
and a backyard and many rooms.
And the reason I know it had
many rooms is because my friend
Rosemary and I used to go in there.
The first time we ventured up the pathway
to the entrance of the house with the
intention of peeking in the window, we
noticed that the front door was ajar.
Upon opening the door, and yes,
it opened with a long, scary movie
style creek We saw an entryway that
opened up into a large room with bay
windows that let in lots of sunlight.
And that room was probably
once a living room.
The house seemed to have been
abandoned for some time because
white paint was peeling off the walls
and ceiling, revealing other paint
colors underneath, and there were
scary movie style cobwebs everywhere.
But there was something warm, motherly,
and inviting about this sunny place.
There was life here.
I could feel the energy of families
that probably lived here once.
And the room still told
you what they were for.
Like the living room, the dining room.
And I felt strangely welcomed as if we
were visiting someone who was lonely.
So we explored the rest of the house,
going into all the downstairs rooms,
kitchen, bathrooms, dining room.
And then we headed upstairs to see
the hallways, bedrooms, and even
the attic, where we just peaked
because that was too spooky.
Even though the rest of this
self guided house tour was
fun and not scaring us at all.
And I I felt a sense of duty to
visit this lonely house again.
So we went back all the time.
Do you want to go to the house?
We would ask each other and then head
over there, walk up to the front door,
look around to make sure nobody was
watching, and then go in to play.
And we would literally play house.
What do you want for dinner?
Rosemary would yell from the kitchen.
Oh, you can cook anything.
I'm just going to sit here in
the living room and read a book.
I would respond.
And we would also go upstairs for bedtime,
where we had chosen our own bedrooms.
Good night.
See you in the morning.
We would yell down the hallway.
And one of the reasons that we
weren't scared was because this was
all during the day with plenty of
light streaming in the windows and
you could hear the traffic outside.
we never would have been able to go
in at night anyway because every kid's
schedule back then was that once the
street lights came on you had to be home.
So we would always leave the abandoned
house at dusk when the street lights
began to flicker on which would
give us enough time to run home.
And thank God we never went in at night.
Because.
One day, Rosemary and I were in the house,
playing our usual make dinner, eat dinner,
go to bed game, and we headed upstairs.
And one of our bedrooms had fresh
graffiti all over the walls that
wasn't there the day before.
And some of it was names, and most of it
was, I will call, not very nice things.
So we were not the only people
that hung out in that house.
We have to get out of here, said Rosemary,
and she was a little older than me.
Why?
I asked.
It's tough kids, she said.
I understood.
I saw how scared she was.
We ran down the stairs
and out the front door.
And never went back.
Speaker 4: That, what I just told
you, was the scary part of the
story, not the supernatural part.
That's coming up.
Now, as far as being scary, I suppose
it's possible that it was not tough
kids, but something like a gang of
friendly Girl Scouts that spray painted
all of that violent imagery onto the
walls at night, but probably not.
This was truly scary.
Speaker 2: As I said, Rosemary and
I never went back to that house.
But my connection to that place remained,
and the supernatural part of the story
takes place several years after my
last visit to the house by the park.
And here it is.
My grandparents had a lake house
in Michigan, and me and my brothers
used to spend a good part of our
summer there every year as kids.
So after an exciting ride on an
airplane, as the days passed, we would
slowly settle into clean air, swimming
in sparkling blue water, quiet days
and nights with no traffic sounds.
We would feed the ducks, catch minnows,
row the rowboat, and just relax.
And I don't know about my brothers,
but I would sleep really well.
And in Michigan, during this
vacation, one night, I had a dream.
In the dream, I was standing
in the middle of the living
room of the house by the park.
The room with the bay windows out
to the street that would let all the
light in, where I used to sit and read
invisible books while Rosemary would
cook invisible dinners in the kitchen.
And I was standing in the middle
of the living room and feeling that
friendly embrace from the house, and
as I looked around in this dream,
the walls were melting.
And that was the whole dream.
When I was staying with my grandparents
for the summer, we would have a
weekly phone call back home to my
mom, where we would tell her all
about our days and if grandpa caught
any fish, and she would fill us in
on what may have happened back home.
That weekly phone call was scheduled
for the next day, the day after I had
the dream about the melting walls.
Let's call your mom, my grandmother said.
And we took turns getting on
the phone, and when it was my
turn, I told my mom a few things.
And when it came time for her to
tell me about happenings at home,
she said, Oh, you know the old
abandoned house down by the park?
I answered, Yes, I do, not revealing
how well I knew that house.
And she continued, It
burned down last night.
Thus, The Melting Walls.
I don't think I told her about my dream.
I remember thinking about it and
making the connection and feeling sad
because something bad had happened
to this friend of mine, this empty
house, even though I hadn't visited
that friend in several years.
And I realized even as a kid.
that that dream was a goodbye.
I did not dwell on it.
I didn't have any emotional
references at that time for this loss.
So I just felt sad for a moment.
Did not tell my mother that I used
to hang out in that abandoned house.
And I just moved on with
summer fun activities.
And I think that house
considered me a friend too.
I personally do believe that houses
have a soul and maybe all objects have a
spirit like some ancient belief systems.
I remember as a kid when my family would
go on vacation and our home would be empty
for a week or two, I remember that I would
worry that the house would be lonely.
I wanted someone to visit the house,
sit on the couch, walk around,
use the rooms, keep her company.
And that's what I believe me and
Rosemary did for the house by the park.
We brought life and movement into it.
Used the rooms, walked around, and
I think that made the house happy
and she formed a connection with me.
I don't know about a connection with
Rosemary, and probably not with the
vandals who spray painted the walls.
But I think because of our connection,
that house reached out to me to let
me know that she was passing on.
I remember seeing a documentary
called Breathing Lights where they
went to all these abandoned houses
and put in an art installation
that would light up the windows.
And the effect was that they were sort
of bringing these houses back to life.
And they talked about how people had
lived there, cooked there, used all
the rooms, brought energy there, and
that an abandoned house is a sad thing.
And this documentary made me cry.
And they showed the insides of
these houses, and it reminded
me of my old friend by the park.
And I put a link about this
installation in the show notes.
They eventually built a new house
on that lot, which is very nice and
new looking, and in my opinion, does
not have the charm of the original.
And they obviously haven't been
inside to experience the energy,
but I'm sure energy is there and
new life has come to that new space.
Speaker 3: And I believe that this
house was an energetic being with
a spirit that connected with me.
And I believe that the soul of the
Empty House by the Park is now at peace.
Speaker 6: Let me know if you
have any stories of feeling
spiritually connected to a home.
Now these days, I don't sneak
into old abandoned houses anymore.
Now people ask me to go into spaces where
weird stuff is happening, energy is bad,
and I'm often asked if I'm scared to go
into these potentially spooky situations.
Dark.
Basements, musty attics,
abandoned storage rooms.
And the answer is no, I'm not scared.
I used to be scared all the time.
And although I would often help
when asked, I would hesitate to get
involved in these clearing situations,
even though I knew I could help.
I could talk to the ghost.
I could clear the energy, but I didn't
want to do it because I felt it was risky.
I was afraid of a ghost not crossing
over, but instead following me home.
I was afraid of negative
energy sticking to me.
I had heard these stories of this
happening to other people, plus
what happens in scary movies,
even ridiculous scary movies,
where the gates of hell wind up opening
up in someone's backyard because of a
seance gone wrong, or something like that.
So I didn't want to risk it.
I was pretty timid.
But the universe was calling me to do
this work, full time, not as a hobby,
to help trap spirits, deliver messages
to the living, and clear energy.
And I felt a responsibility to do so.
So I had to find a way.
I had to find some way to protect myself.
I knew that other people did this,
help trap spirits, clear negative
energy, and also lived normal lives.
They went home, they
cooked dinner, watched TV.
So there obviously had to be a way.
So I got serious and I set out to find
my self protection so I could do the
job to which I was being assigned.
And I had to find something
that worked for me.
Different religions and spiritual
practices all have their methods of
protection, and they probably all work.
But I had to find mine.
I have many religions in my life
because of my family life and
various neighborhoods I have lived
in and neighbors I've lived next
to as a child and as an adult.
So I'm blessed to have access to and
knowledge of lots of spiritual tools.
I decided to talk to
Johnny at the botanica.
That's the message I was getting.
And this is the same botanica
I mentioned in episode 9.
Johnny gives amazing readings and also
practical spiritual and business advice.
Speaker 7: I went there, I told
him what I wanted to do, go clear
these haunted houses for a living.
I hoped for his blessing, which I
got, and I got some suggestions.
Speaker 6: He recommended many things,
and these are some of the ones that I use.
When I go to these spaces
where I'm going to work,
Speaker 8: I light a white candle and
leave it in the entryway while I work.
Speaker 6: I wear these
particular protective beads.
I openly ask certain deities for
protection before entering the space.
That house, dark basement, or musty attic.
I take a spiritual bath afterwards.
And that's made up of a combination
of herbs and oils, and the bath
has a ritual that goes with it.
Johnny also encouraged me to use the
tools of the religions of my childhood.
There's lots of good protection out there.
And it's all very practical.
It's like washing your hands.
Like washing your hands before
you eat, and washing your
hands after riding the subway.
You know, plain old protection.
To me, this was a huge hurdle to get
over, that fear of being haunted and
ruining my life like those people in
the movies that do the seance wrong.
And they do the seance wrong in like
the first 15 minutes of the movie and
the rest is just one horrific jump
scare after the next and usually like
only one person lives through it.
Now that is not real life.
But those movies I watched as a teen
certainly made an impression on me.
Speaker 8: Using the protective
measures recommended to me by Johnny.
Speaker 6: and other tools for
my belief system, it gave me the
courage to go ahead and do this work.
I find that when I set these
tools up, I get better results.
I feel less fear, I can really focus,
the job is more efficient because there
is a boundary between me and the spirit
or the energy and I can do the work.
And sometimes the
spirits do spooky things.
Like move stuff around, rattle the
doors, stomp on the ceiling above me.
And while I do acknowledge
that it's spooky.
I'm brave enough because of my
protection to go ahead and do my job.
And lots of good things come from it.
There are many, many methods of
spiritual protection out there.
And as I said, they probably
all work, especially if you
choose them for yourself.
So if you have a special
spiritual necklace, incense,
statue, medallion, prayer card,
anything like that, I encourage
you to wear it, carry it, use it.
We all need protection so we can
do our jobs, whatever they may be.
Let me know in the comments
or send me an email about any
spiritual protection you might use.
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Thank you for listening to today's
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is haunted, want energy cleared
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