North Fork Patch contributor believes her house is haunted — here's her story.
My name is Sandy. My house is haunted. And I'm not crazy.
Our house and outbuildings in Greenport are on the property that was once Burt’s Dairy. The home and surrounding property had been in the Burt family for decades before Edgar Burt died here in 2003.
Shortly after purchasing the house in 2006, my husband was staying alone while we were doing renovations — and late one night, he saw the face of a man staring back at him. The face was hanging there in mid-air and then it vanished. That is just the beginning of our ghost story.
There are spaces on my property that make me uncomfortable to just be in. I’m talking hair-rising-on-the-back-of-my-neck uncomfortable. One is my basement, which is so old that it still has logs holding up the house in a couple of spots and has a partial brick floor. Every time I am down there, I feel like something is watching me.
Our barn still bears the scar of a fire that destroyed much of the farm in the 1960s. Any time I go inside to look for something, I make it a quick trip. There is a cellar in the barn that is poorly lit and there’s heaviness to that room that is stifling. You cannot help feeling an uneasiness in that room.
I have an app for my phone called Ghost Radar that allegedly tracks paranormal activity and will actually record words from the other side. About six months ago it was on and the name “Earl” came across the screen.
About two months ago, I was speaking to a Burt descendant about his grandfather’s house and he told me there were two girls who died young and tragically on this property, and then he talked about his grandfather, Earl. I always associated Edgar Burt with our home and never knew his father's name was Earl.
A few weeks ago my cell phone rang at night. It said it was my husband’s number calling but he was sitting next to me. I thought it was my daughter playing around with the phone, but I answered it and no one was there.
After I hung up, it did it again a few minutes later. When I found his cell phone upstairs, it was in our bedroom, facedown next to the television. The call log on his phone did not register either call. In the middle of that very night I got up and found my daughters’ stuffed animals moved into a very odd formation on my floor — long after the girls were asleep.
Just this Wednesday morning, my husband was painting in our barn. He heard footsteps walking up the stairs and he called down thinking it was either me or his business partner. But when he looked down the steps, no one was there.
There are other random things like our dog barking and playing with thin air, noises, and the occasional feeling that you are being watched. Can I say definitively the house is haunted? No — but I can say living here keeps us on our toes.
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