My Haunted Condo

In keeping with the paranormal theme through the month of October, I am going to tell you about the only property I owned with it’s own little ghost.

It was the spring of 2012, and I had just gone through my divorce and received half of the value of our home. I wanted to invest in a place of my own, and after searching with a realtor from the area, found a townhouse built in the late 70’s. Part of the house had recently been redone, as a kind of “flip” for the previous owner. It had new drywall, paint, and carpeting. I knew the kitchen had to be improved, and I proceeded to buy it and do just that, installing new countertops and tearing down a non-weight-bearing wall. It was looking pretty good. I even had my psychic daughter do a walk through, and she didn’t feel anything bad, so, good for me!

I moved in all of my stuff and set to placing everything just as I wanted. The upstairs had 2 bedrooms and a bath, the basement had a large room, a laundry room, a huge bedroom, and and smaller side bedroom. I remember being in the basement messing with the drywall after the cable had been installed, and distinctly feeling that I was being watched. I shrugged it off as just the quiet enveloping me.

Because of the configuration of the living room upstairs, I placed my favorite chair at an angle, behind which was the door to the basement. It actually felt pretty creepy sitting there. However, I was spending a LOT of time at my boyfriend’s house, and so I was not in the house much, and hardly ever by myself. I don’t think I ever slept alone in the house; he was always with me. Right after I moved in, my best friend and her husband came to visit. I let them use the townhouse and I stayed with my boyfriend. She reported sitting in my chair reading my book, “34”, (about my daughter and paranormal experiences), and was so creeped out she had to go to bed. She kept looking behind her as if someone might be there.

The worst thing was that the laundry room was in the basement, and I had to go downstairs for that. It was just an unsettling feeling. I never experienced anything else. I did think the door to the basement was moving a little by itself, sometimes just a little more closed than I had left it.

Shortly after buying this, I ended up renting it out. My boyfriend wanted me to be at his house, and we figured it would be a good opportunity to make some money. My first renters were three kids in their early 20’s. Two men and one woman who were the best of friends and needing to split the rent to make ends meet. Three people: she used the extra room upstairs, and they used the two bedrooms in the basement. They all had jobs and worked at different times, so were rarely all together.

A couple of weeks after they moved in, I got a call from one of the young men. “Is your house haunted?” he asked. I answered that as far as I knew, it wasn’t. What was going on? They reported being in the basement together watching T.V., and hearing the sound of feet running in the hallway upstairs. They also reported the basement door opening and closing by itself. Hmmmm….I guess maybe it wasn’t my imagination.

The level of activity increased. They found my old ouija board downstairs, and started asking questions. Uh oh….things got worse. They thought it was a little girl. They heard little girl voices sometimes. The guy in the smaller room downstairs had to move into my old bedroom, because he was constantly being awakened at 4 o’clock in the morning – every morning, no matter what time he went to bed. He was becoming sleep deprived and creeped to the max. The woman went so far as to place holy water in her room. The ouija board game magically ended up under the couch upstairs – they had not placed it there.

After about 6 months, it became clear they wanted an out. My daughter and her boyfriend expressed a desire to move in, so I made that happen. My daughter had found ways to shut things out, and he was a non-believer. I do remember the basement door violently slamming right before her as she walked down the hall one day. She also reported not wanting to go down and do laundry, so she kept the door closed.

After finding that she was pregnant with my first grandchild, I decided to sell the townhouse and find a real house to buy that they could rent. I’m really glad I did. The townhouse was bought by an older couple who wanted to use it as a rental. I know someone lives there today, and would love to know if they experienced anything unusual.

If you want to know more about my paranormal journey, please pick up a copy of “34” by Debra Fulton. You can find it here:

Happy haunting, and have a great weekend. Cheers, Deb


β€œHe had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother’s house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring.

But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years.

There would be no spring. (“The October Game”)”
― Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight

Well, it’s that time of year again – time for closing out the “living” part, and time to usher in the “dying” part of nature. Fall; sweet, sweet, fall….ahhh. If you are like me, you love a good ghost story, and so, for the rest of this month I will feature ghostly stories as a prequel to Halloween (probably my favorite semi-holiday). This year will be without trick-or-treaters and hayrides sitting close to each other due to covid, so we will entertain each other in different ways.

As you may know, I wrote a biographical book entitled “34” years ago. This was written under a pen name in order to keep our family life private. It is the true story of my close encounter with the paranormal, as my youngest daughter grew in the knowledge that she was a psychic medium.

For today, I will give a brief backdrop and short excerpt from “34”:

“She had left early from school that day. She described the visitation of the same little blond girl from the car, except this time, she was at school. No senior in high school wants other people to know that she’s freaking out in class because of seeing dead people. Right in the middle of advisory class, she looks up and sees the little blond girl standing not far from her, near the wall of the classroom with a vacuous stare. Only, this time she is full-figure in a short white dress, and covered in blood (seems this kid really has an issue, and she wants someone to acknowledge it). Liz broke out in a sweat, and felt light-headed. After the visage passed, she excused herself to the nurse’s desk and arranged to come home…..You may wonder, and I did too, in what manner these people appear. Most of the time, dressed in the condition in which they live. Some people only showed their faces and upper bodies, with the rest as a sort of blur. And then there were the shadow people, the people who were unidentifiable with just gray shadows that came and went briefly. Most of the time, Liz had no idea who these people were. The ones that gave off a bad vibe she called “creepers” I wanted no part of them.”

If you are interested in reading the book in entirety, please follow this link:

Also available on Audible

Thank you for your indulgence in something spooky, and I look forward to providing more in that genre for the rest of October. Happy Haunting! Cheers, Deb

Scary Monsters

Nosferatu, the Vampire

Do you like to be scared? Are you the first person to stand in line for the next horror flick? I have to tell you that I have always been attracted to the feeling of being scared. Not the kind of scared like, get in an accident scared, but the kind of scared that comes with ghosts, monsters, the occult, and the paranormal.

Get ready kids, because October is here. It’s time to GET SCARED. Let me just remind you that there are plenty of other people out there just like me. Stephen King didn’t become the “master of horror” and best-selling novelist, with movies made from his books, from just a few of us. There are a lot of us.

Here’s where it gets weird. Of all the things in life my boyfriend and I share in our life: similar likes, dislikes, philosophies, and whatnot, he is not a person who likes to be scared. If I want to watch a horror movie, I have to do it on my own (or when his daughter visits). He hates going to see them, he dislikes scary books as well. He did attend a couple ghost tours with me, which I have to thank him for. Side note: a ghost tour in Gettysburg is an absolute MUST. That place is most haunted for sure, and creepy, creepy, creepy.

One psychiatric newsletter online states that there are reasons you are either a “like to be scared” person or a “don’t like to be scared person.”

Here we go, people like me:

  1. Feeling fear is as old of an emotion as man himself. The feeling of fear stimulates your “flight or fight” response, activating hormones that cause bodily changes. Feeling fear creates distraction, and makes us think about nothing else at the time. It brings us into the present moment.
  2. We are social creatures, and emotions are contagious, so when we are in fearful situations with others, it bonds us together.
  3. Finally, when we realize that this is not a true threat, we gain control over it. Feeling in control makes us satisfied, and confident that we can face threatening things and overcome them.

People that don’t like to be scared have some imbalance between the fear and the control. If an experience seems too real, an extreme fear response comes out. If an experience is not triggering the emotional brain – it’s too unreal- then it’s just boring for them.

Some people exhibit extreme fear in some situations and not in others, so they may enjoy something like “Nightmare on Elm Street”, but can’t watch “The Exorcist”, because the notion that demonic spirits could invade your body is just too real for them.

This time of the year is especially fun for people like me who enjoy an occasional trip down paranormal lane. Before Halloween I will blog more about truly terrifying phenomena in my own life. But, for the time being, just remember that not everyone gets a warm, fuzzy feeling from a cold, prickly source. For me personally, it’s the notion that not everything is as cut and dry as it appears to be. There’s a lot of stuff out there we don’t know is there. The human brain probably can’t cope with reality in all its forms. It would be truly mind-blowing.

For now, dig out that pumpkin and orange lights, put a little costume on the family pet, and at least hit the corn maze. Haunted houses? No thanks, the commercial ones are too gorey for me, I’d rather visit a truly haunted one.

Cheers, and happy haunting, Deb

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