Black Johnson's House

I lived in this house from 1982 - 1985.  The above picture was taken recently. Although the house is more run down now than it was when I lived there, the house still looked spookier in the past.  Over the years the house has been repainted from a light green color to yellow and unfortunately the two giant maple trees that used to partially hide the house have been cut down.

A couple of odd things occurred during the 3 years my family and I lived here......

The Breathing Monster

One week during the summer of July 1983 my father had heard unexplained 'breathing sounds' outside our bathroom window in the middle of the night.  This had occurred on two or three different occasions during the course of that week.  He told my mother about it, but she told him that it was probably just someone trying to scare him - that was until she finally heard it for herself.   Our neighbors and other family members had tried offering other explanations for what it was that they had heard.  Perhaps, it was a Bear or maybe a panther.  Our back yard, where the bathroom window was located, faced a huge mountain of woods; so the possibility of a wild animal seemed very plausible.  At least plausible to those who had not heard it.

At the time, I was only around 12 years old and I had not heard the mysterious breathing.  After that week, the mysterious breathing sound was not heard.......at least until the very next summer (1984) around the same time.  My friend at the time, Jeff H, was well of the experiences my mother and father had the year before.  But like most people tend to be, I think he was a bit skeptical.  He and I had planned to camp out in the front yard one evening, but we were undecided where to place our tent.  Reluctantly, he convinced me to place the tent with its opening facing the woods - BIG MISTAKE!

Later that evening we decided it was time to get in the tent and get some sleep.  As I put my hand on the zipper of the tent door, a feeling came over me and told me to listen.   I put my other hand up and told Jeff to be quiet a moment.  We paused in silence for about 30 seconds listening.  We heard nothing.  So, I opened the tent.  I went in first, followed by Jeff, and then zipped the tent door shut.  At that instance, it started. 

From the direction of the woods came the mysterious breathing that my parents had experienced the year before - and we were outside with it!  It got louder and louder and sounded to be getting closer.  I looked at Jeff.  His eyes were wide open and I swear he had turned white as a ghost.  The breathing sound did not sound natural.  It is hard to explain, and unless you have experienced it for yourself, you cannot fully comprehend or understand this unearthly breathing sound.  It almost sounded electronic or mechanical - it was not natural.  Even stranger, we never heard any bushes moving or footsteps - just the ever-increasing sound of the breathing.

We debated (rather quickly) whether to stay put or make a run for it.  We decided to make a run for the house.  When we got to the door of the house, it was locked!  My mother had locked the house doors while she went to take a shower.  We pounded on the doors for what felt like an eternity.  The breathing continued to make its way toward us, until finally my mother opened the door wrapped in a towel from getting out of the shower.

We never heard the breathing again, and we moved from the house in 1985.  It is unknown if any of the residents since have experienced this chilling encounter.

Mysterious Knocking on the Front Door

I cannot recall which year it was, but it was winter time and it had snowed a few inches overnight.  At precisley 8:00 am, someone or something began banging very loudly on the front door as if in a panic and trying to get inside. 

I shrugged it off thinking that it was probably a couple of my friends trying to wake me up to go play in the snow.  My mother thought that my dad was coming back from work and trying to get her attention to let him in the house because he had forgot his key. But, that was not the case. 

I got up soon thereafter and looked outside the front door.  There were no footprints in the snow anywhere around the front door or otherwise.  Whatever had been banging on the front door was not of the physical realm.

Even stranger, the next day our neighbor said the same banging occurred on her front door at precisely 8:00 am, the same time as us.

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