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Thursday, December 26, 2019

The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 12, Natalie's Tale, Pt. 2

Natalie's high school graduation photo
My upcoming novel Chapel Street was inspired by my experiences growing up in a "haunted" house at 21 St. Helens Avenue* in the Northeast Baltimore neighborhood of Lauraville. This series of blogs will examine the actual haunting that inspired the book. This entry consists of the second part of an interview with my niece Natalie, who lived periodically in the house after her mother Laura Murphy Valenti committed suicide in 1994.

Here is a clip from the interview.




My wife Deborah also participated in the interview.  It was transcribed by my niece Emily.  I have done some editing for clarity.

SEAN: So anything else happened that you remember? Did anything ever address you by name or try to talk to you while you were in the house?

NATALIE: Multiple times something tried to talk to me and address me specifically. But it would not be in some weird voice. It would usually be in Grandmom's voice. Most of the time, it was in Grandmom's voice, and a lot of the time, come to find out, she wasn't even home at the time. So...

SEAN: Do you remember any of the things it would say?

NATALIE: It wouldn't -- when it would talk to me, it would be like, I would be in my room and I would hear, like, "Nat, what are you doing?" And I'd we like, "I'm in my room. What are you talking about?" And that would be it. And then I'd come running out and I'd be like, "Grandmom? Grandmom?" And she wouldn't be home. And I'd be like, oh, maybe she just went out or something. And she was never home to begin with. It was like -- it never would sit down and have a conversation with me. It would just be like, "Hey, Nat, what are you doing? Natalie, hey?" It would call me, and that would be it. I guess maybe I didn't give it enough of the fear factor. I was just like, "What?"

SEAN: So would you say that the activity was consistent or were there certain times where it was very intense and then other times it was very slow or nonexistent, or would you say you there was a consistent presence at the house?

NATALIE: Consistently, there was a feeling that a presence was there. I always felt like something was watching me or that something was on me. But the activity was not always active. It was not like there was an occurrence every single day or that, you know, you'd have something this week. You'd go sometimes a month or two and nothing seemingly happened. We always had this joke, Grandmom and I, that stuff would just go missing. You would try to look for something and you can't find it, and she would -- we would just be like, oh, just give it a couple weeks, it will show back up in the exact spot that you were looking for it. So it's hard to say whether it was that something or somebody else moved it, stuff like that.

I mean, it wasn't always something big like the things I've already said. It was just calm. But you always felt the need to talk to yourself because you knew somebody was sitting there watching you or just -- it just -- it's the weirdest feeling. And that was probably -- it took probably a year after ever moving out of the house completely before that feeling ever went away.

DEBBIE: Did you ever call on the Lord?

NATALIE: No. Because at that time, my faith wasn't the way it is now. But I knew he was there. And later -- in stories we'll get to later, that was part of the reason why I was never afraid to talk about it. Or later when we talk about me taking EVPs, I was never afraid because I already knew who God was. But I never called on God because I didn't know how to do stuff like that at the time.

SEAN: Now did you ever find yourself in an unexpected suicidal funk at the house?

NATALIE: There was an instance back before I got married to Mike** and he was visiting, and I think Grandmom was either in Las Vegas or she was at Taylor's Island, it was just him and I there. And at the time, Dougie was still in the garage outside, that's where his shop was. And somehow or another, we had made food, and then we were in my room upstairs, and all of a sudden, like, the smoke alarms go off. I was like, what in the world? The whole first floor was covered in smoke.

And so we run downstairs to the kitchen. The kitchen -- like, there's -- the oven mitt was next to the stove and it was on fire. I think we had, like, bacon, there was bacon grease everywhere, but the bacon grease was hard as a rock, like cold. And it was like, how in the world did this fire start? Because the oven wasn't -- the stove wasn't on, the bacon grease wasn't even melted, if it was, like, hot enough to have a fire.

But the oven mitt was in flames and caused the whole house to be billowed in smoke. And we opened the windows, and at the time Dougie was outside in his garage, and he was like, what the hell's going on? We're like -- and I mean it was billowing out -- it was smoky. So I can -- looking back, I can see how easily that would have been an attempt to harm myself or something, maybe, for sure.

Mike and Natalie
DEBBIE: Was your grandfather in the house?

NATALIE: He was not there. I think  he had already died at this point.

SEAN: Because people have said that, well, I would not call them suicide attempts, but suicide events, events that would be misconstrued as suicide at the house. And was there ever anything else like that?

NATALIE: Not that I recall, anything that would have been misconstrued or anything along those lines of any kind of harming myself.

SEAN: Do you think it made any deliberate attempts to harm you?

NATALIE: Just that incident that I just described with the fire in the kitchen. That would be, as far as physical harm, the only time that anything like that, like, dangerous happened to me.

SEAN: Now, did you feel at any time that you were under psychological oppression while you were in the house?

NATALIE: Psychologically, I was very depressed. I mean, I had dark depressions, especially during the times I lived there.

SEAN: Part of that would be natural, though. Considering the circumstances of your life.

NATALIE: Well, I was also a teenager, so it's hard to tell whether, you know, it was teenage emotions or whatever. But I feel like maybe it was a little bit worse because it just always felt like -- you know how you'll be down on yourself, and it's natural for people to do that. But sometimes it would be like, a little too down on myself. But I never really did anything or acted on it.

SEAN: Can you tell us about these events that happened after you moved back to the house?

NATALIE: After I moved back, I ended up in the other front room. I guess we call that Bedroom Number B. [Front East]

SEAN: I want to ask a question. So you chose to live in Bedroom B. Was Bedroom C, the master bedroom available but you chose not to live there?

NATALIE: Grandmom was back in that room, and I wouldn't have chosen to move back in that room anyway.

SEAN: And John was downstairs?

NATALIE: At this point, John had actually moved into the basement apartment. So during that time, things would happen -- like, I had a cabinet on my wall, and it had been there for, like -- I mean, this was many years after I moved back in, and then all of a sudden, one night, like, I had all of my little knickknacks and stuff, and it just completely fell off the wall. But it didn't fall (mimics falling straight down), it like fell (mimics falling diagonally down), off the wall in the middle of the night. And I was like, what in the world is going on up in here? This would be the time when furniture started moving a lot.

SEAN: Did the furniture move in that room or did it move in other rooms?

NATALIE: The furniture would move -- you would hear it move on the whole first floor. And every now and then, I would hear it move in the attic. And the thing about that is, at the time, there was no furniture in the attic, so I don't know what was actually moving up there. That's actually what caused me to do the EVPs up in the attic.

SEAN: So this was after Mark was gone. So -- and was it just you and your grandmother and then John in the basement living in the house at that time?

NATALIE: Mmhm.

SEAN: Now, before we jump -- before we jump past my father, your grandfather.

NATALIE: Oh, yeah.

SEAN: So tell me about your grandfather's -- his walks at night, but first let's set the stage. At this time, he was not living in the second floor bedrooms, he was sleeping on the first floor bedroom.

NATALIE: At this time, that bow-windowed room, I guess Bedroom A as you would call it, was empty. And I think there might have been, like, a futon bed or something in that room. So nobody was in that room. He was downstairs in the newer bedroom-- that was where it was closed off from the living room, from the original living room next to the bathroom downstairs, where the organ used to be. He was in that bedroom. And so Grandmom would go visit Sharon or go to Las Vegas or go to Taylor's Island, so she wouldn't be home. And, I mean, I was a teenager and I actually was probably in college, so I didn't need her around. So a lot of times, it would be me and Grandpop. Maybe John would be home in the basement, but I mean, he could come and go as he pleased, so I never knew if he was home.

Douglas Murphy, Sr., in the
living room of 21 St. Helens Avenue
So I would be in my room a lot because, like, there was no place to watch TV except for the living room, and Grandpop would always be watching Conway Twitty or something, like I'm going to want to watch that? So I'd be in my room, and in my room, because the light was on at the landing, you could always see the light around the doorway. And I know at times I would see shadows move by the door on the outside, and I would open it up and be like, what the heck is that? And there'd be nobody there.

Then later, I'd start to hear the floor creaking and then shadows moving, and I looked, and it was him, and he would come up and he would go all the way upstairs. And I was like that's really weird. So I would just close my door and just kind turn off the TV and just sit there and listen. What in world is he doing up there, you know? It's so weird, there was nothing up there, there was no furniture.

So after a couple of times of him doing it, I would wait for him to do it and I'd go and I'd listen. I'd open the bottom [attic] door and I'd listen to see what is he doing? And I know there were at least two or three times I tried to walk up the steps, and it was hard because the steps were so old and they would creak, so he would always know if you walked up the steps. Because there -- probably one time he was like, "Go back to your room!" And that was so weird coming from him because --

SEAN: He wasn't --

NATALIE: -- He wasn't like that. But he would go up there and have conversations, and I don't know what they were about because I didn't really listen. I was actually listening more to hear if somebody responded to him and not what he was saying. Because it was like he -- it was like he was talking to somebody. And he just started -- and it was closer to the time that he died, but he would just sit there and have conversations about, like -- and people could write it off as he was an alcoholic. But at this time, he wasn't drinking that much. So it wasn't like when he was drunk, because he would sit there and talk to himself when he would get drunk, but this was later when he kind of stopped drinking a lot.

SEAN: And he was up on the third floor. Which room was he in? Was he in the back bedroom or was he in the Hell Room?

NATALIE: I want to say that he was in the front bedroom, because the couple times that I could make it to the second landing before going upstairs, it looked like the light was on in the front bedroom.

SEAN: The Hell Room?

NATALIE: The Hell Room.

SEAN: Okay. So you never heard anyone responding to him?

NATALIE: No, I never heard anybody respond to him, and I was really, really trying.

SEAN: So but did your grandfather ever talk to you about events in the house that could be paranormal?

NATALIE: Him and I never had conversations about anything that happened in the house.

SEAN: Okay. How would you say your relationship with him was?

Natalie and her grandfather Doug
NATALIE: I would say our relationship was pretty good.  We would sit and talk sometimes. He -- there were a lot of times when I was little that he would watch me, he would take me places, so we had a really good relationship, I think.

SEAN: So he loved you. So it wasn't like he was being mean to you or anything by saying, "What are you doing down there?" or anything?

NATALIE: No, he never was mean to me. I mean, granted, like, when I would do something bad, he would yell at me. But like, he would -- it was very rare that he would say -- so it was odd that he would yell at me that time I was going up the steps. I was like, what? Especially because I was an adult.

SEAN: So okay. You were saying you would hear furniture moving downstairs. Did you ever go down and the furniture was actually moved?

NATALIE: There was never a time I actually saw the furniture moved anywhere. There were -- speaking of the time when we were, like, oh, more than one people had heard the same thing. There was a time when the furniture was moving and John came up from the basement apartment and Grandmom and I both went downstairs because it was late, it was probably, like, 12:00 o'clock, all of us heard furniture moving. Because John came around upstairs and was like, "What in the world are you guys doing?" And we came downstairs because we were like, "What were YOU doing?" Because nobody was on the first floor. So it was odd. It was like big stuff moving, like slamming. Bam, bam, and nothing was moving.

SEAN: So here's a question, and this is a question everybody asks all of us: Why did you come back to the house? Why did you stay at the house?

NATALIE: Well, I stayed because it's not like I had a lot of options to live. Well, I mean, I did, but not options that I wanted to take. And, like I said before, I was never physically threatened. It was stuff that was unusual and stuff sometimes that would scare you, but I never felt like I was physically going to be harmed. I was just like, oh, well, we live in a haunted house.

SEAN: So any other events that you would like to relate?

NATALIE: I feel like there are. Let me think. There were -- well, there was the EVPs that I caught.

SEAN: Okay. Tell us the history of the EVP.***

NATALIE: I decided to do an EVP, and it's called an electronic voice phenomenon, with the nice little cassette player and the blank cassette. And I decided, because I always watch all the ghost shows, I lived in a haunted house, and I watched ghost shows and I was trying to see if they were actually telling the truth. Because I knew what the truth was and I could poke [?] up your scams with your fake ghost stuff because my ghost didn't do that. So there we are. I decided to take an EVP.

So I got this cassette player, and Grandmom went to Jeanne's house one night for dinner because we would go over to her house for dinner every now and then. Then I decided, you know what? Nobody's going to be here, so I'm going to take an EVP because the house will be quiet, you're not going to have the noise from the street because it was at night. Perfect time. Perfect conditions.

So I get my little cassette, I get it all ready, and I run upstairs because it was dark and I did not like going upstairs during the daylight, let alone the dark. Run up there and I set it right in the middle of the Hell Room floor and I push record and I go back downstairs. We go to Jeanne's house, and I'm like, oh, well, I got to go, because it was a 90 minute tape. I was like, oh, it's not -- it's done. I want to see what I got. So I go back home, Grandmom stayed there, and at this point it was just -- I was upstairs in my room. I stood there at the door like, do I go up and get it tonight or do I just wait until tomorrow? Because nobody was home and the house was dark. You know, the house comes alive when nobody's there.

John was in the basement, so I'm like, I'm going to do it. If I scream, maybe John will hear me, you know? So I get up there and I go back in my room and I just, like, play it. I put it in my stereo and I turned the volume all the way up, you know. It's extra creepy in a spooky house, listening to the static of a cassette player. It's great.

So I'm just sitting there, doing all of my own stuff, and then all of a sudden I, like, hear, like, these sounds. And I'm like, what in the world? I'm like, rewind, let me play it again. It was like, what is that? So I called John. "John, come upstairs. You're not going to believe what I found." So he comes up and listens to it. He's like, "That's creepy." He's like, "Wait till you tell my mother this." It was like, I don't want to tell her. She'll get mad.

She did get very mad at me for doing that because she didn't know I did that. I didn't tell her the whole time at dinner or anything that I did it. I told her after I found something. She was like, "Why would you do that? You're messing with it. You're going to make it more active." I was like, "It's going to be as active as it wants to be." Like... So.

SEAN: I would say that your grandmother was probably kind of wise because attempts to communicate with it in the past resulted in very serious --

NATALIE: I know.

SEAN: -- serious activity. So do you think you caught anything on the EVP? But first, I don't know where the EVP is. I know you brought it over to play at our house once and my wife made you turn it off. And so who has that EVP now? I know it freaked out Marion and Emily when you played it at Raspe Avenue, you know, and apparently Emily went running from the house, you know.

NATALIE: I don't remember that, but maybe. I don't know.

SEAN: Do you have the original?

NATALIE: I don't have the original.

SEAN: Someone digitized it.

NATALIE: I recorded it to my computer back in th, like the mid '90s, where you just put the microphone to the thing and record it to your computer.

SEAN: So do you still have that recording?

NATALIE: I thought I did, but I don't. I looked for it but I haven't found it.

SEAN: I thought I had a copy of that recording. What I do -- what we do have is an additional -- with the last -- not the last minute, but about a minute of it that has what seems to be a woman, some voice on it.

NATALIE: Yeah.

SEAN: Gasping.

NATALIE: Well, what you have is -- that's what I recorded. That's the only part of the whole 90 minutes, is that little bit of that recording, because I didn't record -- I didn't copy the whole thing, I just copied that little section.

SEAN: I have that. So did you ever have any experiences with anything once you left the house? You said you had dreams. Did you ever have any visitations from the entity or the thing that was in the house?

NATALIE: You know, there was this experience I had after I had moved out of the house, when I moved to Buffalo. It was probably like, I don't know, probably like a year after I moved out of the house. I was sleeping one night and I had -- my bedroom door was open to my room that I was sleeping in, and all of a sudden I hear, like, all these people talking. And they weren't talking to each other, they were talking to me. And I just wake up, and I was living with Mike at the time and I just said, "Close the door because they won't shut up." And like, he was like, "What are you talking about?" I was like, "Just close the door because these people won't leave me alone." And so he closed the door and that was the last time I ever had any kind of reach out from the house.

But every now and then I have dreams that I'm in a house, and every time I have a dream I'm in a house, it's in that house all the time. And it seems like whenever I have those dreams, Grandmom has a dream about that house, too. It's weird.

SEAN: Okay. So now let's get to a serious question. I know I want to interview another time about your mother's death.

NATALIE: Are you recording this?

SEAN: Yes. But at any time -- I mean, do you think that this entity in the house could in any way have been responsible for either the death -- you know, and I'm not saying deliberately, but in part responsible for the death of either your mother, your uncle Mark or your grandfather?

NATALIE: I think whatever was in that house had some part in -- I'm not saying it was the sole reason, but I think it probably had a part because the oppression that you always felt when you were there. And even, you know, it took probably a year or two after I moved out to actually feel like you weren't being watched and you didn't have this thing hanging on you. And so if you -- I mean, everybody still lived in the area and they would always visit and stuff. I could see how easily it would be hard to shake that away from you. Whatever it was, it could follow you if it wanted to, like, for sure. So I don't think it was the sole reason, but I could see how it could persuade you to do things easily.

SEAN: Do you think -- you've already kind of answered this, but do you think what was in that house was limited to the house?

NATALIE: I don't think that whatever was in that house was limited to the house. I definitely think it was able to leave or at least, you know, follow you for at least a little bit. Yeah.

SEAN: But you never personally, other than some dreams, never personally experienced any phenomenon that you would attribute to the entity in that house away from the house other than those dreams you mentioned?

NATALIE: No, I never experienced anything outside of that.

SEAN: Looking back now, and you are an Evangelical Christian, so you have a Christian world view of the --

NATALIE: My belief is that anything that was in that house would have to be a demon because it couldn't be anything that's human because God doesn't allow that to happen. Anything that walks the earth is going to be of Lucifer.

SEAN: It could be angelic.

NATALIE: I don't think it could be angelic.

SEAN: Yeah. So did you find that the entity was more attached to certain areas of the house than others?

NATALIE: It seemed like the entity liked certain areas maybe a little more, but there was never any place that you didn't feel like it was there, I guess. There was no, like -- there was no free zone.

SEAN: What were some of the places you think that it liked more than other places?

NATALIE: It really liked the front bedroom in the Hell Hole, that bedroom. It really liked the master bedroom. It really liked that closet thingy between the bathroom and the bedroom in the hall. I always felt like it was in there, like that's where it lived. And then where else did it like to go? I feel like it was just in the shadows, just lurking. But those places were definitely the center points.

SEAN: So do you think it was attached to any items?

NATALIE: I don't feel like it was attached to any thing particularly. Maybe people.

SEAN: Do you think it interacted with some people more than others?

NATALIE: It absolutely interacted with some people more than others.

DEBBIE: Who more?

Natalie and her grandmother Clara
NATALIE: I think it interacted with my grandmother way more than it interacted with most people. I feel like it didn't interact with me as much because I was just kind of like, I don't know. There was never a point that I got, like, scared and it terrified me. I was just kind of like, whatever. I'm just not going to deal with you. Whereas I feel like she kind of fed into whatever it was doing, and that kind of made it stronger.

SEAN: But that said, you felt the presence of the entity even when she was not at the house?

NATALIE: Even when she was not there, you still felt it just as strong. And the fact that it would mimic her, at least to me it would mimic her. I mean, it could have mimicked any of us, but it always mimicked her for me. Which is odd, because, I mean, considering my history, it could have easily have mimicked my mom to really mess with my head, but it never did, you know?

DEBBIE: Do you feel God's protecting you?

NATALIE: I feel like God has protected me. The funny thing is I look back on all of this stuff and I say, wow, if that was a demon right in my life, God was right there even though the demon was right there. You know, and for instance, with the electronic voice phenomenon that I did Grandmom was mad that I did it, but I did it because I was like, I'm not afraid of whatever this is. It's not going to hurt me because I already know. I already know God. So I was kind of like, you let it make you afraid, it's going to make you afraid.

SEAN: Okay. I think we got everything we need. Unless you have any final words about the haunting? We will deal with other situations at a later date.

NATALIE: Final word about the haunting... You know, the -- it wasn't necessarily haunting specific, but there was a time when I remember all the lights went out in Baltimore and I had to go to work the next day, and I was like, man, I have to go home and get my clothes. My friend was like, oh, you can stay at my house, but it was like, I need clothes, I still have to go home and get clothes. I remember rolling up the street and all the lights are out, and I looked at the house just standing there, menacing, and I'm like, there are no lights on in this house and I really need to get clothes for work. And I sat there, and I pulled my car up, and I put my high beams on so that it was, like, shining bright on this house, and I just sat there and was like, I got to go in this house.

And I sat there and I sat there, and luckily John rolls up right there and he stops and he does the same thing I did, and he was like, we got to go in this house. And I was like, I know we got to go in this house. And so he's like, all right, we're going to run in this house, and when we come out, we're going to wait for the other, and if the other one doesn't come out, somebody about to go and get somebody. I was like, all right.

Well, he had to go to the basement, and there was, like, no way the light was going to go on in the basement. I at least had all front rooms except for the freaky hallway to go up the steps. So, you know, we run in, and I was, like, the whole time (heavy breathing) like catch your breath, like, please don't let anything come out. This would be the worst time to scare me. I mean, it never scared me, but I was like, this would be the time that it would do that. You don't, like, question if it's going to do it. But... And then going back to Jeff****, he always said, you never go into the mansion if the light's not on on the porch. And there were a couple of times I would go there and Grandmom wasn't home and the light wasn't on and I was like, I'm just going to stay at somebody's house tonight because I'm not going there and turning it on.

Her husband Tep, her daughter Gianna, her father
Frank, Natalia, and her grandmother Clara. 2013
Here is a clip from the EVP discussed earlier. This was transferred from analog tape into a computer microphone, not directly. Therefore, more interference and noise probably was added. The original tape was hidden away at my mother Clara's house, but it seems to have been either lost or thrown away.


Notes:

*21 St. Helens Avenue was the original address of the house when it was built. The street name and number changed over time, but I use the original address to protect the privacy of the current owners.

**Mike and Natalie married on 14 June 2008. They later divorced.

***EVP. Electronic Voice Phenomenon. This when someone attempts to capture communication with or by a spiritual entity via a recording device.

****The late Jeff DiNatale was a friend of my brother John. He was a very frequent visitor to the house.

Additional blogs about the haunting:
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 1, An Introduction
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 2, The House
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 3, This Is Us
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 4, Arrival
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 5, Methodology
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 6, Clara's Tale, Pt. 1
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 7, Clara's Tale, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 8, My Tale, Pt. 1
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 9, My Tale, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 10, My Tale, Pt. 3
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 11, Natalia's Tale, Pt. 1
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 12, Natalia's Tale, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 13, John's Tale, Pt. 1 
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 14, John's Tale, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 15, Come Inside!
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 16, Marion's Tale, Pt. 1
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 17, Marion's Tale, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 18, Jeanne's Tale, Pt. 1
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 19, Jeanne's Tale, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 20, Lisa's Tale
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 21, Recap, Pt. 1
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 22, Recap, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 23, Recap, Pt. 3

My novel Chapel Street was inspired by the haunting. You can currently buy the Kindle and paperback at Amazon and the Nook, paperback and hardcover at Barnes & Noble.


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Sunday, December 22, 2019

Short Story: Christmas


     Now that I have returned to my alma mater Towson University as an instructor, I decided to dig through my old filing cabinet in the basement and look at some of my work there as a student. And, since I am always looking for something to blog about, I have decided to share it with you. (Pray I don't start posting blogs about my grade school work!)
     This is last of three short stories I wrote for a fiction writing class taught by Dr. Carl Behm in the fall semester of 1982. The class was in the English Department. Since my schedule never allowed me to the take the screenwriting class in my Mass Communications major, these were my only true fiction writing assignments at the University. In retrospect, I wish I had taken more writing classes. At the time I needed the discipline of a class deadline to finish a project. Most of my juvenile writings were left uncompleted.   
     I forgot the specific parameters of this short assignment. Most of my fellow students wrote thoughtful, introspective pieces.  Navel gazing, some might say. Not me. My stories tended to be heavily plotted. Not that they weren't personal. They were, but in a very submerged manner.
     Up until this year, my writing had been mainly comic. All three of the stories I wrote in this class were darker than anything I had previously attempted. Why? Because I had recently broken up with my long time girlfriend and I was spiraling downward emotionally. My ex, who remained a friend, read the stories and became concerned. She thought I was suicidal. I told her I wasn't, but she saw things more clearly than I did.
     Enough ado. Here's my last story for the class. Although I corrected a few grammatical errors, I resisted the urge to truly rewrite or correct the piece. I wanted this to reflect my viewpoint and talents at the time.




CHRISTMAS

     I haven't hung a Christmas decoration in over sixty years.
     Once I spat in the collection bucket of a Salvation Army Santa Claus in Chicago. I'm not really proud of that. I was drunk. But I like to tell people about it just to raise some eyebrows. It certainly raised Santa's eyebrows. I thought he was going to punch me. That sure as hell would have been a pleasant spectacle for the evening shoppers.
     Let me tell you a nice Christmas story. A true one. That's what the story of my life is. Maybe you'll find it interesting.  Maybe you'll learn something. I really don't care. Maybe I'm a cynical old bastard, but there is one thing that I know for sure. A person doesn't live as long as I have without learning a thing or two.
     I was born in Canada. Things were a lot different in Canada than they are now. Back in the eighteen-nineties, it wasn't even a truly independent country. We were part of the British Empire and damned proud of it. I know it is still part of the Commonwealth, or whatever, but it was different when I was growing up. It really meant something to be part of the Empire. Hell, the Empire was half the damned world. It was the biggest and richest Empire in the history of the world. The old saying was true: the sun never set on the British Empire.
     Sure, the United States is a superpower now, but it couldn't compare to the British Empire of my youth. England, Canada, Australia, India, half of Africa and countless islands and subject nations all united under one language and moral code. It was enough to make a person's head swim. I bought it hook, line and sinker. We didn't have the term master race back then, but we considered it obvious that it was us. Anglo-Saxons were the natural rulers of the world. We didn't have to talk about it. It was obvious. Any fool could see that.
     It wasn't surprising that I joined the British army when I came of age. I joined a Canadian regiment, the 104 Canadian Light Infantry. My family was all for it. They probably would have pressured me into joining if I wasn't an enthusiastic recruit. My father was a native of London and he joined the army when he was a young man. He traveled all over the world before he settled in Canada when he retired. He felt all men should join the British army. It would give them a chance to see the world while it made you a man. I was all for it.
     I loved the army. It was everything I hoped it would be. I loved the tradition, the pride and the code of honor. I even rose to the rank of Corporal before the Great War. My family was so proud of me because it was difficult for a man without connections to be promoted during peacetime. My father was in the army for over twenty years and ended his career as a master sergeant. He received his promotions during various "adventures." He said if I was lucky, war would break out and I might have a chance to actually rise in rank. And believe me, my father wasn't the only one who wanted war.
     The storm was brewing.  During the three years that I was in the army before the outbreak of war, even when I was stationed in India, you could sense that a big war was coming. I don't think anyone could have guessed what the spark would be, but we knew the fuse was primed.  Early in 1913, our regiment was stationed in England. We were excited. When the war broke out, we would be one of the first to fight. It wouldn't be long, we knew that. The Germans had been asking for war for years. I couldn't wait for the opportunity to put them in their place.
     It came in August of 1914. When the news got to our regiment that war had been declared, we cheered. Everyone was cheering. Church bells were ringing. The whole damned nation was cheering. We had a hell of a celebration in the barracks that night. The great adventure, the great crusade, was on. Now we would get the chance to show the world what were were made of. We never doubted the eventual triumph of our values and virtues. I expected the war to be the best six or seven months of my life. I didn't think it would take any longer that that.
     Just as I hoped, our regiment was one of the first units to cross the channel. We were part of the British Expeditionary Force under the command of General French. By the time we first saw action, the Germans had pushed the French and Belgians back. Things weren't going well, but that didn't bother me. I knew the situation would change once we reached the front.
     We were also pushed back in the first couple of skirmishes we were engaged in. I didn't lose hope. I could see that had bloodied the Germans badly each time we clashed. I firmly believed that when the rest of the British army arrived in France, we would teach the Germans a thing or two.
     Meanwhile, we were losing a lot of men. I would guess that we lost a third of the men in the regiment before the first battle of the Marne. I maintained my stiff upper lip. All soldiers know that some of us will never go home. You just had to believe that cause was worth the sacrifice. I was willing to die for my values, the values of my civilization. I never doubted it.
     After the Marne the situation changed.  We were the ones who doing the pushing. Casualties were high but the end was in sight. I thought we only needed one more big victory to end the war. It was great! This was everything that I wanted out of the war -- the sense of victory and glory. To see our army beating back the barbarians filled me with an unbelievable sense of patriotism and pride.
     We pushed and pushed until we came to a village called Amas. The Germans could not be pushed beyond that point. I didn't know it then, but our regiment would never be more than four miles from that spot for the next three years. This is where the real hell began.
     We tried again and again to dislodge them from their defensive positions on a low ridge.  Finally, we were forced to set up a defensive position on a low ridge a couple hundred yards back from the Germans. This is how tench warfare began, and it was horrible. Enemy sniping kept you practically stooped over all the time. Our noses were always filled with the stench of hundreds of unrecovered, decaying corpses strewn about in no man's land between our lines. Rain would make mud up to your knees in the trenches. You could get used to the constant shelling, but there was no getting used to the bayonet charges.
     When I was a raw recruit, I believed the bayonet charge was the most glorious sight on Earth. Seeing a whole regiment of men charging in unison, shouting glorious old calls was certainly impressive on the parade ground. On the battlefield, killing with a bayonet is a mean, horrible job. But killing with a bayonet couldn't compare to the terror you felt when you saw the Germans charging your positions with bayonets fixed. The worst moment was the split second when you realized that you would have to stop shooting and prepare for hand-to-hand combat. That moment always came no matter how many of them you killed with the machine guns. Some would always get through. It still sends shivers down my spine when I think about it.
     It was an ugly business, but I did it. It was a job that had to be done. The cause was worth the sacrifice. Our losses were incredibly heavy. By the end of November, our regiment was down to a quarter of our original strength. I had been promoted to sergeant. Our original sergeant was killed when he stayed behind to give us cover as we returned from a foray against the enemy. We were not in a position to retrieve his body and it remained unburied in no man's land for weeks. The body was so close to our lines that I could see his still open eyes staring lifelessly at us until they blackened. That was an image that still haunts me. He was a good man, and, more importantly, a good soldier. Honor itself dictated that he deserved a Christian burial.
     I was promoted in late November. For a few weeks, the front quieted down. We really couldn't attack. We were too low on men. We were waiting for reinforcements, and I guess the Germans were as well. In early December our reinforcements began to arrive. They were a bunch of farm boys from Canada who seemed to bring the cold northern wind with them. They were young, patriotic volunteers, but the only training they received was on the ship from Canada. They couldn't wait to fight and got their chance right away. We tried to overrun the forward German trenches. The results were the same as usual. We pushed them out, but we got pushed back when their reserves attacked. We got back to our lines minus fifty-seven men. Little did I know the effect one of them would have me.
     I can't remember the kid's name. I probably never even knew it. He was one of those big farm boys that had just joined the regiment. He was hit on the way back to our lines after the attack. I didn't know he was still alive until the shooting died down. Then we could hear him crying for help. He must have been hit in the spine since he was paralyzed from the neck down. He couldn't move, but he could yell and that was exactly what he did.
     As you can imagine, his constant pleas drove us crazy, especially the new men. Some of them volunteered to rescue him, but I refused. My orders prevented me from making any major foray into no man's land, and I couldn't send out a small group. The Germans would kill them for sure. They could hear the wounded man too. If they wanted, they could easily kill him, but they didn't. They kept him alive so that he would lure out a rescue party. It was a nasty trick, and I wasn't going to let any of my men fall for it. I just hoped the poor man would die during the night, and put us all out of our misery.
     He was still alive when I woke the next morning. All of the men in my area were on edge. The veterans were all cursing the Germans for not killing him, and the new recruits wanted to rescue him.  I explained the situation, but they still wanted to act. They argued it was the honorable thing to do, and it was our honor that separated us from the Huns. Still, I said no. I wouldn't let them commit suicide.
     The next night the kid was still hanging on somehow, though his cries had grown fainter. Looking back, I should have put some hardened veterans on guard duty that night. Six of the new guys went over the top around midnight. I didn't hear anything. You learn to be a sound sleeper when you get shelled most nights. But the Germans heard them. They dropped a flare on them and machine gunned them before they got to the wounded kid. They pointedly did not fire on the kid, who remained alive and moaning.
     That was it. Six men were dead. I couldn't allow this to go on much longer. I hoped that he would die during the day. If not, I would have to do something I never imagined myself doing. Well, he didn't die.
     I waited until it was late, around eleven o'clock. As I stood looking over the top of the trench, I quietly attempted to locate where the wounded man laid. Luckily, he began to softly cry. I could sense his exact location. I got my rifle and took aim.
     I squeezed off the first shot.  It was followed by a faint cry of pain. Despite myself, I smiled. It had been a tough shot. I adjusted my aim slightly and fired again. That shot killed the kid. He never made another noise.
     Everyone knew I killed him, but no one reported me. I got a lot of dirty looks from new recruits, but the veterans respected my decision. They knew someone had to do it. If anything, some of them reasoned, I had put him out of his misery. Still, no justification, no matter how logically accurate, made me feel any better. I felt worthless, as if all of my honor and virtue had been stripped away. In my pre-war mindset, it would have been perfectly honorable for the kid to kill himself, or for me to die trying to rescue him. Killing him like this, however, felt like murder. I was no better than a German.
     Things quieted down until about two weeks before Christmas. That's when we began our Christmas offensive. Rumors spread like wildfire that there was going to be a Christmas ceasefire, but the generals wanted a victory before that. They wanted  a victory to cheer up the folks at home for the holidays, and they didn't care how many young died to achieve it.
     We got our orders and did what we had to do. I didn't care anymore. I was just going through the motions. The war had lost all meaning to me. It isn't like I didn't fight. I fought as hard as I could. This campaign was definitely the bloodiest, see-sawing engagement I had experienced up to that time. The battle slowly ground to a halt the day before Christmas with us ending up pretty much where we started, but with half the men. We needed the truce. The Germans could have overrun us easily, if they had the strength to attack. However, I think they were as badly cut up as we were.
     I will never forget that Christmas Eve. Even a few minutes before midnight, we fell under a terrible artillery barrage. It was as if both sides had quotas to fill before the truce. Actually, we did not know whether there was really going to be a ceasefire or not. We were instructed not to initiate any small arms fire after midnight unless fired upon, but we didn't know what was going to happen.
     A few minutes before midnight, no was was asleep and no one was talking. All of the men in my bunker were watching me, and I was watching my watch. As the seconds of the last minute ticked away, the intensity of the shelling decreased rapidly. By the time the second hand reach the twelve, an unnatural silence fell across the front as far as I could hear. Everyone in my bunker held their breath. I looked up to the remnants of my unit and said, "Merry Christmas." The men started to cheer, as men everywhere up and down the line did. I left the celebration and walked out to the trenches. I told the sentries to make sure that they didn't fire unless they were actually fired upon. After that, I went to my bunk and fell right to sleep.
     I was up at dawn the next morning. It was so quiet. Other than some men singing Christmas carols, there was no noise. Most of the men were still asleep. This was the latest most of them had slept in weeks. I was willing to let them continue to do so, but I received different orders. I had to get all of the men up, leave a skeleton guard, and take the rest of them back to an open field about a mile behind our lines for a divisional Christmas service.
     I got the men up with no complaints. Hell, I think I could have marched them thirty miles without any grumbling. Nothing could break the mood of peace and cheerfulness. I have to admit it, I was catching it, too. This unofficial truce brought back feelings I hadn't allowed myself since I killed the wounded kid. The ceasefire proved we were more than just animals. This truce was a tribute to everything and civilized in the world. I was surprised that our leaders could get the Germans to agree to it.
     After the services, we had the best breakfast we had in months, eggs, bacon, wheatcakes laden with syrup and coffee. I was called away early for a regimental meeting where we received orders for the rest of Christmas day.
     Once we got back to our lines, we were to retrieve as many of the bodies as possible from no man's land. Our officers told us the Germans were already doing the same thing. We were warned not to carry weapons into no man's land and not to make any threatening moves like wandering too close to their lines. After we retrieved the bodies, we were to allow the men to relax and entertain themselves. That evening we would also receive a special meal.
     When we got back to our lines, we laid planks over the trenches so that we could roll wagons into no man's land. I briefed the men on the situation. I told them not to go any further than halfway toward the German lines. I wasn't taking any chances.
     We began collecting the bodies. It's hard for me to describe the joy I felt despite the inherent gruesomeness of the job. Most of the bodies were mere fragments, blown apart repeatedly by artillery shells. Other bodies laid in a crumbling state of decomposition. Still, it felt like a victory. Those men were heroes and there bodies had laid out in the open like rubbish. Now we were finally able to treat them with the respect they deserved. It was another victory of our Christian virtues. I found myself believing in the cause again.
     It wasn't long before we made contact with the enemy. There were a lot of German bodies on our side of no man's land, and a lot of our bodies on their side. My men came and asked me what to do with all of the German bodies. I went to the Captain and he told me to carry the German bodies to the middle of no man's land so that the Germans could take care of them.
     When we started stacking the German bodies, they responded by stacking our bodies in the middle of no man's land as well.  Eventually, they were crossing the middle to retrieve bodies, and we were doing the same. However, our men never strayed near their trenches and they didn't approach ours. I was a little wary at first, but I grew confident that the Germans would respect the cease-fire.
     In two hours, our sector was cleared of corpses and I told the men they could relax. The weather was exceptionally mild and most of the men sat around in small groups near our positions in no man's land just enjoying the peace. I saw smiles on the faces of my men. For some of the replacements, this was the first time I ever saw them smile. I just sat alone and watched them. It felt good, really good.
     Around three o'clock, one of my men brought out a football, or soccer ball as we say in this country now. I don't know where he got it. He must have had it hidden away the whole time he was in France. I found it odd, but I shouldn't have been surprised. It's amazing what people bring to war. Some people bring Bibles. Others bring soccer balls. To each his own. All I brought was my rifle and my ideals. The rifle was holding up better, but my ideals still lingered on that day.
     The game attracted a lot of attention. It wasn't long before most of the men in the regiment were on the sidelines cheering and placing bets. The game attracted the attention of the Germans too. A few of them began drifting closer and closer. The Germans were unarmed, but I went down to the game to make sure there was no trouble.
     The men were only playing to four and the game was quickly over. When it ended, many men volunteered to play a second game. When they were picking teams, a handful of Germans approached. In halting English, one of them challenged my men to a game.
     Ashworth, the private who owned the ball, ran to ask my permission. He was obviously keen on the idea. I looked at the Germans. They seemed sincere enough. Nothing indicated that this was a prelude to a sneak attack. I turned back to Ashworth and asked if he really wanted to play them. He said yes. He wanted to beat them.
     So it was up to me.
     As you can imagine, it was quite a decision to make. Technically speaking, I shouldn't have been the one to make it. I should have run it up the chain of command. That was the safest thing to do for both the men and my career. However, it was Christmas and everyone wanted to do it. Who was I to say no after the unremitting hell we had experienced over the last few months?
     I warned Ashworth that there better not be any rough stuff. He said he wouldn't start anything. Then I walked over to the German who could speak English. I told them that they could play as long as the game didn't get out of hand. He assured me that they would keep the game friendly. I gave my approval and a cheer went up.
     My men huddled and picked a team. I was surprised to learn that their were men in the unit who played at the University level. I smiled. It certainly appeared we would make quicker work of the Germans on the football field than we had on the battlefield.
     Word of the game spread before the teams were even selected. Men, from both sides, started showing up from the entire sector. British and German soldiers worked together to clear the debris from a sufficiently flat area in no man's land to create a regulation field.
     As I watched, I feared that things were already getting out of hand in a way I didn't anticipate. My own immediate superiors watched from the trenches. They obviously didn't disapprove, or they would have put an end to it, but they wanted to keep their distance in case things went bad. And it looked like it might. Suddenly, the men around me began to drift away. I saw why. The Captain and his staff were approaching. He wanted to know how I could be so insane as approve the game. I asked if he wanted me to cancel it but he said no. It was too late now. However, he made it perfectly clear I would receive the blame if anything happened.
     The game was to be played according to international rules. One of my men, a former University player, acted as referee. My worst fears were allayed after a couple of minutes. Both teams played hard. Each of them obviously wanted to win. But no one wanted to ruin this strange, magical moment with unsportsmanlike conduct. I felt extremely proud that my men possessed a sense of honor that permitted them to put aside their justified antipathy toward the Germans to play a regulation game. I was surprised that the Germans were able to do the same.
     As I lit up a cigarette, I heard someone walking toward me from behind. I looked over my shoulder and saw a German officer approaching. He was their equivalent of a lieutenant.  Feeling generous, I held up my packet of cigarettes. He smiled and nodded. I took one out and handed it to him. He thanked me in very good English, American English actually.
     We introduced ourselves as we watched the game. His name was Joseph Engel. I complimented him on his English. He told me he had lived for a few years in America. He worked for an uncle who owned a prosperous import/export business based in Philadelphia. The year before the war, his uncle transferred him to his Hamburg office. When the war came, he enlisted. "I only thought it would be for a few months," he said with a smile.
     I told him my life story. He was surprised to hear I was Canadian. He asked why I had joined the British Army. I told him the Canadian army was small and didn't offer the excitement and opportunity I sought. He said he understood, but I don't think he did. How could he? How could a German understand the sense of pride one got in being a soldier in the British Army. He was just being friendly.
     I was beginning to like the guy.
     We turned our attention back to the game. It was strange. There were no serious incidents. The players were being unusually courteous. The fans quieted down, too. Their eyes remained glued on the action, but the cheering subsided. There was still tension, but there was also a profound sense of peace. The game brought about a strange unity. I looked to Engel, my enemy friend. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. I knew he could feel it too.
     The game ended with the Germans winning by one point. Both sides applauded the winners. That surprised me.  As the applause died, the Captain ordered our men back to our lines. They were hesitant, as if they didn't want to break the spell. At around the same time, German officers began to send their men back to their positions.
     I had to go. I turned to Engel but I couldn't say anything. He broke the silence. He said it was a great pity we would never meet again. Suddenly an idea popped into my head. I told him that we could meet after the war. He smiled, after all, that the was oldest lie soldiers shared. But I meant it, and he could tell. He said he would like too. We talked a little before we decided on a time and place. We agreed to meet in Boston on Christmas day, one year after the end of the war. We would meet at six o'clock in the evening in front of City Hall. It was set. We wished each other the best of luck and we both hoped that it would not be too long before we met again.
     It wasn't.
     Christmas ended at midnight and so did all of the delusions of peace. Shelling began seconds after midnight. It wasn't particularly heavy, but it was enough to force us to keep our heads down. The war was back. It was a terrible feeling.
     The next morning the commanders in my regiment were called to together. We were ordered to attack. I couldn't believe it. A major assault the day after Christmas? They were insane. The generals felt an attack was necessary because our forces were in a weakened state and couldn't withstand a heavy German assault. They said we had to attack preemptively to throw the Germans off balance.
     We went over the top after our forces shelled the German positions mercilessly. It was a typical bayonet charge. At first my heart wasn't in it, but the professional soldier in me took over.
     As was normally the case when we pit bayonets against machine guns, we lost a lot of men charging across the field, but we didn't stop. I charged blindly, leading the men on. We hit their line like a bulldozer, forcing the Germans out of their trenches into a fighting withdrawal. We continued to push them.
     I bayoneted a German private who turned to challenge me. As I pulled the metal out of his ribcage, one of my men fell to the ground next to me. I turned to the man who had shot him and charged in blind rage.
     My eyes focused on my target. It was Engel. He faced me with his pistol in hand. He recognized me at the same time. In a moment of weakness or friendship, he turned the barrel away from me. I wanted to stop too, but I couldn't. I drove the bayonet deep into his chest then pulled it out.  Engel closed his eyes and fell backwards.
     I stood over his body. I don't know why but I began to drive my bayonet into his lifeless body again and again. I don't know how many times I did it. When I stopped, I threw my rifle to the ground and pulled Engel's pistol from his hand. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and pointed the barrel of the gun to the roof of my mouth. I pulled the trigger but nothing happened. The pistol was out of ammunition.
     I hate Christmas.



Rereading this piece, I can see why my ex-girlfriend thought I was suicidal. Dr. Behm liked it.  He also appreciated that I attempted a historical piece. He said not many students attempted that.

If you want to see if my writing has improved since college, you should check out these sample chapters of my novel Chapel Street, which will be published by TouchPoint Press in July of 2020.

Sample Chapters:
Prologue - My Mother
Chapter 1 - RestingPlace.com
Chapter 2 - Elisabetta
Chapter 3 - The Upload
Chapter 4 - The Kobayashi Maru
Chapter 5 - Gina
Chapter 6 - Tombstone Teri
Chapter 7 - The Holy Redeemer Lonely Hearts Club
Chapter 8 - A Mourner
Chapter 9 - War Is Declared
Chapter 10 - The Motorcycle
Chapter 11 - Suspended
Chapter 12 - The Harbor
Chapter 13 - Bad News Betty

Learn more about the book, click Here.

Or you can read my memoir, The Promise, or the Pros and Cons of Talking with God, published by TouchPoint Press, which deals heavily with my suicidal college days:

Sunday, December 15, 2019

The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 11, Natalie's Tale, Pt. 1

Laura holding Natalie during her baptism
at Corpus Christi Church in Baltimore
My upcoming novel Chapel Street was inspired by my experiences growing up in a "haunted" house at 21 St. Helens Avenue* in the Northeast Baltimore neighborhood of Lauraville. This series of blogs will examine the actual haunting that inspired the book. This entry consists of the first part of an interview with my niece Natalie, who lived periodically in the house after her mother Laura Murphy Valenti committed suicide in 1994.

Natalie stayed at 21 St. Helens Avenue at times between the death of her mother on February 14, 1994 and her father Frank Valenti's marriage to his second wife Gail on May 18, 1996. During that time, Natalie stayed in Bedroom C, the master bedroom, sometimes with her grandmother Clara and sometimes alone. She returned to St. Helens Avenue in 1998 and stayed, with some interruptions, until 2005. Upon her return, she stayed in Bedroom B, the front east one. That room had become vacant when her uncle John moved downstairs into the then vacant basement apartment.**

Here's a clip from the interview. You will notice an edit. This was not about content. My camera stops after ten minutes, and it stopped during this story. I had to restart the camera and have her continue:


The interview, the first one I undertook, was transcribed by my niece Emily.  My wife Debbie was present and asked a few questions. I have edited it for clarity. I am posting this interview out of the order I originally intended and stated in my previous methodology blog. The holidays have interrupted my ability to get the other interviews I need, but I wanted to continue with the story.

SEAN: Do you have memories of the paranormal from prior -- at the homestead prior to your mother's death?

NATALIE: Yes, I have memories prior to her death.

SEAN: And what were these memories, these paranormal memories?

NATALIE: I'm trying to think of the earliest. I'm trying to think in chronological order of the earliest. The first one that I can remember is I was probably maybe six or seven, and I was old enough that Marion was already little but I don't remember Emily being there to play with us. But we would always play underneath the front porch, and always had this imagination that somebody lived there.***  And I think maybe Marion had said -- because we were both pretty little, and I think maybe Marion had said that she saw somebody under there. But we would always play games where, like, we just knew that somebody was under there, I guess? So we would do that a lot.

And I know for sure -- and I don't know who thought of the game, but we would start playing, like, hide and seek. And then somehow we would end up on the landing underneath the stained glass and we would be laying there, we would have a blanket over our head, and I think at one time Jeanne actually asked us what we were doing. We're like, we're playing like we're sleeping right here. And then it wasn't until years later that we even heard the story that the lady had fallen down and was, like, dead or almost dead on that landing.****  But it was, like, in the same exact spot. So it really creeped us out when we found out later, but as little kids we were just like, oh, this is a cool game. And now looking back, who would play a game like that? It was just a weird game.

Natalia, Marion & Emily

And then I know that I saw people. As to when I saw them, I don't know.

SEAN: This would be prior to your mother's death?

NATALIE: All of these would be prior to her death. Because this would be when we would just be -- I'd visit or Grandmom or Grandpop would be watching me, or we would just be there. But I know that I would see people, but as a kid, you don't always know that you're not seeing -- you're seeing somebody that's not there. So it's hard to say. So those are kind of sketchy.

SEAN: So you --

NATALIE: But the landing thing was definitely a situation. And then there was also -- then that's probably when I first saw the eyes, was before I moved in there. Before my mom died.

SEAN: When you say you saw people, do you have any kind of consciousness of what kind of people you saw? Male, female, young, old?

NATALIE: It would be older men that I would see, maybe like balding-ish. But I would -- I think when I saw them, I thought they were maybe, like, friends of Grandpop's or something. But -- because I wouldn't see them, like -- like, I would just see them in, like, passing.

SEAN: Out of the corner of your eyes?

NATALIE: Yeah.

SEAN: Or like you would actually really see them fully?

NATALIE: No, not fully. It would just be, like, in the corner of my eye.

SEAN: So you would see mainly male presences at the house?

NATALIE: Yes, it was pretty much male.

SEAN: So tell me about the eyes.

NATALIE: The eyes were -- I wish I could remember the year, but the eyes were -- I was probably about nine or ten and Marion and Emily were there, and Jeanne was there because they had asked me to go get something out of Grandmom's sewing room.

SEAN: Was this when the sewing room was on the third floor?

NATALIE: Yes, the front room on the third floor: The Hell Hole. When you turn into that room, straight in front of you is the window that overlooks the street. And to the left there's, like, a closet that goes into the attic on that side, and then immediately behind the door there's another closet. And so that's the closet I had to go into. So when you turn in and you go into this closet, you look into the closet and it's the back wall, and then to the left, the closet went down into, like, the -- I guess, like, the eave of the house.

So I'm looking for whatever it is, and then I hear this noise and I look up and all I hear is hissing and I see, like, these red eyes, like -- I mean, like, it was probably right in front of my face. And I just freezed and was like, what do I do? And I was just like, I don't know if I even grabbed what Grandmom wanted, I just turned around and I was, like, running down the steps, like "Grandmom! Grandmom!" I'm like, "I'm not going back up there." And I never told her why. I just told her, "I'm not going back up there. I don't -- I don't know. I just can't do it." It was scary. I mean, it was like, you never realize what you're going to do when you're faced with something like that. It was creepy.

SEAN: And did you discern any other shape other than just the eyes?

NATALIE: No. There was no -- it was just black and, like, these red eyes.

SEAN: Now, were they just red dots or were they eyes, would you say?

NATALIE: They were absolutely eyes. I mean, it was -- my best description would be it was the shape of eyes, but there was no white that you have on the outside. It was all red, but you could see the black -- you could see the black around the eye, and then you could see the black -- like, I don't know my eye anatomy that well.

SEAN: So it had black pupils but red everything else?

NATALIE: Yes. Everything else was red, but you could also see, like, the outline of, like, the eyeball, the iris.

Laura and Natalie
SEAN: And did you ever tell your mother about this?

NATALIE: No.

SEAN: Did your mother ever mention anything about the house, about her experiences at the house?

NATALIE: I don't recall her ever mentioning anything to me about anything that happened at the house.

SEAN: Okay. So there was a period after your mother's death you lived with your grandmother, and then you lived with your father and your stepmother. And after that time, you came to live back at St. Helen's Avenue. And how old were you when you returned? And just give us a background on how old you were and what bedroom you were in initially and what happened there.

NATALIE: So right after my mother died, I was 12. That time when I lived there, I was in, I guess, the master bedroom, the room that had the sunporch. And I was in that room with Grandmom, like we both shared the room at the time because I believe Grandpop was still in the front, the smaller front bedroom, John was still in the other front bedroom. And so we share a bedroom for a while. I think maybe until I moved out, when I was like in eighth grade, so I was probably, like, 14 or 15 by then. And then when I went to ninth grade, I lived with my dad, and then I moved back in. I guess I was about 16 when I moved back in.

SEAN: Okay. Could you tell us about the experiences you had in the master bedroom during your first stay?

NATALIE: During the first stay, one of the earliest experiences in that room was Grandmom had her bed kind of at the wall where the door was to the sunporch. So it was the French doors there, and her bed was, like, right next to that. And in between the bedroom door and the closet door, she had bought me a day bed. And so my bed was right between those two doors because we shared -- those were the only -- because I was not sleeping upstairs.

So I shared a room with her, and we were getting up for school, and I remember Grandmom got up and she turned on her lamp on her nightstand and she was getting her robe on. And she was just getting ready to walk out the bedroom door, so that would have been at my feet, and I was laying on my side, and I opened my eyes and there's this face, like nose to nose with me, but it was, like, upside -- so, like, the eyes would be at my mouth just looking right at -- like, just like (glares at the camera). And I was like, "Grandmom! What is that right in front of me?" And she was like, "What, what?" I was like, "Grandmom, there is something right in my face." And she was like, "Just close your eyes. Just close your eyes and give it a second and open them back up and see if it's there." And so of course I did that. I was terrified to open my eyes back up. And so I did and it was gone.

SEAN: Now --

NATALIE: And she never asked me, like, what it was or anything. She was just like, okay, let's go about our day.

SEAN: So you get the sensation that she was familiar with what that face was?

NATALIE: When she said -- when she was like, "just close" -- it seemed to me that she already knew probably what it was, or she had seen it before, maybe, at some point. I don't know.

SEAN: And could you describe that face? Do you have any memory of it?

NATALIE: Not like -- I want to say it wasn't -- it didn't necessarily look like a person’s face. I mean, it had eyes, it had a nose, it had a mouth, but it did not feel to me like it was a person. I don't...

SEAN: Did you get any sort of feeling whether it had tendencies towards being male or female?

NATALIE: No. I remember maybe, if anything, it was dark -- not black eyes, but just dark eyes.

SEAN: Did you have the sensation that it was studying you or could you sense what it was thinking or what it was -- did you feel -- in other words, did you feel any intent? Do you think it intended to scare you? Did it have a positive or negative feeling?

NATALIE: The feeling I got from it was like -- like it was, like, sizing me up, I guess, would be the best in my -- I don't know.

DEBBIE: Did it smell?

NATALIE: I don't -- I don't remember any kind of smell. I just felt like it was looking at my soul. Like, I don't know. Just... Like, you know how somebody -- sometimes you feel like somebody's looking at you and they're like, looking, like, right through you, and you're like, (jumps back in seat with intake of breath) that's not... Like, it took my breath away and it was just like -- besides being terrified, it was just like, I knew I did not want it to look at me any longer because it just didn't feel right.

SEAN: So it was not a positive feeling at all?

NATALIE: No, definitely not a positive feeling.

SEAN: Did it feel malevolent?

NATALIE: I don't remember feeling, like, ill intentions or anything. But the fact -- if something's staring at you and you feel like it's, like, looking at your soul... Like, I don't think that's a positive experience.

SEAN: But in other words, it wasn't angelic, say, looking at your soul?

NATALIE: Oh, no, I did not feel any kind of angelic presence.

SEAN: Okay. Okay. So did -- so you and your grandmother never discussed that?

NATALIE: After that incident, we never discussed it.

SEAN: Wait a minute, let me go back. So you said it didn't look human. Did you feel the sensation that it was once human?

NATALIE: Probably at that time -- not knowing and understanding Biblical theology in the way I do now, at that time, I probably would have thought it was a ghost.

SEAN: Okay.

NATALIE: And I think that's probably my -- was my -- like, I thought it was a ghost but not -- like, it's no Casper, you know?

SEAN: Yes. So what would be your next experience at the house that you remember?

NATALIE: That same room, that closet would never, ever, ever stay closed, ever. And I remember even -- I remember asking Grandmom, "Where is the key?" Because they were all skeleton keys to the closet, "Where is the key to this closet?" I'd like -- because the closet freaked me out. I didn't even like looking at the closet. In fact, I sometimes still have dreams about that closet, I don't know why. So it always, like -- you close it and hear it, like, click, and then, like, you'd, like, walk out the room and come back in, and then it would be, like, open. And even when I would lock, I would lock it with the skeleton key and I'd take the skeleton key out, and it would still be open, every time.

SEAN: Did you ever see any other apparitions while you were in the room?

NATALIE: I wouldn't call it an apparition. It was darkness, which it wasn't exclusive to that room for me. It was in the shadows and you were never quite sure that you were really seeing it until you saw it, like, move as, like, a whole collective shadow.

SEAN: Now, yeah, so this shadow shape, did it have a form, would you say? Was it in a human shape or a human form?

NATALIE: I never experienced it in any kind of form. It would just kind of grow in size, like a blob.

SEAN: When it moved, did it have any sort of human or animal-like trait?

NATALIE: Not that I recall, any kind of trait like that.

SEAN: Now this shape, this shape that you would see, did it -- did it have eyes?

NATALIE: No. I never witnessed any eyes. The only time I ever saw eyes was in that closet, and it was just that one time.

SEAN: Did the shape ever approach you while you were in that room?

NATALIE: I think when I was sleeping. There's no tangible evidence or anything, but I know that when I was sleeping, especially when Grandmom and I were sharing that room -- because I would sleep and the head of that bed would be right at that closet door, that I would feel it, like, just come around. It always just felt like it was looking at me off the side. I could feel it move out of the closet and just come and sit, like, right next to me. Like, it didn't want to interact with me, it just wanted to watch me, which is creepy. I don't know which one's creepier, you know?

SEAN: So where did your grandmother move? Did she move to the front room?

NATALIE: She had moved to the front smaller room with the bowed windows. When she moved out, I think I kept my bed actually in the same spot that it was in, for some reason.

SEAN: And when you were in the room by yourself, would you say the intensity of the experience increased, decreased, or stayed the same?

NATALIE: The intensity definitely increased.

SEAN: So what happened?

NATALIE: The first memory that I have after, or at least when I was in that room by myself, happened -- it was early in the morning. And now that I'm looking back, my time line might be a little messed up. Because I think -- no, this was, like, the end of middle school for me. So we were getting up to get ready for school, and my alarm was set for 6:00 o'clock or 6:30, I had set it, but for some reason I didn't actually turn it on. After all of this happened, I realized I didn't actually turn it on. And so at the time my alarm would have gone off, all of a sudden, the bedroom door started shaking. And the bedroom door on that room, it was kind of like it was the original door and it wouldn't fit in the doorframe.

SEAN: It was kind of warped.

NATALIE: Yeah, it was, like, a little warped. So there was, like, the eye hook thing you would have to put to hold the door closed, and the door would, like, sit open. It had, like, a crack, like, so big that you could see into the hallway. And that's how the door would stay closed, because you couldn't -- it wouldn't latch in the hook or anything. So the door would always hang open.

And so around the time that my alarm was supposed to go off, all of a sudden, there was like bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam, and the door is, like, rocking back and forth. It was rocking so much, I thought it was going to come out of the hook. And at the time, this was when Mark kept having his episodes, his schizophrenic episodes, and so my first instinct was that it was Mark. Because he at the time was still living in the basement and there had been so many tries of his to rescue me and Marion and Emily from the family. So my first instinct was that it was Mark. And like, I just froze in my bed, and it was like -- and you could hear it, it was like knocking, like physical, like, knocking on the door, but the door was, like, banging back and forth at the same time. So I mean, you're like, there's somebody behind the door.

So I waited a few minutes, and then it stopped. And so I went up behind the door and I kind of, like, put my hands on it. And Grandmom always kept the lights on at the very bottom landing, so you could always see the light through the door, but this time the light was not on for some reason. And so I was like, well, what do I do? Because nobody in the house made a peep. Grandmom was sleeping on the same floor and she could hear everything. She didn't make a single peep, she didn't ask me if anything was going on. And I listened because you can hear the creaking of the steps. I was -- nobody was moving around, nobody was standing on any of the wood panels outside the door, there was nothing, it was complete silence. And it was like, here I was, like, do I open the door and see who's there or do I just sit here and wait?

So I go up to the door and I kind of, like, put my hands on the door, and I'm just sitting there for -- listening for, like, any kind of sounds to indicate there is definitely a person on the other side of this door. No creaks, no nothing. I couldn't see the light through the door, and so I was like, something is really not right. And I was like, I either open this door and my uncle's back there and he's going to try to, like, kidnap me, because, I mean, you're not banging on my door with any kind of good intention, the way that that door was moving, or I don't know what's going to be back there. You know?

So I waited and I waited, I probably waited for a good 10, 15 minutes, nobody in the house made a peep. And so I was like, you know what, forget it, I'm going to open this door and see what's going on. So I turn on all the lights in the room first, so I unlatch -- I turn on all the lights in the room first, unlatch the door, open it up, there's nobody there. And I'm like, well, okay, this is very uneventful. So I run out and I turn on the hallway light and there's nobody there, I run in the bathroom, turn that light on, I look in the closet in the bathroom, I open the door to the upstairs, there was nobody anywhere. I was like, what in the world? Like... I was like, this had to be somebody. And I mean, at the time I was like, okay, it couldn't be a ghost. But I really thought it was my uncle losing his mind trying to kill me.

SEAN: He was trying to rescue you.

NATALIE: He was trying to rescue me.

SEAN: Your uncle always had the best intent for you.*****

NATALIE: It was, it was.

Continued here: The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 12, Natalia's Tale, Pt. 2

Natalie, with her uncles Mark and John, in
the living room of 21 St. Helens Avenue
Notes:

*21 St. Helens Avenue was the original address of the house when it was built. The street name and number changed over time, but I use the original address to protect the privacy of the current owners.

**Interestingly, within the family, the biggest disagreements about the content of these interviews relate to who was in what bedroom when, not the paranormal activity itself. Family members shifted from one room to another over time. My mother, for example, slept in every room with the exception of my bedroom, the back attic. (When I left, no one ever used that bedroom again for anything.) That said, please take into account that some of these events took place forty years ago. We are all having difficulty placing them in an accurate, collective timeline.

***People did actually live under the front porch! For a while, a friend of my brother Mark stayed under there. Later, a friend of my brother John stayed under the porch. However, there was no one staying under the porch at the time of this incident.

****The previous owner, Mariam Mayfort, reportedly tumbled down the stairs from the second floor to the landing immediately prior to her death.

*****When my brother Mark was off his meds, he would become obsessed with the idea that someone was molesting his nieces. He would attempt to kidnap them from their parents in order to protect them from their would-be abusers.

Additional blogs about the haunting:
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 1, An Introduction
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 2, The House
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 3, This Is Us
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 4, Arrival
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 5, Methodology
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 6, Clara's Tale, Pt. 1
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 7, Clara's Tale, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 8, My Tale, Pt. 1
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 9, My Tale, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 10, My Tale, Pt. 3
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 11, Natalia's Tale, Pt. 1
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 12, Natalia's Tale, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 13, John's Tale, Pt. 1 
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 14, John's Tale, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 15, Come Inside!
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 16, Marion's Tale, Pt. 1
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 17, Marion's Tale, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 18, Jeanne's Tale, Pt. 1
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 19, Jeanne's Tale, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 20, Lisa's Tale
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 21, Recap, Pt. 1
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 22, Recap, Pt. 2
The Haunting of 21 St. Helens Avenue, Part 23, Recap, Pt. 3

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