Reader Submission: Haunting in Warminster, Pa

I received the following email that describes frightening paranormal activity and a call out for help and advice. I have recommended our services at Spirit Rescue International. Irene Allen-Block has added her guidance and suggestions below:

Dear Lon, I am writing to you in hopes that within the Phantoms & Monsters community there will be someone with information to help in attaining a peace within my friends home. My name is (refer as 'T') and I am a Parakenetic or PK, although it is an older term it is one that I prefer. In brief I can hear, see and communicate with spirits and have been able to do so ever since I was about 5 years old. I must mention now a detail which will become important later and that is my ability to hear the spirits. I hear them constantly! The voices sound as if a large group of people are chatting all at once in a room next to me. I get better 'reception' in certain places and when I am asked to help with a haunting it sometimes takes a few minutes to 'tune in' to the correct voice or voices. The sound has never left me since the day it started, never. Sometimes I can see faces, sometimes clothes and other times nothing can be seen but the sound always remains. Always that is until last night which is why I am writing this now.

I was called in to help in a haunting and walked into a situation for which I was ill prepared but I will explain that in a bit. For now, let me tell you about the property's occupant, I can not reveal his name or exact location for two reasons. The first reason is due to basic discretion and in keeping my friend's privacy and the second reason being that the home is a rental property and I don't want to ruin the owners chance of renting the property in the future. That being said, allow me now to explain the situation at hand. Over the summer my friend K, as I will call him, moved from a very expensive highrise apartment in Philadelphia to a quiet, modest home in Warminster, PA. The house has an "old farm house" feel with a fair amount of ground surrounding it and it seems to date from late 1800's to early 1900's, I wouldn't put it any later than the 1930's but we are looking into the actually date. The house has a semi finished basement, kitchen, living room, dining room (all on the main floor), a full bath, 2 bedrooms (on the second floor) and an attic which is accessed from the master bedroom. I know the homes occupant,K, through a mutual friend who happens to be in a band with K. The mutual friend, now known as C, brought the house and its activity to my attention shortly after K moved in.

C mentioned that while the band practiced in the basement a form could be seen at the bottom of the steps. After seeing this on a few occasions C finally said to K "Have you ever seen anything down here? Because I've been seeing something out of the corner of my eye by the steps" Well K almost jumped out of his skin with shock because he had, in fact, been seeing a shadowy figure on the basement steps, a variety of noises through out the night and a near constant feeling of being watched. In K's words "The house by day is fine but when it gets dark, its a whole different story".

On two occasions I was suppose to do what I call a "walk-thru" to get a feel for the house and the entity or entities that may or may not be present. When someone calls me with a problem I only ask for the basics like when did it start and has it been aggressive. I always stop people from telling me to many specifics like "Oh the room at the top of the steps is the worse" or my favorite "Just wait till you go down the basement!" My reasons are simple, if I am legitimately a psychic, which I am, then I should be telling you where the activity is. If I somehow know what and where things are happening without being told that information and with out having any means of previous knowledge then I must be legit and not some charlatan out for money! Which comes to the next point, I don't charge for my services. I have accepted gifts like candles, herbs and even a bottle of wine on one occasion but no money. Any way, on both previous occasions something came up and I was unable to go to the house. Then last night C texted me saying that the entity was now becoming physical, K was totally freaked out and took pictures and wanted to know if I was willing, that he, C, would drive me out to the house that evening (Thursday, January 12). I agreed, made the necessary arrangements and left my house after seeing the pictures in question. I have attached the photos so you can look at them for yourself.

On Wednesday evening (January 11th) K, who was in the living at the time, heard a huge bang coming from the basement. He jumped when he heard it and as he headed for the basement he tried to think of what might have occurred; was it the sub-pump turning on? no this noise was too loud, perhaps some piece of band gear toppled over? highly unlikely. When he got to bottom of the basement steps he froze because there on the floor was a large red stain and the concrete floor had cracked! The basement photos show what looks like a blood splatter and blue cracks in the concrete flooring, neither were there before Wednesday evening and further the dust from the concrete had settled in the cracks not around the cracks as it would appear if something heavy fell from above. Sometime later K went upstairs and found more damage. The dresser photo shows deep gouges in the wood, again this damage was not there before Wednesday evening. What is not pictured is, beside the gouges in the top of the dresser, the top knobs of the dresser were loose (one is now stripped) and the two Native American Dream Catchers, which hung on each knob, were thrown across the room in opposite directions. On a side note, the dresser knobs can ONLY be unscrewed from INSIDE the drawer.

Although I knew this entity had crossed over from an passive observer to a more physical aggressor I did not go in armed with such basics as salt and Sacred Water (I'm Wiccan not Christian). My reason was simply that I didn't want to piss the entity off anymore then it already was, boy was that a mistake! When C and I arrived K was standing at the front door, waiting, we parked behind the house and almost immediately C got out of the car and headed towards a back door. My first thought was "What is he doing, K is standing at the front of of the house?" But then I noticed that C was looking in the windows next to the back door. Before I could ask C explained that K had no access to that door or the rooms contents, it could be accessed from the outside of the property. The area was used as a sort of utility room by the property's owner and never in the near 6 months coming to the house has C ever seen the light on. Once inside things really got weird.

First of all there was no sound, neither physical or otherwise. I have NEVER experienced such silence, as I've stated earlier I have been listening to the Spirit World since I was 5 years old and I am now in my 40's. K also commented about how the lack of sound is very disconcerting, K likens it to being in a vacuum because despite the fact that he has numerous appliances running (a fan, refrigerator, computer etc.) there is no evidence of an electrical hum in the house. The only way to truly grasp what I speak of is to think of your own home when there is a power outage and the ensuing silence. The living room "felt" fine as far as paranormal energy goes so I moved on to the dining room. At this point I began to feel a heaviness, like a pressure moving in around me. I moved through the kitchen and found a door next to the refrigerator "Is this the basement?" I asked, "Yeah" was K's only response. The three us stood there for a moment until finally C decided to lead the way, I followed with K following behind me. Mind you this is K's house and he didn't want to go down the basement first! About half way down the steps the pressure began to pick up along with a very distinct feeling of someone pushing my shoulders, first the left side then the right. Once in the basement we looked at the stain on the floor, clearly it looks like a blood splatter/spray and as if something, bleeding was dragged across the floor. There is nothing nearby that could have caused the red color and there is very little room to drag anything (the area of the stain is a narrow walk-space between the landing and the main area of the basement). The feeling in the basement was unbelievable. Usually I would have touched the stain but in all honesty I felt that if I got on the floor I would never get off of the floor again. It felt as if all the air was being suck out of the room mixed with a feeling of pain and fear that I could not identify. After a few minutes I went up stairs to the living room, where the front door was still open, for a much needed moment of peace listening to the traffic and the rain outside. Next we headed up stairs, once again K refused to lead the way and boy do I regret the decision to follow them up!

That same feeling of fear, dread really, and pain started to increase along with the pressure which I now realized was more a feeling of suffocation more then anything else. I made it to the landing, took all of three steps into the master bedroom and almost passed out, I literally had to grab the door jamb for support. K and C walked over to the dresser while K pointed out all the scratches and gouges I stood by the door. There was an area by the back of the room, directly across from where I was standing, that seemed darker then the rest of room. I soon realized that there was a door there which lead to the attic and the space right in front of the door seemed to be growing darker as I watched! Just as I was beginning to wonder if I was really loosing consciousness or if something was materializing, K looks at me and asks "Are going to pass-out?". I took a deep breath and simple said "I need to get out of here', "Did you want to see the attic?" K asked. "No, I most certainly do not want to see the attic." I responded as I walked out of the room. As I headed towards the steps I heard K laugh and say to C "I didn't want to see the attic either."

Once downstairs C went to his truck for his phone and I stepped outside for some fresh air. We came back inside to discuss the matter while we listened to a variety of noises which seemed to come form multiple places in the house at the same time or with in a second or two between noises (pops, taps, footsteps, a couple of slams). K went on to explain that the attic, no matter what time of the day, is a constant source of uneasiness and that the sounds sometimes wake him up during the night. C then went into the dining room where K's computer is located and started doing a search of the property. Despite the lack of communication from the entity/entities, I could still sense that the energy was VERY old and was attached to the property more than the house itself. With in a few minutes C finds some very interesting information online, Apparently there was a rather intense Revolutionary War battle fought within very close proximity of K's home. Somewhere between County Line Road and Street Road the Battle of Crooked Billet was fought where now lies Lacey Park named for Brigadier General Lacey, who led the American Militia in Warminster. The battle was a total defeat for the Americans, who were surprised while still in bed, by the English and Hessian troops. Not only was the Pennsylvania Militia surprised, they were also out number 2 to 1 and low on supplies. The Militia retreated and when they returned to collect the dead and see who might have been taken prisoner they were met with a gruesome find. There, at the battle site, the Militia found the bodies of the fallen Americans some were covered in straw and set on fire, according to several inquest testimonies there was evidence that some soldiers were alive when the fires were set. Other victims were slashed with swords and bayoneted far beyond what was needed to kill, let alone stop, a man. While C and K continued to research and discuss their findings my feeling of passing out was joined by a new, slightly more tolerable sensation, of extreme nausea. Needless to say I didn't stay too much longer.

K contacted me today to say that his television shut off twice after we left and the light in utility room at the back of the property was off when he left for work this morning. I plan on returning tonight to attempt to communicate with the entity/entities. I would rather communicate and try to make peace then be a bully and demand the entity/entities to leave. I am hoping that others out there may have information on the battle or the members of the Pennsylvania Militia who perished there. I now know that there is a marker near by but only 6 names are mentioned on the marker. The name Wilkes/Wilkenson was the only sound from the house as I was leaving late last night. Thank you for listening and I will keep you posted. T

Irene Allen-Block answers: Her best bet is to try and find out exactly what tragedy happened there - what opened this doorway up. But she must not try to tackle this herself. She is completely off-track with what she believes it to be.

Also I would advise that if it gets any worse he gets out and stays with his friend for the night.

Stop having the band in the cellar - the band playing is creating energy and this thing is being drawn to it...I don't mean the music!

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