It started small at first: a door left open that I thought was closed, a bath fully drawn when no one was home. Occasionally I would hear footsteps in the house when I was alone, phantom voices speaking while I worked. As the frequency of these occurrences increased, I could only come to one conclusion: Birchwood House is haunted. The spectral residents of the house have made their presence known, but not their identity. During the month of June, I endeavored to capture some evidence of their spectral presence on film. Being possessed — isn’t that an odd choice of phrase? — of only one camera, I was forced to relocate periodically to capture record of most of the activity. Still, by spending an hour or two a night in each post, I was able to gather some evidence in each of the most active parts of the house: the upper hallway, the dining room, and the kitchen.
Mirrored from: Living Outside the Lines