Once again we have found an exciting true ghost story for you. It was reported in the Cedar Rapids (Iowa) Evening Gazette on January 24, 1887. It is reproduced here without edits:
How much a person can imagine he feels has never been demonstrated. When one enters the realm of sensation — and by that in this connection is meant “feelings occasioned by objects not material” — he is on disputed ground. The soul of man, that subtle psychological force which enables us to think and will and feel, in a word which is the man himself, has never been made plain in all its phenomena, and, perhaps, never will. Myriad of strange feelings come to us which are so inexplicable that we give up the study in disgust or rush headlong into further difficulty. Whether ghosts are the result of a diseased mind or an over “fertilized” imagination; whether a haunted house is made so by mice, and wintry winds, and splinters in the floor or not, does not matter materially in the case which is about to be related; in short, to get at the heart of this article, we have in this city a haunted house.
This italicised assertion will create a cynical smile on the visages of some of our good readers, and others will be just as emphatic to declare that there is such a thing, and that they have had similar experiences which we are about to relate. The house is on Third avenue, and the family living in it is that of a Milwaukee engineer.
The facts are about as follows:
Rumors have come to this office for the past two weeks that on said avenue in this city there is a genuine haunted house. The rumor was at first credited so the tedency which people have for gossip and the matter was laughed at, but so many people talked about it that last evening about tea time, our reporter who “spooks” around occasionaly for a morsel which flavors of something now, accompanied by a valued friend in the B.C.R. & N. employ, visited the family to hear from their lips the true story of the affair. The house is a rooty, two story structure and two families live therein. A railroad engineer and his wife occupy one part, an intelligent, quick witted elderly lady and her daughter occupy the other. In the engineer’s family are two or three children, bright, and fearless in reference to the dark, and while the latter were in the room surveying the contour of the reporter’s friend and the soft lines of facial beauty of the reporter, the elder members of the family denied all knowledge of the report. The scribe went on to say that the report had come directly to him and seeing that there was no alternative, the children were hustled out of the room and the engineer’s wife, a brave little woman, began: “Yes,” said she, “we are troubled with some strange presence in this house. I never heard till last week that it was haunted, but I thoroughly believe there is some strange power about this place. I am not in the least superstitious. Neither is grandma nor Miss – -, but we have been so annoyed by strange sensations and sounds that we leave this house this week forever, and you know that I would not move at this time of the year if I didn’t feel that sensation. It is not imagination for I am not imaginative. There isn’t a grain of belief in witchery in my make-up, but there are some of the incidents: In one room upstairs this power, be it ghost or devil, seems to have more power than in any other room. He does everthing by twos” (that shows it must be the duce), and one evening it blew out Miss –‘s light on the top of the stairs twice and the third time did not disturb it. It is as prevalent in the daytime as at night. I came down stairs one day and it apparently stepped on my dress. I jerked it away and returned to see if a lock or something did not catch my dress, and there was nothing whatever there to explain the mystery. I laughed, and said to myself that I just imagined it, and started down the second time when it caught my dress the second time. The third attempt again proved fruitless, for my dress slipped away without the slightest resistence and the power was gone. One night Miss — lay on the sofa when the same presence seemed to lift the sofa. We do not let the children know our thoughts, but they complain of strange sensations. They sleep up stairs, but at divers times have said, “Mamma, what were you doing up stairs last night? We heard you walking about,” when I was not up stairs at all, and no one else was. It is only for their sakes that we move out. They know nothing of our suspicions, and we would not talk with you when they were in the room for this reason. Our little girl slept in ‘that room’ upstairs I mentioned before, and long before we had felt these manifestations she complained of not being able to sleep there, and grew so weak and languid that we took her out of the room and she has been growing better. The same power has opened the door leading to the kitchen and closed it, and I distinctly heard footsteps leading away from the door. I investigated the matter and found nothing, and returning heard the same opening and shutting of the door, and a second search revealed nothing. It makes no sounds of groans or anything of that kind. The noises we hear are only like feet shuffling or footsteps. Once the organ was under its power, and it seemed that the organ would go to pieces, it cracked so. My husband has always laughed at me and told me it was imagination, but a few nights ago I heard the opening of the door again and awoke him. He laughed, but in a moment he felt the same chilly, heavy sensation on his arm, and was not able to move it. With his other hand he made a lunge for it, when it blew into his face. Husband arose and lighted the lamp, but nothing could be found.”
The husband assented to the above as correct to himself, and said that he could not explain the feeling, but that on that occasion he certainly felt the ‘presence,’ that it rested on his arm with such a weight that he could not lift it, and that it blew into his face.
While the reporter and the railroad friend listened, the lady’s face turned a trifle pale, and said calmy: “The ‘power’ is on my arm now; feel my hand, how cold it is.” They both did so, and it was like ice. The other hand was perfectly warm, but the one on which the ‘presence’ “sat” was like that of a corpse. As to the latter it was a fact and cannot be doubted. As to the other statements, they have existed, as facts, which may perhaps be explained in some way — how, the inhabitants cannot tell.
The history of the house is not uninteresting. It was formerly occupied by an early practicing physician in this city. It is said he was married three times, and that each of his wives died in the house. Whether the subtle presence is a spirit of one of the departed wives prancing about, resting on the arms of the inhabitants, or sitting on their knees, whether it is pure imagination in a family never superstitious and never before subjected to similar feelings, whether it is electricity or nervousness, we leave some one else to conjecture. Other families, we are told, have experienced the same feeling of sleeplessness while staying in the house.
Final thoughts for our readers today: How many times have YOU had an unexplained sensation? Do you think the phenomena of spirit or ghosts is merely an over-active imagination? Or is it more possible that in this day of modern technology, the internet, and fast-moving transportation, we are able to lock into more fleeting “sensations” because we are accustomed to the varied energies of our modern world? If the latter is the case, then it does not explain the circumstances and experiences which occurred at Cedar Rapid’s Haunted House…Until next time…carry a light with you in case you get caught in the dark.