The House is built

New Windsor, Maryland is an old town. Its history dates back to the late eighteenth century.

I had my house built four years ago on the outskirts of town. It was built on an acre of land located on the eastern side of Hawks Hill, a gentle rolling hill that overlooks a small valley containing 500 acres of corn field and is slowly being turned into a limestone quarry on the north end by the evil concrete company Lehigh. Thankfully, I will still have a view of a corn field for at least ten more years.

When our house was being built during the winter of 2003, Holly and I would drive up to New Windsor from Glen Burnie just to see how the house was shaping up. It magical seeing the construction transform from a concrete foundation to framed walls to siding to a completed house.

On an unseasonably warm January day, Holly and I brought my parents to the construction site to show my parents the house for the first time. At that point the walls were still only framed out and the floors were still plywood, but you could tell it was a house.

We pulled up the driveway and went in via the garage, which had no door on it yet. As we were mounting the steps from the garage into the kitchen, we all heard someone walking on the second floor directly above us. They were heavy steps, like boots. But they weren't fast footsteps, like someone who was trying to find an escape route - and we made plenty of noise coming into the site. No, the walking was slow and determined, like something with all the time in the world.

I went upstairs with my dad, but no one was there. We all sort of blew it off at the time. I think as a group we decided some local teen was upstairs and escaped out one of the windows. But the jump was too high from the second floor, and all the windows were shut save for one, which was only cracked. In their haste, someone wouldn't re-shut the window to that size of an opening. In retrospect there really was no logical reason for the sounds of the boots.

But I now realize that:

1. This was our first ghost encounter with this house


2. This happened during daylight hours


3. My house was not even built yet and it was haunted.

So why am I exposing to the world what's going on in my house? I guess because I'm pissed off. I'm pissed because if I dare stay awake more than 10 minutes after the lights go out at night, I will start to hear things moving around in my room, like someone walking softly on the carpet. I will hear things being moved, picked up, softly put down. It's terrifying.

Hopefully someone out there will see this information and will be able to provide some insight into what's going on.