My New Home

I only have this story. I recently moved and my new house is haunted. I rather enjoy it. I have seen three spirits so far. The first one was an elderly man around 70 years of age. He was wearing an old army/soldier uniform, with a dark black trench coat over it, he had a small beard, and he was almost transparent. I was sitting in my room unpacking and I saw him walk across our porch, I thought I was just imagining things and let it go without saying anything to anyone, I saw him the next day and the next. This went on for about a month, just everyday, I would see this man walk across the porch in front of my window. We had been doing remodeling on our house, as it was one of the oldest houses in our area. We were taking out an area of the wall and we found an area where it was some sort of hidden room. There was one boarded window, and one shelf. As if a closet at the end of a long hallway. On the one very dusty shelf there was a couple black and white photos, one of which had the man i had seen with a woman. There was also many packs of cocaine individually wrapped. Along with antidepressant pills and the bottle they came in, luckily they had the date they were prescribed on them. They were from 1909. I kept seeing him everyday and to this day I see him just walk across the porch and stop at the end and stare, then fade.

I went to my local library and found a book about 2 inches thick about my house and all the people living there. There was the soldier that I saw and a couple women. One being his daughter, and one his wife; it said that he viciously murdered his daughter and didn't tell anyone, but of course his wife knew and had actually seen him hurt, torture and kill her, and she just stood there and didn't even try to stop him, but in those days a wife had to obey her husband. He then turned on his wife when he thought she was having a secret affair. It had said that he cut and carved her up so that if just by chance she escaped, she would have to live with it forever, however she did not escape. After killing both of them he killed himself, by a simple overdose of cocaine, and pills. So I had his demise in a bottle and in little packages on my shelf in my house. Needless to say I burned them along with everything else I found on that shelf. I stopped seeing him walk across the porch everyday last Thursday, January 15th. It was his 100th year anniversary of his death and is victims.