The old Del Monte owned farm house was just perfect for a growing family.  Dad took a job as a combine operator in the summertime and worked in the local cannery in the winter time.  Del Monte took my father into their "family" which benefited ours. nbsp; Directly before I was born my family moved into the big red house at the end of a quarter mile long driveway.

Odd things began happening right away.  My mother would go past an attic room and feel a cold breeze.  It was uncomfortable for her and gave her goosebumps.  Quite a feeling of unease that she stopped going upstairs at all.  After a while she had to setup a room upstairs for my brother to make way for my arival.  She walked past the attic door.  For some reason it was open.  Since she had not been upstairs for two months she could not figure out why it would have been open.  The house was old, having been built in the early 1890's, and the door may have just not been closed all the way.  Mom reached in to close the door and a movement caught her attention.  As she turned to see what her peripheral vision had detected she saw a man.  He was swinging from a noose in the middle of the room.  Needless to say she left in fear and did not return upstairs until dad got home.  He investigated to find nothing out of place in the attic room.

Several years went by and mom would report eerie happenings in our home.  She would hear scraping noises coming from the attic, the spices and condiments in the kitchen would rearrange themselves.  She would find the chairs pulled out when she had pushed them in.  One night, lying in bed, she heard the distinct sound of what she described as hob-nail boots walking across the room my brother was now using as his own.  This was odd because the floor in his room had a rug in it from the door to the bed.  She would not have heard the sound of the boots on a wood floor.  When she went to investigate she found that the rug had been shoved in, right up to my brother's bed!  She immediately took my brother from the room.

Verle, my brother, was all for sleeping in his own room and so, unbeknownst to my mother, he went back in there.  Again my mother heard the sound of the hob-nail boots on wooden floor although she had fixed the rug and tacked it down on the edges to keep it in place.  This time when she went to see she found the rug had been pulled up from the tacks and it was rolled up and right against the bed.

Right after that we moved out of the house.  I don't believe it was because of fear, but because Del Monte wanted the land to turn it to field.  The story of Hait house moved with us.  This was not the last supernatural experience that our family lived through, but we did live through them, here I am as proof.