We moved nine years ago. The house--and our family-- had a lot of serious problems: electrical, flooding, home appliances, seizures, burns, and illness. After a few years of repeated bad luck, my little girl began complaining to me about the "children in the yard". I never saw them and would have dismissed it as imagination, but our dog seemed to sense a presence too and would react accordingly. I have psychic friends who were able to clue me in on the "other" residents of our house. The most frequent visitor was a little boy, who wanted to play with my daughter. He hated the dogs and has been chased through the house on several occasions. Then he started speaking with my daughter… his name is Johnny Jones. He was from the Midwest, way back in the pioneer days. He died as a child. But his mom gave him a horse as a kid…named Mary. Others are here as well: an old practical joker, workers, and (to our good fortune) a great-great grandfather to help us through all these tough times. We have used our psychic connection to communicate, so we know many of their stories. One is "the little boy". I think he is very lonely and seems content with us here. I should be frightened of seeing or hearing such things, but they don't bother me. After all this time, it almost seems normal, so I'm always a bit surprised when new friends visit with trepidation. I'm glad the word has gotten out about our place though. We're glad to have our spooks take care of the trespassers and nosy neighbors for us!

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