Spooked - Petrony

Episode Date: September 14, 2020

David’s family has owned the same plot of farmland in North Carolina for over 300 years. As he gets older, he starts to realize that some family members have never really left. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray my soul will never keep the screams of those within the fire. And forget, t'was me that lit the pyre. Red pop and eat vanilla wafers. My grandfather loved him some fago red pop and vanilla wafers. I don't drink Asahi Superdry, the Japanese beer. My brother When we lived in Japan together

He would clown like he was the dude in the commercials He turned toward me Look really serious Take a long pull from his bottle And he'd say in perfectly Accented Japanese He'd say So my bidowa

Umayna We'd laugh And we laugh and we laugh And we laugh My other brother He left the barbecue love to barbecue and touch the barbecue grill

not the tongs not charcoal, not the oven mitt, not the meat demometer, I haven't touched any of it, not once. Since September 24th, 2019, and I just can't,

I can't anymore, not by myself. Besides, I'm the assistant, the sous chef, not the chef, the apron, doesn't even fit right.

But, you know, even saying this out loud right now, just saying this. He calls them back. See you, granddaddy. I see you hat cocked off to the side. I see you, brothers. See you two here in the studio. Arms draped around each other.

One holding out of sight, he's super dry beer in his hand, the other clicking them barbecue tongues. I see you. I see you. Since you're all here, you should know. I'm going to eat vanilla wafer's one day, Grandaddy, I promise. I'm going to drink Asahi soup and dry bottle after bottle after bottle even while I'm flipping burgers on the barbecue grill someday.

Someday. Not today I can't do it. Today I wish I could. I wish I could someday soon. When I'm from Washington, someday real soon. Book starts. We're headed to North Carolina to a plot of farmland that's been in David family for over 300 years, wide open skies, lush green trees, smoky blue mountains.

What's not to like? Well, I'm going to let David tell his story. This was a part of the country they call Flyover. No one wanted to live out here because in order to live out here, it meant you had to work hard. You were just a farmer. There was nothing other than farm life to you. when you came out in this part of the country, you may have come to visit,

but if you stayed longer than Sunday afternoon, you were expected to grab up a hoe or a shovel or whatever that acts and go to work. We have a 200-year-old farmhouse. It was built in 1800. It is built from hemlock and heart yellow pine. There are no nails in the house. It was built according to the time in the manner of ship building with pegs, mortis and tenon.

I grew up here, even though I'm from Raleigh, and I went to school in Raleigh and grew up there. But a lot of what I learned about life was on this farm. I used to come to see my grandfather who lived here at the time and farmed the property. I came to see him as a kid once a month or once every two months, depending on the time of the year. And then every year in the summertime, I would come and stay with him for a week or so, which was absolutely like heaven on earth. All I wanted to do was to sit in my granddad's lap and go out and play in the fields. We were like Tarzan. You know, we are always in the woods or playing or doing something.

So I loved coming down here and I look forward to it. There's nothing but good memories. here sometime around 1972 or 73 somewhere between 9 and 10 and years old and my sister would have been 12 or 13 I had come with my sister to

spend the week with my grandfather and late at night all the windows and doors would be open having no air conditioner to be a fan going and I always slept on the couch and the mosquitoes used to just feast on me. I'd wake up with lumps.

I'd look like Muhammad Ali after a fight or something. I'd have lumps all of me from being bitten. So we all would go to bed fairly early. I can remember the television shows at the time were like Dragnet and the Adam 12, an emergency, and my aunts and grandfather loved to watch those things. And after farming all day, they'd sit down and drink a Coke or a tab or a Pepsi. and my aunts might would pop up some popcorn and we'd sit around and watch the TV shows until 9.30 or 10 o'clock. And then if I wasn't already asleep, they'd turn off the lights and everybody would go to bed.

My grandfather would usually throw a quilt down in front of the door and lay down on the floor to get the breeze. My sister slept in my father's bedroom in his feather bed, and I slept on the couch. One night, we were doing that. And it was dead quiet. I mean, you've got to understand it's so quiet that the crickets are telling each other to shush. So we're all dead asleep. And I remember waking up to shrieks, just screams of terror. And it was my sister.

She was awoken from her sleep by something picking up the end of the bed and jostling it up and down, shaking her. When she woke up, she could see a gray figure or the outline of a figure against the window, but it was not anything or anyone she recognized. That was the first time that we ever, my sister and I, ever encountered anything. As a kid, I would be laying across my grandfather's bed or across my father's bed there at the house and would have the sensation of someone sticking their finger in my back. and running it up and down my spine. There's been a lot of people that died in the house. They were born in the house and died in the house. So, you know, I guess it would give you the creeps, as people say today,

but I didn't think anything of it at the time. Until 1995, in 1994, I built a house across the street from where I live now on a piece of property. father had left me when he passed away, about five acres. And if you look out the front door of that house, it has a panoramic view of the rest of the farm. The old 1800s farmhouses directly across the street, some 350 yards. I had bought four Texas Longhorn calves and put them out in a pasture. And there was a storm coming up.

And I was at the house by myself. So I go out and look at my cows to make sure that my cows didn't freak out and jump the fences and run to parts I know. And when I'm looking out of the door, this little girl runs across the front of the old farmhouse.

So I couldn't make out a lot of detail about her other than it was just a little girl. My aunt, Marie, lived in the old farmhouse. And at the time, one of my uncle's houses down the road was occupied by a family, and they just didn't have a lot of money. They didn't have a car.

And so my aunt used to let the lady use a telephone to call her relatives to come and get them to take them to the store or to do whatever. And so I kind of thought the little girl belonged maybe to that family and maybe that the mother was on the phone or visiting with my aunt. So as the storm got closer, I kept watching, and you can see the lightning off in the distance and, you know, the rolling thunder. I stood there and the little girl ran around the house, and she was just whirling and playing. And the storm started getting uncomfortably close. And I said, well, I need to go over there and find out what's going on because I may have to take these people home or to let them know, you better get home.

The storm's up, coming up. So I started walking across the street. and a little girl came whirling by a couple of times before I ever got close to the house. When I got down to the house, I never saw her come back around from the back of the house. She just kind of just went around the corner and I didn't see her anymore. So I started checking the barns to see if she was hiding in either the old wash house or maybe the old pack house or the old grading room where they used to grade tobacco and stuff like that or whether she in the house with my aunt.

And about this time, it's starting to sprinkle a little bit. And I went and opened up the front door and stuck my head in. And I said, Aunt Marie, who's this little girl playing around in the yard out here? My aunt said, what little girl? And I said, well, there's a little red-headed girl out here dressed in yellow playing in your yard. She's not in any of the barns. and I thought she may have come in the back door here. She said, no, nobody's come in.

The back door's locked, and nobody's in the house. So I backed out, and it started sprinkling a little bit heavier at the time. And so I started off to go back home. And I didn't want the little girl to get caught up in one of my electric fences or the barbed wire or anything trying to cut across the field. So I just kind of, you know, kept my eye out. And here she come, running around the end of the house. I hear this little girl.

giggling and just having the best time. As soon as I said, hey, stop, she looked at me and vaporized instantly into nothing. Midstep. Poof. Just gone. If you've ever pulled a drop cord or lamp cord out of a wall socket and touch the prongs with your finger before the connection was broken, you will know the exact feeling. did I felt. It was just like I had received an electrical shock. It just hits you, stuns you,

and you're like, okay, life as we know it is not going to be the same from this point on. And I said, well, that has to be a ghost. There ain't nothing else it could be. Now I know that they're real, because I've seen one. Now what do I do about it? Who is she? That was number one. Who is she? Number two, why is she here? And number three, is she going to hurt me or make me hurt myself? I saw her on a couple of other occasions doing the exact same thing, whirling and playing around the house.

I've been close enough to see that she did have freckles. Her hair is combed, straight back, kind of parted in the middle. It's just flowing. free for all intents and purposes. She looks like a real nine-year-old kid. I was at home. I had been in a really serious car accident. I had broken my neck.

And so I was at home recuperant from that. And I had a dog named Pete. It's an American bulldog. And he was my buddy. And I was doing a crossword puzzle in a book, watching some show on the history channel. and I heard a creaking sound on upstairs in my house. And Pete, my dog, starts growling.

He walked into the foyer. I get up out of my chair and I hobble into the foyer. And Pete is growling. And he's looking up. So with my neck and a collar, I have to come. kind of position myself and hobble around and lean back and look up. And there on the landing on the second floor of the house, looking through the pickets is a little red-headed girl.

She's staring at me. And we locked eyes. I was speechless. At one time I got enough detail of her that she was wearing like little wretched. white socks that turned up on the top that looked like buttercup flowers. She kind of stood back and stood up, took about two steps back, and she just vanished like she has every other time. I went upstairs and Pete followed me. We walked up there and I looked around to make sure that I didn't blink and she stepped off in the bedroom. While I was up there, I got a very faint

giggle. And so I came back downstairs and, you know, I'm like, oh crap, now she's in my house. You know, it's bad enough she's out in the yard and she's been bringing stuff. We figured back and forth between the houses, finding it in the yard and stuff. You know, bit some bolts and hammers and tools and things. Find them out there in the yard all the time. But now I got her in my house. I don't want her in my house. I want her out there in the yard. And she's, you know, free to play out there all she wants to, but I don't want her in my house. I didn't invite you in here. What are you doing in my house? This is my space. They're out there in that backyard. That's your space. Why are you in here? I went back and opened up the front

door, went back to my chair, picked up my book, and went back and continued my puzzle, determined to try and go on with normalcy. It was been about a about, a year and a half after I broke my neck. It was about 9.30 quarter to 10. I laid down on my couch to take a nap. I felt crummy. Anybody that's got dogs, cats, children, nosy roommates have all awoke to somebody standing there at the side of your bed

staring at you. So I'm laying there on the couch and I get this sensation. I kind of thought it might be Pete. Okay, but Bulldogs snore. Then Pete was typical. You know, he's over there snoring, so it ain't Pete. So I cracked my eye and I looked to the right. And there at my back door, standing on my back deck with her hands cupped around her face,

looking in my back door, little red-headed girl. She just standing there looking in. she's out on the deck and I just kind of swing my feet over and I sat on the couch and I stood up and I was going to walk over there and kind of looked back at her

and when I did she just stood back up straight and stepped back a step or two and just boom gone disappeared so that got me to thinking okay you Now we're having some reactions back and forth here more than I want.

And so I'm going to have to do something about I don't know what to do at this point. I didn't want my wife to say we got to sell this house and leave. This is my family farm. I don't want to be run off of my farm or my property by something that's not supposed to be. be there that half the world doesn't believe is there in the first place. I got on the computer and I started looking up ways to get rid of ghosts in your house. I was just looking for some kind of idea, you know, I'm not too much into that type of stuff, you know, people come up with all kinds of wacky stuff.

But so I'm looking for an idea that's something simple to try. and I found out by looking up that a saging ceremony, basically you recite some a couple of psalms and passages from the Bible while you burn green sage. Well, I got sage that grows on this farm all over the place naturally. I don't have to go to some get rid of the ghost store and buy it. I mean, I can just walk out of my backyard and pull it right up out of the ground.

So I went out and I pulled me up some. I said, I'm going to try that. We'll see. What can't it hurt? So I tried it. And I basically told them, you know, they're welcome to stay in the yard. Play all you want. You can have the old house back there.

That's where you lived. Play all you want. Live there. That's your space. This is my space. You stay out of my space. Because if you don't, I'm going to bring some space.

somebody in here and we're going to send you through the light. So, wherever you're still here, if you're happy, stay out of the house. Since that day, I have not seen anybody in the house. I have not seen her on the back deck peering into windows. She is not knocked on the back door. I have not found any of my nuts and bolts, screwdrivers, pliers, hammers, laying in the yard. She hasn't done anything to

alert me to her presence mischievously since that day. I had no idea who it could be. I always thought it was somebody in the family. I always have because the house has never belonged to anybody

other than my family members. I decided that I might be able to to get some answer to that if I got connected with the right group of people or, you know, paranormal investigation team or whatever to come out, I might be able to find out some answers to those questions. I got connected with the group Inspire Out of Raleigh. They came out and did an investigation, and I sat all of them down on the couch in my living room and I explain to every one of them. You're not coming to tell me whether my house is

haunted or not. I will tell you that it is. What you're here to do is you're here to tell me your experiences and we're going to try to find out who and why. They brought a couple of people with them, just George and Nikki and another girl. The girl was described to me as a pagan or wicken. She had a little thing like dowsing that she did. She had a couple of depleted radioactive rods. They had little balls on the end of them.

They were bent in 90-degree angles. They were probably a foot and a half long. She had two glass tubes in the little felt-line bag. that she in box, she kept them in. And even in the daylight, when she pulled them out to show me, they were glowing a purplish green color. They were glowing, not just painted or colored that way.

They were admitting an aura that you could put them against your hand and see a shadow or light off of them. She held the glass tubes in her hand, and she put the little rods in there, and she would hold them as still as possible. So she said, You can walk around in the yard and in the house with me, and you can ask questions in the air,

and if there's any spirits around, we'll, you know, if we tell them to point these balls to the front for yes, to the back for no, then we'll stand there and you can ask these questions, and maybe they'll come up and do it, and we'll get some answers that way. I asked her if the little red-headed girl was present, and I got a positive response to it.

it. So at that point, I started throwing out questions. So we walked around in the yard for a while, and I probably asked about 30 questions. The questions that I asked, only I need the answer to. I didn't get any wrong answers. Oh, I'm smiling. I'm smiling. I mean, I'm like, okay, well, now, this is getting pretty good. So, you know, I don't want to run. I don't want to make whatever here is tired of answering questions, so I'm going to just throw out, is your name questions, knowing that red-haired people ran on my grandfather's side of the family and the little girl has red hair, I started naming his sisters. Is your name Leona?

Is your name Petroni? I'm standing there looking at the lady holding her hands, not moving and in it. inch, not flinching, and I didn't blink, and the dadgum things went positive. Petronia. My grandfather's sister, oldest sister, was named Petronia. She had red hair. She had lived in the house. She was born there, and she died there in the front bedroom.

The same bedroom that I got touched in, the same bedroom that my grandmother died in that bed. She died in that same room. So I've got a name now, Petronia. So this was like the 30th question that I had asked, and I had gotten 30 correct answers to it. So I put a lot of weight in that. There's no way possible that she could hit on this many rye. If she were that lucky, I would have took her to Vegas.

She hit it dead on. And I believe Petronia was there with us in the yard. I didn't see her, but I know she was. was there. Petronia had something called Pellegra, which is a condition, a lack of niacin in your diet, which comes from corn. And that's actually what ended up killing Petronia was she refused to eat niacin-rich foods. It caused her blindness as well as other conditions that she had. we always wanted to know why is a lady who died

when she was 42 years old showing up as a nine or 10 year old or 8 to 10 year old in the backyard and according to the Ryan Research Center that's not unusual it's not unusual that a lot of times people manifest themselves at a time when they were the happiest

in their life and we happen to know that Petronia was probably happiest in her life around the age of 10 because she started going blind at 11 and by that time she was a teenager she was totally blind.

I never met her in real life. She died in 1922. The people that I would most like to meet are the ones that I knew in life because I miss them. They're gone. They're my family. If I could pick,

I'd love to be able to go back and go get me a book at a chicken and go back and sit on the front porch with my granddad and my family and, you know, and have family time with them again. It's unique to have a 200-year-old haunted house in your backyard, and it just so happens that it's a family heirloom, and some of the heirlooms that are in and are family members. Thank you, thank you, David, for sharing your story with the spooked. Big, big love to you, and big love to Patroni, the original school.

for that story was by Jordan Wallace who was produced by Spook correspondent Greta Weber as that was just one step on this dark path more encounters, more premonitions, more monsters await real stories

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