Bringing Back Sligo

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• Silver Linings

  Posted at 9:53 am by Lauren Tepaske, on February 23, 2020

  The other night I had a dream that left was right and right was left.  The next day I got in the car and turned on Waze and as Cookie Monster told me to “turn left” I, for a split second, wasn’t sure which direction that was.  I think my sister-in-law was correct when she surmised that it was a metaphor for my life right now.  I am feeling very frazzled and very much not myself but it will fade; it isn’t an altogether alien feeling as it happens every time we move.

  The house is slowly coming together but it’s taking time to get through 12 crates worth of household goods.  How is it possible that a family of four accumulated so much crap that it took 12 crates to store it all?  I’ve been going room by room and donating, consigning, recycling, throwing away, or putting aside for a future yard sale.  All of this has to be done while the girls are in school because A. They would want to reclaim the things I’m trying to get rid of and B. They would stress me out with their mere presence and having to parent.

  As I go through our boxes I realize the biggest hoarder is Marcus which is funny because he’s always giving me flack for buying “stuff.”  The difference is, I consign or donate the things I no longer want whereas he keeps EV-ERY-THING and just stashes it.  I’m talking things from high school and college.  I asked him to go through his stuff and set aside whatever he might not want anymore and he gave me three items.  So, he has two giant boxes of clothes and another, slim box stashed under the bed to my one box of clothes in need of a dresser.  This doesn’t even touch on the random cords, CDs, and documents that accounted for the last few boxes I opened.

  With all that said, there have been a few silver linings within the last few weeks, my favorite being Mr. White (hi, Mr. White!).  Mr. White is the grandson of Tonstal and Annie Scott who worked for the Shannon family at Sligo.  He was the first person who contacted me when I asked the Shannon Airport to please pass on my information and who gave me Mrs. Scott-Johnson’s (his cousin) information.  Anyway, long story short, Mr. White contacted me about a week after we moved in because he had read my previous blog lamenting our lack of mirrors.  He had two, door length mirrors in his basement that were never used and he wanted to give them to us because “A woman needs a mirror!”  Mr. White, I hope you’re reading this because your kindness filled my heart with such joy and I’m once again astounded at how this crazy thing called the Internet has put me in touch with some of the nicest, most genuine people.  Along with the mirrors, Mr. White also gave me a picture of his grandfather that I plan to frame and put in a bookcase along with my other Sligo memorabilia.

  

  Mr. Tonstal Scott, circa 1950s.

   

   

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• The Big Move

  Posted at 9:39 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on February 13, 2020

  We are finally living at Sligo.  It’s hard to believe that approximately 18 months ago we walked through a house that was absolutely unlivable.  I, and my girls, had a hard time seeing what Marcus saw in the house.  All we could see were the vines growing through the broken windows, the graffiti, and the piles of things left behind.  But, it turns out, after 18 months of not having a home of our own the change was easier than we expected.

  Both of the girls have been enjoying having their own room.  I already knew this about the two of them but, it turns out the oldest is a bit of a slob and the youngest is neat and particular about her things.  It’s almost as if they’re miniature versions of Marcus and me.  Almost.

  Axel is feeling a bit neglected because I have been so focused on unpacking the house that we haven’t been for a run together.  With that said, he has one and a half acres to romp on and an old hound dog buddy to keep him company so he isn’t too bad off.  Lasagna the kitty seems to be doing well and I’m secretly hoping that she may lose a little weight going up and down the stairs.  You can frequently find her sitting next to the girls at the kitchen table, sleeping in random comfy spots around the house, or bird watching.  She even seems to have accepted Axel as her frenemy and while she still lets him know who’s boss she doesn’t run away as frequently.

  Marcus is stressed only because I have a “Honey-do” list and he’s set to go on travel for two weeks soon.  I don’t think it’s asking too much that he hang curtains before he leaves so that we have a little more privacy.  With that said, I’m trying to really prepare him for the cost of curtains for roughly 9 foot high windows.  That will probably be what causes him to really regret this whole adventure; the cost of curtains.

  My stress levels are slowly dwindling as the house becomes unpacked.  This hasn’t been without it’s share of mishaps such as leaving my purse and purchases at random places and doing laundry with fabric softener (which I thought was detergent) for the past two weeks.  Today, I had some errands to run and decided to pretend like I cared about my appearance and did my makeup using a little handheld mirror (because we don’t have mirrors yet and I think we’ll definitely have curtains before we have mirrors).  After speaking with our general contractor I got in the car and took a look in the rear view mirror.  Much to my dismay I realized I had applied my lipstick like a five-year old and looked an absolute fright.  So, lessons learned here are check for my belongings before leaving, check the labels on laundry detergent, and care less about what I look like when I run errands because at this moment there’s either just rolled out of bed chic or crazy spinster/cat lady chic and there doesn’t seem to be anywhere in between.

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• Happy New Year, 2020!

  Posted at 9:44 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on January 1, 2020

  Yes, I owe a second part to the story of the Civil War at Sligo.  The folder with the information has been sitting next to the bed for the past month and all I’ve done with it is move it to various other places next to the bed.  First, though, I wanted to say a little something about 2019 and the hopes for 2020.

  This past year has been one big stress ball for us.  I have no qualms with sharing any of this because for me, writing about it is therapeutic.  So, where to begin?  I’m pretty sure I’ve gained at least 10 pounds due to an insatiable sweet tooth that appeared out of nowhere, not to mention I’ve changed my hair more times than I can count and I’m pretty sure both of those things are coping mechanisms.  We have two little girls who barely know how to brush their teeth let alone express their emotions appropriately which causes stress and as a result Marcus’s and my relationship experiences it’s own stress (though I haven’t drafted up those divorce papers yet so we’re good).

  I won’t even go into the financial stress of a project like this because I am sure you can assume what it might take to bring a 130 year old home up to current standards but we have high hopes that once we move-in and are able to start generating an income from the basement apartment and the Cottage that it won’t be too bad.  Although I keep telling folks that we’ll be living in a gorgeous house sitting on bean bags and everyone laughs but I’m being quite serious.  Actually, I take that back.  Bean bags and milk crates will be what we use.

  Another big stressor is the amount of time we’ve not been in our own place.  Two Christmases have come and gone as we occupy two rooms and in an attempt to not completely overtake my mom’s house Marcus’s and my bedroom is, well, stressful especially for someone like me who can’t stand clutter and disorganization.  Marcus hasn’t helped that situation much because somehow two giant TVs have appeared along with a few more cardboard boxes that I don’t recognize nor understand their purpose.  He would probably tell you about my oh so slight furniture hoarding problem that has taken over my mom’s garage but in my defense I got those things at a bargain.

  In the end though we’re doing OK.  We’re all looking forward to being able to move into the house (although I still go to bed with random worries like whether or not my girls will be too scared to use the potty in the middle of the night because I know I will be).  For the year 2020 I can only hope that we are able to make the transition out of my mom’s house without having left too much of a mark on her belongings (because we’ve caused a little bit of damage here and there).  I hope the girls will be able to settle-in to their new home and enjoy the property.  As it stands they’ve already been having a grand time running around the 1.5 acres plus the adjoining park.  I hope Marcus will be less stressed and we can get back to our random Sundays of accidentally getting drunk while working on a project.  I hope I can make the transition of not living with my mom and having her help for the days when the girls have after-school activities and Marcus is on travel.  Most importantly, I hope the house herself is ready for us because we bring two active and creative children, an especially active dog, an especially lazy cat, and of course, Marcus and I.

  

  Rey on the left and Princess Leia on the right (in case you couldn’t tell).  I think Sligo will be happy to keep these two entertained.

   

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• The Battle of Fredericksburg at Sligo Part I

  Posted at 9:55 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on December 15, 2019

  As we all know writing about military battles, people, etc. is not my forté.  There’s something about reading the specifics of battles that make my eyes go cross and I quickly lose interest.  This is not to say that I don’t love history because clearly I do.  I think it has to do with the abundant use of cardinal directions and military terms such as “flank” which I think means rear because that’s what it means in most other circumstances but I could be wrong.  I digress.  The point is, I’m going to make an attempt to write about the Battle(s) of Fredericksburg at Sligo and the Ferneyhough family who would have been the occupants at that time.

  The Battle of Fredericksburg took place from the 11th through the 15th of December, 1862 and I made the judicious decision to go ahead and skip to the end because you all who are Civil War history buffs will absolutely scream in rage if I try and write anything more.  So, in the end it was a decidedly Confederate victory as the Union faced problems almost from the beginning when the pontoon bridges necessary to cross the Rappahannock did not arrive in time.  One interesting tidbit related to the Battle of Fredericksburg is that it was the first battle to take place in an urban environment in the history of the United States and, despite the urban setting (and the looting by the Union), there were only four civilian deaths reported during this time.

  A few years back we lived on Sunken Road and planned a Christmas party to introduce our friends to our second newly born and to say “good bye” as we were getting ready to move to Jacksonville, North Carolina (aka, the “Armpit of America” but ask me how I really feel).  Without realizing it we had planned our party for the same day as the 150th anniversary as the Battle of Fredericksburg.  Let me tell you, you know you live in a special town when you look out your window and can witness an entire reenactment taking place as you down your wine in a red solo cup (because we keep it classy).

  

  I wasn’t sure if I should tell them I had a GPS that might help them find their way…

   

  I digress, again.  You guys need to help me stay on track.  Anyway, it turns out, December 1862 was not the first, or last, time Fredericksburg would be witness to the horrors of war.  In the spring of 1863, the Chancellorsville Campaign began (“campaign” meaning something different from “battle” and which I have yet to figure out)  and which encompassed a second battle at Fredericksburg.  Considering the location of Sligo (just south of the city and directly on the Rappahannock) it should come as no surprise that the Ferneyhoughs were in the thick of the fighting from the first battle of Fredericksburg and on…

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• A Progress Report

  Posted at 1:43 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on December 13, 2019

  Yikes!  Why didn’t someone tell me it has been six weeks since I last wrote a blog post…and even then it wasn’t much of a post.  I was planning on writing something about the Civil War in Fredericksburg and how it affected the Ferneyhough family at Sligo but maybe I’ll take a minute to catch everyone up on how things are progressing at the house.

  In November we had an open house tour given by the Historical Fredericksburg Foundation, Inc. (HFFI).  About 100 people showed up and, I think, all were delighted with the tour and the state of the house.  My mother-in-law went on the tour hoping to go “incognito” which she was for all of two seconds and then she was accosted by my girls screaming “Grammy! Grammy!”  Regardless, she was absolutely thrilled with the tour given by HFFI which included historical aspects of the home and surrounding area, the families that have lived in it, and our plans for the future of the house.  I enjoyed meeting some of the folks at the end of the tour and even learned some new information about Sligo.  For instance, the property wasn’t on city water until the early 1980s.  I was surprised at that.  I also learned that General Thomas Posey and his second wife, Mary Alexander, likely might have lived at the property as when Mary Alexander’s first husband passed away he would have left his estates to the children.

  Over these last few months the progress on the top two floors of the house has progressed rapidly.  The bathrooms are all but complete and the bedrooms have been painted and light fixtures installed.  On the first floor the kitchen still has some work until completion but that is because one cabinet was damaged in transit and one cabinet not delivered at all.  We have made decisions on just about everything else such as light fixtures for the downstairs rooms and the appliances for the kitchen.

  In the basement the apartment is starting to take shape.  The walls for the bathroom are up and the  windows are being repaired.  The brick has been repointed and where there were dirt floors is now cement.  The HVAC system, which is the same mini split system as on the top two floors, has been installed and electrical wiring is run.  The addition of insulation in the ceiling has given the basement a more cozy feeling and while its still a little dark and scary it won’t be for long.

  The grounds are in desperate need of work but until the trucks are done driving in and out it seems rather pointless to try and do anything.  Also, its cold and currently its raining and I have a sleeping pooch next to me so the last thing that sounds like fun to me right now is yard work.  Also, did I mention how many times I got poison ivy this past summer just by looking at the yard?  No less than five times and all of varying degrees of intensity.

  We are hoping to move into the house by January which we are all ready for.  I never would have guessed we would still be living with my mom nearly 1.5 years later.  She probably didn’t expect that either.  Sorry, mom.

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• Tour Sligo with HFFI

  Posted at 5:07 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on October 31, 2019

  If you’re local (or not) and read the blog you may be interested in an event the Historic Fredericksburg Foundation, Inc. (HFFI) is hosting at Sligo on November 16th.  A few months ago I was approached by a member of the foundation to see if we would be interested in allowing folks to see Sligo during the renovation process.  As it is, most will only ever see an old home after it has been renovated and this is a rare opportunity to get a “behind-the-scenes” look.

  I try to be forthcoming with information on this blog about the trials and tribulations we have faced with restoring Sligo and the tour will give even more insight into those trials and tribulations as well as the history of the house.  Maybe, if you’re currently pondering an attempt at restoring an old home, this tour will help make or break that decision!  If you are thinking about restoring an old home I have one I’d be willing to sell…it’s on Dixon Street.  You may know it…

  Anyway, here is the link to the event:  https://hffi.org/product/bringing-back-sligo/

  We hope to see you there!

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• Dead Ladies

  Posted at 6:54 am by Lauren Tepaske, on October 25, 2019

  In the spirit of Halloween I thought I might post something a little macabre.  Quite a few months ago I was researching people who might have died in the house, specifically women.  As we all now know the original house was a small pox hospital at least twice, there were slaves on the property, and the Civil War played out to some extent on the property so there are some unknown factors when it comes to all of the deaths at the house.  However, for the families that owned Sligo, their deaths were documented and it turns out (not surprisingly) that a number of women and a few children died at Sligo…and may still be there *oooOOOOooooo* (those are ghostly “Os.”)

  All of the information below I retrieved from Ancestry.com.  I’m beginning to know a lot more about Sligo’s families than I do my own at this point.  One day I’ll start a family tree for myself.  Anyway, the following women or children died at Sligo, in order from most recent to the oldest recorded death.  I have yet to go beyond the beginning of the 19th century because that is when the history of the house starts to get really muddled.

  • Nora Fitzpatrick Shannon died age 63 at Sligo in 1937.  She was the second wife of Price L Shannon.
  • Lavinia Harrison Word Ferneyhough died age 43 at Sligo in 1889.  She was the wife of George T Ferneyhough.
  • Mary Ferneyhough (possibly died 1880, the initials “M. V.” are listed in the 1880 census) and Lillie Lancaster Ferneyhough both died in infancy at Sligo.  They would have been the children of Lavinia and George.
  • Frances Ferneyhough was 73 when she died in 1861.  However, she was married to an Adams and it is possible she did not die at Sligo.  She was the daughter of John R Ferneyhough, Sr. and Margaret Walker.
  • Mary Ann Ferneyhough Chesley was born 1814 and died around 1853 (age 35) because by 1860 her daughter Fannie (born circa 1852) was in the custody of Mary Ann’s father, John Ferneyhough, Jr.  Whether she died at Sligo or not is a mystery but she was married so it is possible she died elsewhere.
  • Mary Francis Gilbert died in 1830 at age 40.  Fun fact, she was John Ferneyhough Jr.’s cousin and first wife.
  • Margaret Ferneyhough was born in 1801 and died in 1827 at Sligo.  She was the daughter of John R Ferneyhough, Sr. and Margaret Walker.

  I wonder if any of these ladies are still spending time at the house?  If they are I hope they are prepared for the chaos that we will bring once we move in…they may want to consider moving on…

   

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• Paint Choices

  Posted at 8:36 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on October 22, 2019

  This isn’t our first rodeo when it comes to renovating a home.  Since I’ve known Marcus he’s renovated about four homes, only one of which we lived in as a family.  Previously, we lived in Williamsburg and our house there was a foreclosure with water leaking through the ceiling, parts of the floor missing, and foundation issues out the wazoo.  Granted, it wasn’t a 130 year old Victorian but it hadn’t been maintained and it showed.  For three years we Marcus worked on renovating the house with the intention of either selling it or renting it, whichever made the most sense in the long-run.  So, while I wasn’t entirely thrilled about purchasing Sligo I wasn’t surprised that Marcus thought it would be a good idea; Marcus has the ability to see the potential in a home when others cannot…either that or he’s a masochist.

  This all to say that we have renovated homes before but always with the mindset that whatever upgrades and changes we made would be neutral allowing for the house to be easy to sell or rent when the time came.  Decisions were relatively easy to make.  What color should we paint the walls?  Neutral.  What type of flooring should we put in the bathroom?  Neutral vinyl.  What color carpet?  Neutral.  Are there two nice, neutral options?  Which one is cheaper?  You get the point.  I am also a fan of conformity so every room had the same light fixtures and everything matched and can I just tell you, a 130 year old home does not lend itself to an OCD conformist.

  Recently we’ve had to really up our game and start making decisions for down-the-line and it’s a lot of pressure.  Our very kind general contractor has gently been nudging us forward to choose kitchen cabinets, light fixtures, and…*gasp*…paint colors.  Paint color decisions?  Is hard.  I mean, we are the couple who can rarely decide where to eat out on the rare occasion we get a date night so can you imagine how overwhelming it is to walk into the local Benjamin Moore which boasts literally 3500+ colors?!  Also, and I may have mentioned this before, I hate painting so I really want the paint choices to last us for the rest of our lives.  Also, also, the walls are nearly 11 feet high and I will absolutely not be painting them unless I can go all Jackson Pollock.

  In a rare show of decisiveness, Marcus and I recently went over to Sligo armed with Benjamin Moore brochures and “Old House Journal” magazines for inspiration.  We went room to room on the second floor, narrowing down the field of 3500+ colors to three per room.  From there, we engaged our gaggle of friends at the local brewery who helped us narrow down our choices to one per room and voilà!  That is how we chose the second floor room colors.

  But wait!  It couldn’t be that easy.  It turns out children have opinions.  Who knew?  Innocently, I told our girls that we had chosen a shade of pink and a shade of blue for each of their bedrooms.  I say “innocently” because one of our girls is a pink kind of girl and our other girl is a blue kind of girl and how could we possibly get it wrong?  (That’s a redundant question.)  After revealing the paint choice information both girls told me they wanted a blue room.  Ookkkaaayyy…

  So, I innocently (again) involved them in the decision making by offering them the three choices of blue we had originally picked.  Our pink kind of girl mulled over the blue choices but ultimately she stuck with pink, choosing a slightly lighter shade but one that both Marcus and I were happy with.  However, in doing so, she gave the illusion of having chosen her room color and things quickly turned ugly.  Our blue kind of girl had also been perusing the paint color choices and set her sights on a Tiffany Blue deviating drastically from Marcus’s and my plan for the bedrooms to be quiet, peaceful spaces.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Tiffany Blue specifically on little boxes, but an entire room of Tiffany Blue seems like a bit much.  When our blue kind of girl realized she wasn’t going to get the color of her choice she more or less lost her shit (sorry, not sorry, there’s really no other way to put that) and we told her to sleep on it and we would talk about it in the morning.

  Needless to say, this morning I was able to talk our blue kind of girl off of her Tiffany Blue ledge and nudge her into a more subtle, yet still quite blue, shade of blue.  She’s happy and feels as if she made a decision regarding her bedroom ,the youngest is happy (which is rare) and Marcus and I feel like we moved-up a parenting level though still have far to go.

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• It Was an Interesting Night…Part III

  Posted at 7:19 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on August 1, 2019

  So, hearing a male voice when there wasn’t a male was…interesting.  As we all walked up the stairs from the basement I felt like a child again, not wanting to be the last one up and my back feeling so exposed to whatever might be down there.  Because of the male voice on the recording the paranormal team determined that perhaps the energies were more interested in communicating via EVP so we did a few more sessions in the same room of the basement.

  Carl, the only man on the team and who according to him the spirits care less to communicate with, decided to give it a try.  So Carl, my mom, and I went down to the basement.  Carl had barely started the EVP session when we heard Paris call from upstairs that the monitor had gone completely blank.  Everything else was running but the monitor had simply turned off.  Jokingly (though I took him very seriously), Carl said that whatever was in the basement wasn’t interested in talking to him.

  There were experiences that others had making it difficult for me to write about them because it wasn’t my own person having the experience.  Two people saw a shadow in the basement and asked for it to leave as it was not healthy to still be there.  Another person saw a full bodied figure walk near the Cottage.  While I did not see the shadow with my own two eyes I saw the reaction of the person who did and not even Meryl Streep could fake that.

  By 2:00 in the morning we were all wiped out.  We decided to break everything down and call it a night.  I don’t know if the paranormal team were disappointed in the lack of evidence or if this was a typical investigation for them.  Perhaps, when they get back home and review all of the video footage and EVP sessions something else will pop-up that nobody caught in the moment.

  Before the team left they assured me that whatever was in the house meant no harm.  As I looked at them wide-eyed, just a little panicked, Paula told me that when a spirit makes itself known it’s almost as if seeing a mouse; it’s totally unexpected and you may startle but then you calm down (although if I do see a mouse I know two household pets who have failed miserably at their job).  I’ll have to get back to you on exactly how I react to that first time seeing a spirit but I have a feeling it won’t be pretty.  I can say that while the events of the night weren’t so terrifying I still did not leave with a sense of belonging in the house.  Marcus travels so much and I just know the first night he is gone I’ll be calling my ride or die biatch to stay with me (because I’m fairly certain mom is out after this night).

  In the end there was just enough evidence and just enough inexplicable occurrences that there is no way to deny the existence of something in the house.  Sligo’s land is ancient, it’s foundation is nearly 260 years old, the house itself is 130 years old.  Imagine what has come and gone on that land from ancient peoples, to wars, to births and deaths.

  For a slightly more cheery end to this story both of my girls came running into my room the morning after and asked, as if it were Christmas, “Did you see a ghost?!”  When I told them I had not they left, thoroughly disappointed.  I don’t know what Marcus was so worried about.  They clearly think Casper the Ghost is there.

   

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• It Was an Interesting Night…Part II

  Posted at 7:48 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on July 31, 2019

  Man, the more I think about it the more this may be a three parter…

  So, where were we?  Marcus and I were invited to be a part of the paranormal investigation at Sligo.  It was a no-brainer for me and I immediately said “yes.”  Marcus wasn’t as into the whole thing and opted out.  Damn that logical, engineer brain of his.  We did have one mutual concern though and that was we didn’t want our house to be known as “haunted” and people find out and try to get into into it.  Once we talked it over with the paranormal team we all agreed to do this with complete secrecy.  And now I’m writing about it so, secret’s out.

  Alright, so the day of the investigation the team arrives around 6:00 in the evening and start walking through the house.  On the paranormal team were Carl, Paula, and Paris.  On my “team” were my mom (hi mom!) and my ride or die biatch, Lori.  The two women from the paranormal team were particularly sensitive and I noticed a few times there were some areas of the house that appeared to affect them as they whispered back and forth.  Meanwhile, as we all walked through the house, questions were asked about its history and eyebrows were raised as I gave information such as its use as a small pox hospital.

  Once our tour of the main house was over we stood outside and chatted a bit about what Paula and Paris had felt or seen.  It was hard for them to articulate but it coincided with what I had been told by a previous resident of the house.  To touch on that a little, I haven’t written about what the previous resident told me because it isn’t my story to tell.  With that being said, I was excited for the night’s adventure to find out if I could validate their story.

  Almost immediately at least one experience of the previous resident was validated.  The two women had seen two “elemental energies” peaking out from the attic.  From my very rudimentary knowledge of the paranormal, “elemental energy” is less the energy of a person who passed and more of a natural energy of the surroundings.  It is known to be very impish or childlike in nature.  The very presence of these energies and the room in which they were seen lined up exactly with the previous resident’s story.

  Up to this point, everything was being discussed in front of our girls who listened, eyes wide.  I thought it was a very natural conversation to be having but Marcus was less than thrilled.  I have to admit, our youngest can be difficult challenging impossible and it was right to be concerned how she would eventually react to all of this knowledge.  He and the girls left after that with the youngest believing our conversation was about another person’s house.  Crisis averted.  (Funny side story:  That day I asked the girls what they thought a person should wear to a ghost hunt.  The oldest, and more pragmatic of the two, suggested all black.  The youngest suggested I wear a sheet with eyes and a mouth cut out so I would fit in better.  She then wanted me to be sure to take a picture with the ghost.  So, quite honestly, I don’t know if she was as affected by all of the ghost talk or not.)

  Anyway, after a break for dinner we all regrouped and the task of setting-up for the investigation began.  I never asked if what the paranormal team use for their investigations is proprietary or not so I will assume that it was and leave out detailed information.  Since I used to be an avid “Ghost Hunters” watcher I was feeling pretty confident in my skills and knowledge.  That’s pretty much where it ended though because the second we stepped into Sligo all confidence was lost.

  The first area of the house we wanted to investigate was in the aforementioned second floor room where Paula and Paris had seen the elemental energies.  My heart was pounding, my hands were sweaty (also because it was no less than one million degrees upstairs), and I really wanted to look up towards the attic but was too chicken shit to do so.  Paula and Paris both took turns trying to get the spirits to communicate with various methods but with very little success.  After some time, we went back downstairs.

  Once downstairs Carl told us we had a lot of orb activity that he could see on the monitor he was watching plus he was hearing footsteps from the porch through the foyer.  The next room we chose to look in was on the first floor and judging by the monitor, heavy with orb activity.  I was using a device to detect cold spots and at one point Paris asked me to hold still.  Paris, Lori, and I were all very intently looking at it when I had the distinct feeling that someone was almost cheek to cheek with me as if part of the group, viewing the screen.  I turned my head expecting to see Lori but she was a at least one foot away.  That was my first personal and inexplicable experience of the night.

  From the first floor we made our way to the basement into one room in particular that had seriously affected Paula and Paris when first touring the house.  We conducted an electronic voice phenomenon (EVP) session which consisted of Paula, Paris, my mom, and myself standing in complete silence as someone asks questions.  After about a minute of asking questions, the session ended and we played back the recording to listen for any abnormal noises.  About 10 seconds into the recording a very distinct, male voice can be heard saying “Here we go.”  There were not any men in the basement at that time.

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