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This is a review of the Four Seasons Vacation Home we stayed in… and it was haunted!

Read the review below, it includes some very creepy happenings at the Four Seasons. To the point people would not sleep in their rooms.

We rented the Four Seasons House. The biggest location we could find as we had 21 people and the house sleeps 14. A few of my other friends rented condos next door.

The people at the front desk were nice to me over the phone, but when my mother called she said those were rude people and so did my nephew. So I was the one who spoke to them if we needed to get an extra night or ask a question. When we arrived these people were not friendly. They look at you as if you do not belong there. But after paying out so much money a night I could care less. I wasn’t going to be intimidated. They gave me my keys while my family rented games and movies for the week.

That night someone handed me an envelope and said this was taped to the office door and it was an envelope with my name on it. It had an extra key. I was confused and then I realized they left it out for the people who hadn’t made it yet. The party of three that had not arrived. I thought that was so kind. We didn’t ask them to do it, but they did. I thought differently of them after. When we went to the office for trash bags, towels and to tell them the fridge doesn’t get cold. They gave us what we needed. I think the trick is not calling them on the phones like they are maids, but going to the office which is attached to the house. They said we have to get a bucket of ice and put it in the fridge if we wanted it colder because if we turn down the temp, the pipes would freeze. That part sucked we had a lot of food and for the price I felt we should have a working refrigerator.

It also had a washer dryer in the kitchen! Sweet… and the nook was just the best place to read, get a view, and listen to the birds along with eating meals there.

There was enough parking in the drive way for our six cars! Plus. We went into the house and it looks way better than the pictures. In the pictures the furniture looks like it’s from the 70′s and looks miss matched. When you walk in everything fits. There are decks all around the house. French doors lead out onto the deck from the dinning room. The living room had more than enough space. The master bedroom which was HUGE, had a fireplace, semi comfy bed, a bathroom the size of a big bedroom, his and her sinks, a hot sauna that worked just fine… to fine we got cooked! A bathtub you could swim in. But one morning I went to fill it up and after 20 minutes I gave up. I even left and came back and it barely had water. It takes a good hour to fill up that tub.The shower and toilet have their own separate space in the room itself and it has closets and shelves in the bath room area.

The first night four people complained of spirits/ghost. Yes the house was haunted. A person who didn’t even believe in ghost said she tried to put her clothes in the drawer only to feel something push her out and she went upstairs, because she was so uncomfortable. The person is in their 60′s, no someone who gives into to flights of fancy. When she said something I took notice. I knew it was haunted, but I was trying to ignore it and enjoy my vacation for the most part. The problem is it sounded as if other people couldn’t enjoy their vacation due to the haunting. Four people at different time would come in and ask me “You know this house is haunted, right?” Or that they felt something in the house. Most people were just dealing with it until it became bother some. The stuffed bears were some what creepy and cute at the same time. The kids refused to sleep in the kids room because they felt someone was up there with them and that’s when we started seeing more people in the house then there should be. We saw a woman on the stairs and we looked back to she she was gone. It wasn’t someone from our group, more than one person saw her and she couldn’t have disappeared that fast, unless she really, literally disappeared.

I couldn’t sleep in the master bedroom because I felt like someone kept me awake. I had to go upstairs to finally get some sleep. One of the women stayed upstairs had put her bags down in her room. When she came back the clothes and stuff had been tossed around. We were all upstairs and no one saw anyone go into her room which is off to the side of the living room and kitchen. You can see it from anyone upstairs.  The adults spent most of the time in the kitchen because it felt like the least crowded place in the house with the spirits taking over. Our first night our friend got there at 2am. She banged on the door and no on heard her. We had to keep locking the door all night  because it would unlock itself which is impossible. Our friend tried to get in and it was locked a few seconds later as she walked away then heard someone unlatch the door and she walked in. We were all in the kitchen and no one was at the door. After that incident the door didn’t unlock itself anymore. Was the spirit waiting on our friend?

We actually ended up doing a quick investigation with the ghost phone and then did spiritual cleansing. After that the house was livable. I don’t think it is haunted anymore. We ended up having the BEST night sleep after that. How ever at one point before we did the clearing my third eye (space between my brow) swelled. I thought I might have to go to the hospital. I’ve never seen anything like it. At that point I could hear one of the spirits talking to me. He was telling me he lived in the house and he was waiting for a woman who was Indian/Mexican from the 1900′s early 1900′s. He wasn’t a part of the house, but the land. He had lost the love of his life whom was buried near by and was waiting for her. It was sad. This man said that they had the type of love people only dream of.  It was nice to get that feeling we helped him or freed him. Once we helped him my third eye went down back to normal.

The hot tub smelled so bad like mildew. It wasn’t cleaned or kept up. After the second night we had to get chlorine and put it in their ourselves. That was the most disgusting part of the house. Sitting in mildew water. The hot tub room had it’s own private doors and you can see out of the glass french doors and watch the kids play, see the bar and the pool table and the other french doors lead out onto the deck. Amazing, amazing, amazing. Best part of the house when it doesn’t smell.

Over all I suggest this location. Once the spirits were gone, the ice was put in the fridge and the chlorine in the hot tub it was pretty amazing.

The kitchen is stocked with cups, glass, plates etc… and plenty of towels in the house. It’s way better than a hotel and we had ify wi-fi, but it was vacation so who cares.

By Cassandra Larsen

Living in downtown San Francisco and working as an opener for a major coffee chain, I would bike to work between 4 and 4:30 in the morning. My route took me along Sansome towards Broadway, crossing California.

One morning while I was crossing California I saw a young woman in a white Victorian era dress with beautiful lace details. As she was crossing the street in front of me I noticed dainty shoes peeking out with each step. It was a very windy morning but her dress wasn’t being blown around, just the movement of walking. Her hair wasn’t moving either. She had sort of an internal glow for me to see as much detail that I did. The smell of lilac and lavender was heavy in the intersection, a place where there are no flower beds. As I drew parallel with her she vanished. I stopped and looked around, committing what I had seen to memory.

When I got home later that day I looked up ghosts in the area and found the story of a San Francisco socialite who disapeared while on her way to her social debute. Story has it that she was found years later in the midwest where she had run off to, having no desire to become part of the high society social scene. The ghost started appearing after the woman died, supposedly walking California street to Nob Hill trying to get to the party she missed in her life.

Whether that story is true or not, I do know that I saw her more than once while on my way to work, smelled the lilac and lavender on more than one occasion as well.
Ghost Story

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My Ghost Story: My Dead Friend

By Cassandra Larsen

In March of 1990 my family moved from the Sunset district of San Francisco to the Richmond district, into a house built just after the 1906 earthquake. My mother put a painting up in my room,’Two Girls at the Piano’ by Pierre-Auguste Renoir. The first night in my new room I heard a shuffling and the distinct sound of boxes moving. In the morning the boxes of my stuffed animals had been opened and the floor was strewn with toys. I looked up at the painting and saw a third girl peeking out from behind the curtain. I went and told my mother, “such an imagination!” was the response.

The next day the girl was standing behind the blond, she was wearing a light purple dress with a darker purple ribbon around her waist and in hair that was so dark brown that it was nearly black. The day after that she was next to the brunette. Every day, nearly every time I looked at the painting, the girl was in different places in the frame.

Two or so months into this I woke up in the middle of the night. The girl was standing at the foot of my bed. She was smiling, but her eyes looked so sad. I asked her what was wrong. Her lips moved when she answered but I heard her in my head more than with my ears. She told me that she was happy that I could see her but sad that I was not her sister. She asked if she could stay, she was lonely. Being a little lonely myself I was delighted to have a new friend.

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My parents assumed that she was an invisible friend. I tried to explain to them that I did not make her up. Her name was Kelly and she lived here before our house was built. I asked Kelly to help me prove it to my parents. Soon after that, when my mother or father would put something down it would vanish and reappear in strange places, paperwork in the freezer, makeup in the shower etc. Imagine my frustration when they would explain those things away as ‘absentmindedness’.

Things started to get complicated as I got older and started having living friends over. Kelly would mess with their things, make noises and even shoved a particularly nasty ‘friend’ into a closet. I was so used to her that I would include Kelly in conversation and when things would vanish I would demand that she return them, out loud, in front of my friends. It was hard for me to understand that they couldn’t perceive Kelly like I did. Sleepovers slowly stopped happening at my house, other kids found it too creepy, found me too creepy. It made me sad but I figured that they didn’t get to see Kelly for some reason. The same reason why they didn’t notice the dog that freaked out the class pet.
When I was nine Kelly finally told me her truth. She asked me to go to the main library, into the newspapers from 1906. I searched for hours, not really knowing what I was supposed to see.

Then I got to March of 1906, third column, second down.
Kelly Baker, born February 1897 Died March 1906

I remember sitting for a long time after reading the obituary. One of my best friends, the girl my parents described as “her stubborn invisible friend”, had been dead more than 80 years. Somehow I knew that she was a spirit, no one else still had ‘invisible friends’, no one else had to try and explain strange noises and moving objects.

It wasn’t until I was in High school, when I started to really come into my own as a clairvoyant, that I was able to help my little friend cross over.

Kelly Baker, my first ghost, my longest ghost. The one who still brings a smile to my face.

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By Cassandra Larsen a guest writer or the paranormal.

I had an opportunity to talk with writer Elizabeth Stinson. When you read her interview below, you’ll see some Steven King similarities. Dreams being a muse for story telling; real life accounts. This is an interview you won’t want to miss…

Sometimes I watched to see if someone was coming out the bedroom door. I hated to be in that room if just to get my clothes from the dresser or go through to the kitchenette.

How long have you been writing?
Since about fifth grade with a couple of two-page mysteries inspired by TV crime shows, girl detective novels, and kid comics. Unless mice got to them, I still have “The Cold Corpse” and “The Mystery of the Torn Will” in smeared pencil on notebook paper with crayon drawings of a blood-dripping knife and a, wait for it, torn will.  Great set-ups and flashy endings, but the second acts are weak. Then I read a lot of science-fiction and super-hero comics that helped build my “universe.”
 
What genre do you write most often?
When I got into science fiction, I created the usual powerful loner heroine who eventually morphed into a witch with a sci-fi twist. Most of my screenplays are in a lengthy planned series about her life, loves, family, friends, and adventures in numerous supernatural sub-genres. She’s closer to a comic book heroine than a Wiccan, though she respects the traditions. She keeps saying she’s not psychic, but she gets dreams sometimes. Throughout the series, she has two main motivations, finding her true love in a past time and understanding the mystery of her existence.
 
I also have a PG super-heroine screenplay about a schlubby young woman who suddenly gets a power she’s wanted all her life – for reasons that are revealed – and soon realizes public knowledge of it would threaten her life and liberty. So what can she do with it?

Sounds like a perfect TV show Elizabeth!
 
The “princess stories” are about several women in the same small area of eastern Europe during a span of thousands of years and different genres – sword and sorcery, gothic romance, contemporary Cinderella, and science fiction.
 
A romantic ghost story about a ballerina in Charleston, SC, is in memory of my mother.
 
And I’m trying to write a thriller with no supernatural element but sort of Twilight Zone-y.
 
What have you written about so far in your screenplays?
The superheroine story. The rest are in the witch’s series. The origin novel when she becomes involved with the occult through a family of teen witchlings. A “sidequel” about a young woman haunted by the death of her sister. A backwoods horror/action. A murder mystery/time travel/ghost story when she goes to her parents’ hometown. A Lovecraftian short story, very dark, but it has to be to make her change course.
 
What makes you use personal experiences?
Waste not, want not!  There’s an old song called “Master Jack” with the lines, “You took a colored ribbon from out of the sky / And taught me how to use it as the years went by / To tie up all your problems and make them look neat / And then to sell them to the people in the street.”  I think that’s a good look at how writers work, using personal experiences and feelings, bringing them out in the open, taking control of them, dressing them up. It’s cheaper than therapy.
 
Why do you add scary aspects to your screenplays? What draws you to the dark side? 
It’s not so much adding scary aspects, they’re entwined with whatever the story is. For example, the contemporary Cinderella story has murders, war, a ghost, secrets, and scandal, all realistic to the situation. The poor girl goes through a lot to get to her shot at a happy ending.
 
It’s just the way my mind works. I love my weird dreams. Some of my favorites are when I visit haunted places. Usually, the first time I visit a particular house, I’m really scared but I look around anyway. Then in later dreams, I try to go back and visit the same house again and again, until it’s not so scary anymore. I don’t know what this means, unless I’m working through a fear. And I like big old houses with character.
 
Have you always been fascinated with scary, strange happenings?
Looks like it! They make good reading and viewing, but my real life is nothing like that. The following two anecdotes are probably as close as I’ve come to weirdness, but what do they really mean?
 
In a previous millennium, I lived at the YWCA in Raleigh, NC, and worked at NCSU. I wanted a place of my own but one not very expensive. I answered an ad in the newspaper and visited an old house near the campus with two apartments on the first floor and two on the second. The rent for the vacant one upstairs was $80 per month. There were two rooms plus kitchenette and bathroom.  The landlady was there with painters working in the small bedroom, putting beige paint over old browned, patterned wallpaper. For some reason, I didn’t like that bedroom AT ALL! After I moved in, I put my bed in a corner in the living room as far away from the bedroom as possible. Sometimes I watched to see if someone was coming out the bedroom door. I hated to be in that room if just to get my clothes from the dresser or go through to the kitchenette. The painters left their paint cans on the porch roof outside the bedroom window, and after some months, I crawled out to get them and put them with the trash out back. I wondered why they left them. When I cleaned up the kitchenette, I found something on a top shelf, a long, white jeweler’s gift box with two pieces of sterling flatware in the same pattern — a wedding gift, probably. I still have them if the rightful owners can identify them. I never did ask the landlady if the bedroom was haunted or research if something had happened there, and I hesitate to approach the current owner.
 
So I added these facts to one of my stories about the above-mentioned witch heroine. After she gets married and moves into that apartment, she learns that the previous couple was slaughtered in their bedroom. The landlady had the bloody wallpaper painted over, but the painters were scared away.
 
I moved out of that apartment after 16 months and traveled to London. I lived in a fourth-floor walk-up flat with four other girls, two English and two Irish, and slept on a cot in a small room with one of the English girls. Instead of regular sheets, I used a sleeping bag liner made out of thin cottony material and put a blanket over it. One night I dreamed I came back from somewhere via the one window in the room. I was with a person I called a “light being,” male, tall and maybe blond. i was supposed to get back in bed, but I lay down on top of the liner instead of getting inside. He pointed this out, and I said I’d be warm enough. Well, next morning, I woke up on top of the liner — and I was terrified of knives!  Was that a UFO abduction or a dream? Had I gone to sleep on top of the liner?
 
What if you find out you were really abducted? How would your life change?
That would be both cool – I might have an alien hybrid child! — and a cause for concern, having proof aliens are interested in Earth. I don’t really know, but I doubt it.
 
Do you have any plans in the future to write for the paranormal/horror genre?
Of course!  The witch series uses this in every story to various degrees, and the princess gothic romance is very dark. There’s also a popular children’s story I’d like to reboot.
 
How can someone contact you about your screen plays?
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The Kennedy House Paranormal Gold
By Belinda Bentley – Celebrity Psychic and Senior Lead Investigator

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Greg Rickords contacted HPI to tell-a-tale about a house he once lived in, but before the ghostly happenings are recounted let me give you some background on this place. In Amador County, there is a house called “Kennedy House” that is rich with history. It’s story began in the 1800′s. The Kennedy House was around when the gold rush was at its prime. The location was heavy with traffic, because people were migrating from all over in hopes of striking it rich in California – mining for gold. The Kennedy House was a stage coach stop for those stopping along the way. There were a lot of high emotions in that era. Men left their families in search of gold while others were watching men drop to their deaths in the mines and hoping that they would not have the same fate the next day. People were excited when they struck gold in the mines and became millionaires overnight and there are those desperate souls who had all their gold stolen and murdered for their goods, not to mention high emotions coming from those who were doing the robbing, stealing and killing. Around this time in history those that got caught were hung. All of these elements make the perfect ingredients for residual and intelligent haunting.

The Kennedy House at one time was also a “cat house,” or other wise known as a brothel. Then it became a hotel and now today it is residential property. That’s where Mr. Rickords, comes in. After being dismissed due to disagreements from his in-laws house, he moved alone into one of the Kennedy House apartment rooms. He lived alone while his pregnant wife stayed at her parents. One night Rickords, walked into his apartment to find a man there wearing a white shirt and then the man vanished. Within the nine months that he lived there he had one more personal incident that took his breath away. While he was sleeping in his bed one night, he felt what he described as someone lifting him off the bed as if he’d just been picked up and then he was slammed back down on the bed. He was so scared he ran outside hitting his arm on the door frame on the way out. As he stood there catching his breath and convincing himself it had to be a dream and nothing more, he turned around to see a man wearing a top hat walking, the man stopped and tipped his top hat acknowledging him and then simply disappeared! Waking up the next morning recalling this “dream” Rickord’s realized his arm was in pain. He noticed the bruise from hitting the door frame as he ran out in terror just a few hours before. It wasn’t a dream at all!

Soon after these occurrences happened, Rickords was chatting with a Native American neighbor at the Kennedy House. He asked his neighbor “have you heard of this place being haunted?” His neighbor said, “yes,” to his surprise. He then asked his neighbor about the guy in the white shirt. The Native American being a sensitive due to his shamanic background told him yes, that it was only one of the spirits and that there was also another with a top hat. Rickords hadn’t mentioned anything about a top hat to this man and here it was validated yet again, this place was in fact haunted and he’d witnessed the spirits himself. The neighbor also recounted seeing another four spirits, making the total of residential spirits 6.

After moving out Rickords heard nothing else about the haunting, but would like HPI to investigate to see what we find. Since it is a private residence we won’t be doing an investigation unless management or a resident of the historic house asks us too. If and when they come calling HPI we will be more than happy to jump on it, because it sounds like we might have just struck it rich – we may be able to hit paranormal gold with the Kennedy House!

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