As Americans gather for the Thanksgiving holiday, it is perhaps time to turn the clock back to one family feast that did not raise quite as much cheer.
It tells of the terrible incidents that took place in a house in Oakville, Georgia, U.S.A in the latter part of the nineteenth century. This spot had earned a high place amongst haunted localities, and, in its day, was comparable with the famous house in Berkeley Square.
Situated in the midst of picturesque but lonely country, this house, the property of a farmer named Walsingham, had a world-wide reputation amongst psychical investigators.
For some time the house had been left deserted by its owner, and it would seem that during the temporary absence of its material master it passed into the hands of beings or forces —call them what you will — who wished to remain in undisputed possession.
When Walsingham and his family decided to return and take up their abode in the house, they were struck on the very first day by the peculiar “feeling” of the place. They could not decide, in any way what this feeling was, but, on analysis, likened it to claustrophobia, an overpowering dread of being alone within any four walls. Continue reading