The House on the Reservation

When I was 19, a friend and I moved into an apartment together. Along with our partner in crime, we were like the three musketeers.  We did everything together. There was never any bad energy in our place, and we never had a problem at all, that was until we learned about “the house”

It was the Christmas Season and I was with my Mum at a friend’s having Christmas Breakfast.  There were a lot of kids there around the ages of 13-16 and I overheard them talking about this house that was out on the reservation.  I immediately interjected into the conversation with my interest in haunted locations and got some pretty amazing first-hand stories and claims from these individuals. 

There were reports of ghost hitchhikers, (which was our first encounter) lights seen in the attic in a house that had been abandoned for decades and was nearly falling apart.  Others had seen lights on the lower floor and when they went in they would hear footsteps upstairs, and when upstairs hear footsteps downstairs.  Also, there was this phenomenon that would cause people to drive by to have their cars to lose power.  Static on the radio, dead radios, headlights that wouldn’t work, and full-on vehicle power loss. 

I was instantly intrigued and asked for directions and a map to this house.  One thing that really piqued my interest was that there were two horse skulls on each side of the house, on the gate in front of the driveway that eye’s glowed red.  It was a super creepy site of those horse skulls red eyes staring you down almost as to warn you.  Don’t go in here!! But what did I do? Of course, I did.     

It became an obsession for the three of us after our first visit there.  We became drawn to the house and found ourselves heading out just to see it, feel its energy… and eventually, go inside.  Our countless trips there all resulted in strange phenomena.  Our radio in the truck would go out, we would hear static sometimes and others lost power completely.  And saw lights both in the upper and lower floor.

Everything became about the house. Whether we were talking about it, researching it, or planning trips out there.  We tried to learn as much about the house as possible, and after going to the local historical society and library (this was back when the internet was not widespread and investigation was all done the old fashioned way. In my opinion the best way) but because it was tribal land we were lucky with any information.

Yet, the story went (it was a known island story that’s one the thing we did discover) that back in the 1930’s a man a woman-owned a farmhouse and owned a small business growing grain.  The husband was away on business and two men broke into the house, raped the woman and literally hacked her to bits.  Now again, this was only the story…. Which I cannot say is really true, the effect the house had on us and the feelings we got when we finally went in however, they were very real.

A few weeks leading up to finally going inside, we all started having horrible nightmares. Often they would be so vivid it would wake us with sweats, tears, and terrified.  We were trapped in the house and couldn’t get out.  My roommate had such a vivid nightmare about being trapped in the house and she could hear her Mom outside trying to save us.  All the windows were bordered up and as she would pull them loose, they would fly back and attach themselves.  There seemed to be no way out.. I woke to her jumping in my bed with me shaking and crying. I had a different story.. We were in the house and it was as it was back in the day.  I could see all the furnishings and pictures on the wall, an orange 60’s looking chair, and a sofa on a big round rug and a small kitchen.  I was standing in the kitchen looking into the main room, the lady was sitting in the chair watching her programs when two men break into the house.  There is a struggle and I witness before me the unspeakable horror of watching the massacre that had had this strange, but strong hold on us all. 

This only made us more interested.  Why the dreams, why the draw to the house… can we help this lady? is she trapped there and that's why car’s stall in front of the house, and is she the source of the light people see on both the upper and lower floor? We wanted to know more, so it was time to go in.

Several of our friends were now also interested as they saw our obsession with this “haunted house” grow and grow… they wanted to come.  Two of them did, so it was the 5 of us.  We went out during the day because the house was so run down and dilapidated, parts of it looked like it could fall apart with a touch.  We parked our cars and got out to approach the fence.  I got a better look at the horse skulls that have haunted us for weeks up close and they were indeed real.  Someone had put reflectors in them, that’s why they were glowing red at night. 

Suddenly a gust a wind so strong it actually knocked one of the guy’s hats off his head blew around the house while the tall grass all around us stand still, completely still.  We all looked at each other saying without words, “it’s now or never” We entered the house through the side porch to the kitchen as the main one was almost caved in and the upper eves were drooping down in front. It looked very unsafe.

Once we entered the back door we were in the kitchen. It looked like someone had just got up and left.  There were plates of molded food on the table, a kettle on the stove and other things that had not been picked through by squatters.  It was eerie.. And then I saw the living room.  I had a strange kind of flash back to my dream as I saw a sofa pushed back and on its side in the back, a big round rug rumpled in the corner to expose a deep dark stain on the floor which was obviously old blood which also was on the walls and even the ceiling. Then, there it was, the orange 60’s style chair just like in my dream. 

We explored the rest of the lower level and upon some of our findings were old farm equipment and rusted tools hanging on the walls propped up with nails.  Everything from what looked like an old bear trap, a set of chains, and other stuff that looked like old-time farm tools. We also found a dead cat and a whole bunch of invoices for their company strewn about the house and up some stairs.  We went up the stairs, worried they could fall beneath us. So we all together went carefully up to find just a small room with another door.  This was obviously the door to the attic where often lights are seen from the road.  One of our friends was quite built, and strong and he pulled as hard as he could, nothing we could do would make the door budge.  Just then we heard some movement…. Downstairs.  We were all accounted for upstairs.  As we decided to give up and go back down as we descended the stairs and door with the stairs to the attic slowly just opened on its own.  At this point we felt like it was time to leave

But all I could do was think of going back and going in that attic.

We felt like we needed to do something to help this woman that we had come to believe was trapped in that house.  Through our dreams, our obsession, and the energy that house and it’s effects it had not only on us, but those around us made us feel like there was more to it.  We had to do something.  So, being the young, and ignorant to the power of the paranormal we used a Ouija Board to contact here and got a response asking for help.  We asked how we could help, but couldn’t decipher what the spirit needed. It seems that we had done what it needed because our next and last trip to the house all seemed normal.  No electrical problems, no wind, no evil feeling.  We drove home in silence and its hold seemed to let go. 

Not long after the house was torn down and the land lays there still, unsold, and unvisited.

Or so they think.