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We’re going to start this week with a series of stories that all take place in an area of Woburn, Massachusetts, know as the Glen. We already told one story that’s related to the neighborhood, and our story on Horn Pond has gotten some interesting feedback, but there are several more we’ve collected over the years.
It makes you wonder if certain places are more haunted for a reason, and what those reasons might be.
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There are places where the paranormal events are more extreme and more frequent. Whether it is because of energy in those places or some event that has trapped spirits due to trauma or joy, they become magnets for activity, like the Bridgewater Triangle or Salem.
An area known as the Glen in Woburn is such an area.
The Glen was originally apple and cranberry bogs when the town was first settled. It lies close to one of the first Shaker settlement in Massachusetts, a settlement eventually forced to leave. The houses were originally nothing more than shacks, like bungalows, and as the area expanded, there became less farming and the houses were built on. There are very few houses that stand as they stood when the town was formed.
Upon first looking at the Glen, you might think the numbers are consistent with other neighborhoods in Massachusetts, but a closer look shows something unusual lies on the street. Even in a town with a sorted health history like Woburn (read or see Civil Action), there is an unusual amount of cancer in the people that live there. There is also an anomalous amount of divorce and domestic abuse. Diane, being more sensitive than the average person, feels the energy around her, and her house has become a weigh station for spirits passing through and for those who have chosen to settle.
One house she used to own is now my sister’s, a house she owned but refused to live in because it felt “evil”. (Read Mr. Moustache) Although she feels there is something darker in that house, she counts several family members as the unseen residents in her own. Di often works nights and sleeps during the day and relies on her dog Bo to keep her company. Bo often walks up out of a dead sleep and follows things with his eyes that aren’t there. “If you ever had a dog you would know,” she says. “They have a perception of spirits.” He takes off down the hallway after things that cannot be seen, but Di doesn’t need to see them. She hears them. When she is home during the day, or even at night when she gets home, she hears the front door open and footsteps go into her Mother-in-law’s old room. The spirit that does the walking has changed though.
When they first moved in they lived with her husband’s father. Diane would often hear the footsteps and feel that something was watching her. She even began seeing things out of the corner of her eye. The father got sick and died in 2000, and the activity became more frequent and took on a slightly different feel. Although it was a much bigger room, they never moved into his bedroom, instead turning it into a “guest room”. Di and her husband bought the house from his siblings and gutted the place out. Di feels that her father-in-law doesn’t like that. They would disagree when he was alive about things having to do with the house. He struggled when he became sick and did not want to die. Di believe these two factors have caused an angry man to replace a curious wife in the house.
“When we bought the house we gutted it. Every time I was doing something I would feel guilty.” She thought it was in her head, but eventually the feelings become more “odd” than just guilt. “I know he’s there. It is a different energy. He didn’t want this stuff removed when he lived here, I don’t think he wants it out now. The air gets so thick I have to open the windows. I Never felt uneasy when it was her.” She still hears the footsteps and sees things she cannot explain and often wakes to think there is an intruder in the house, and once she even saw something hovering over her bed when she woke up that disappeared when she looked back.
She notices the activity most late at night and in the mornings. She also feels the two spirits have found each other, and that the mother is trying to help the father deal with the changes in the house and with his own death. “She would have liked the changes. I think she tells him to chill when he gets mad.”
People have gotten odd sensations in her house, but no one had heard anything until her husband was home alone one night. He was watching television when he heard someone open the door, close it, walk right by him and then down the hallway. He then heard the “guest room’s” door open and close. He stopped making fun of Di after that.
Di also feels the energy in the area allows her already sensitive spirit to call upon her father and sister. She feels the room change when they arrive and sometimes hear them out loud speak with her and often hears there voices inside answer questions she asks. She knows it sounds crazy, but it makes her feel closer to them.
June 25, 2018:
My late, first husband Tim was born and raised in Woburn, MA…our three children Jason, Sean and Candice were born in New England.) Please do NOT touch the Ouija Board, as it is extremely dangerous. The consequences of using the game can affect entire generations negatively.
The Ouija Board is a real portal to the spirit world. (God has warned us NOT to communicate with this realm.) Imagine that the board is a HUGE rattlesnake coiled upon your table! *1) Let no one be found among you who sacrifices his son or daughter in the fire, practices divination or conjury, interprets omens, practices sorcery, casts spells, consults a medium or familiar spirit, or inquires of the dead. Deut. 18:10-11; and 2) Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free. John 8:32 P.S. My biological father gave my sister a Ouija Board for her birthday out of spite. Why? My mother finally divorced him due to abuse and his numerous affairs with illegitimate children. As a child, I had a repetitive dream that my biological father was flushing me down the toilet! Horrible! His mother was a sorceress from Mora, New Mexico, who hated my own mother and her family. I have many disturbing stories, but I’ve learned that Satan is a real being! Give him no place in your lives.