Who’s Ernie? Ernie is the gentleman who built and died in the house…
This might have creeped some people out, but it didn’t bother my husband and I. When we walked around, the house felt like a home Don and I could grow old in. It was almost perfect – and the things like only having one bathroom that weren’t ideal didn’t bother us as we saw potential. Best of all, it had a room I could do readings in and I didn’t see or feel any Spirits.
Don and I were sold and not long after seeing the house, we made an offer. There were a few bumps in the road, but after seven weeks, the house was ours… or so we thought.
Anxious to be in our home, the night we closed on the house we bought wine, take-out and an air mattress and trekked over to our new place with the plan to celebrate and spend the night. Other than that air mattress and some pop up chairs, we had no furniture. That night, uncertain were to sleep, we camped out in the middle of the living room thinking it was going to be the most peaceful sleep we had in a long time… we were wrong.
That night, we met Ernie. We’d been asleep for about an hour when we started hearing the creaks. Our house was built in the forties and it was slightly windy and dismissed them as noises old houses make. We could get used to that.
At about one, Daphne (my fur baby), woke us up with her barking. She’s not usually a barker, so her behavior alarmed Don and I, but we dismissed it. This was the first night in our home and she may just be out of sorts and like us, need to get used to the noises.
At two, we realized there would be more for us to get used to than just the noises. It was at that point we were all woken by a thump. The whole air mattress shook, as if someone had kicked it! In my grogginess, there he was… Ernie.
Over the next few months, Ernie continued to make himself known. The knocker on the bathroom would knock in the middle of night – even after we taped it down, lights would go on and off, and doors would open and shut. As we made more and more changes to the house, more and more activity occurred. In his mind, it was still his home and he wasn’t happy we were making it ours.
At first, I gently encouraged Ernie to go into the light. He didn’t want to. So then, I offered to allow him to stay as a guest in our house, but if he did he would have to coexist peacefully with us… Don and I needed our sleep and he had to stop harassing Daphne! He didn’t like that either.
I had to get pushier… It’s not my way to force anything on Spirits. They still have free will and it’s not for me to determine what is for their highest and best, but he was intruding on my sanctuary. So, I forcibly pushed him out of the house… but what shocked me was I was unable to get him to leave the property. This had NEVER happened before!!!
Fortunately, once out of the house, we’ve found a coexistence with Ernie. He putters around the yard and protects the house. Every once in awhile he tries to sneak in, but like a vampire… he has to be invited in.
We’ve been in our house three years now. Last summer, Don and I found out why it’s been a struggle to get Ernie to leave – he and his wife, Ester, had their ashes buried on the property. It’s what Ernie wanted. He loved his home. It was his… and by placing his ashes on the property, he has become part of it.