Mr ManJune 6, 2011
We lived in a 1797 farmhouse for 15 years, and have a bunch of stories. One of them began in the first months after we moved in with our 3 year old son.
One day he was in his bedroom talking to someone. When we asked who he said, “Mr Man”; we smiled and forgot it, his imaginary friend.
Over a few weeks he started talking more about “Mr Man”, and we asked about him. Mr Man was described as being short, red-headed, dirty hands, and walking with a limp. He always wore ‘pants like mine’ (big overalls), and dirty boots. Mr Man told the kid he used to live in the house. He also told him not to drop toys in the water like his own children had done – WTF, there was no water around.
Mr Man was his ‘friend’ for a couple of years, then quit coming around.
Doing research on the house a few years later, we discovered the place was once owned by a Civil War veteran, who had been wounded and walked with a noticable limp. He was a blacksmith and farmer, who stayed in the place until 1903 (dirty hands, muddy boots, overalls?). We even found a picture of him in the country archieves; he was a very short man. He had also been known in the community as ‘red’ (for his hair color?).
A few years later we tore down an outbuilding and discoverd a cistren under it. I pumped it dry to cap it for safety and found a marbles, dolls, and other toys in the bottom.
There are other stories from that house which are not as ‘friendy’.
One room we never used also had a door to the porch. That door had a deadbolt lock, a sliding bolt, and childproof latch at the top. The wife went into that room one evening for some reason and found muddy footprints leading from the door to the main part of the house.
Back at the kitchen table she said she guessed whoever was opening the kitchen door was coming in that way now. Laughing, she said, ‘You can use whatever door you like’, and within 3 seconds the clasp on the kitchen door clicked and the door opened.