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Hi, I'm Meaghan Ferres's brother. I also have had some strange experiences in the old Princeton House. In 1993 after getting out of the military, myself & my son Lance lived there alone, while I was looking for work. This is a little strange, but one night I tried an incantation out of the Necronomicon. There were 2 candles lit on the table, which I left burning after reading the passage aloud. Feeling kind of stupid, I put the book down to watch tv. After about 15 minutes, I noticed that it was getting a little chilly & thought that it was strange, it being August & all. :) When I looked towards the candles, I was surprised to see the flames burning at an over 45 degree angle to my left. It was then that I realized that the chillyness in the air & the candles strange behavior was due to the fact that a fairly cool "breeze" was coming from upstairs. I went up stairs only to find that all the windows were closed & the AC was off. But it was very cold.
I went back downstairs & to the kitchen. On the way there I passed through a cold spot about a meter wide at the threshhold of the kitchen. At the same time I heard something drop in the basement. Grabbing a knife from the kitchen, I headed downstairs. All the lights in the basement were on except for the washroom's lights, which was strange because we had them set to turn on the same time as the rest of the lights. I walked in and turned the lights on, & found the room "filled" with flies, which were very aggressive. It freaked me out, so being human, and now angry that some flies had scared me, :) I picked up a towel & spent the better part of an hour killing them. I also thought it was wierd that the door to the washroom was open when I found it, but none of the flies had left the pitch black washroom. After killing all the flies, I swept them into a pile that was about 1 foot across, and 3 or 4 inches high. When I said the room was filled, I meant it. :) I took that incantation book back the next day. (Duh... :) ) Also, me & my son's rooms were in the basement, and one night a month or so later, I was woke by my son putting the death grip on my arm & crying hysterically. He told me someone was stomping around upstairs, that it was so loud that it had woke him up. Since I had just been woke by my son, I told him it was just a bad dream, & to go back to bed. He asked if he could sleep with me, & I said yes, so I could get back to sleep. He jumped in my bed, & I turned out the light. About 5 minutes later, just as I was starting to drift off, a loud stomping sound that was continueous, startled me. I jumped out of bed, were my son was crying again, and told him to stay there. I grabbed a baseball bat, & quietly slipped upstairs towards the kitchen. Just as I got to the top step, the loud noise stopped. I searched the house & checked all the doors & windows & found nothing. Thinking that maybe I was "losing it", I went back downstairs & got back into bed. Turning out the light, we tried going back to sleep. After 5 or so minutes, it started again, just as loud as before. Lance, my son, asked me what I was going to do. I told him that we were going to go to sleep & ignore it. The banging was still happening as I faded off.
I know this all sounds "very" strange, but I swear it's true. I'll send this to Meaghan, she's been bugging me for over a year to tell you this stuff, I was just a little reluctant at letting "everyone" know about this. It's way out in left field. :)