Oldest Pioneer Farm In Utah?

So, thank you YGS for publishing my other story, even though it was my wife who wrote it for me under twisterwatcher7. You see folks, I'm a rare survivor of childhood leukemia. So, please hang in there as I have violent shakes, but I realized I better write my own accounts.

As a small child I was sick a lot and the doctors always diagnosed me with double pneumonia or something not related to a blood disease! This is background info that may help out later. Please understand that I have to give the beginning of my mysterious, and paranormal, life.

OK, the year was 1975. I was 5 years old. Fresh out of living in an oxygen tent for nine months. So, I was reunited with my mom, dad, and 5 siblings. My mom was an inspirational writer, who didn't make a lot of money or become accomplished until after her murder in '99. Bless her soul. My father was an up and coming guitarist, one of the best in the world but too addicted to militant alcoholic jealousy to make it big. He was my mom's murderer.

Anyway, we were a family back then and we moved into the oldest possible pioneer home in Utah? I'm a newbie, so please be patient if I'm taking a while to get to the meat of my stories. You'll need this background.

So, in 1975 the 8 of us moved into the oldest pioneer home in Utah! Our landlord was a Utah state representative. He rented the 1862 Victorian to my parents for $100 a month and the agreement we'd care for the animals and do the farm work. The home was a beautiful red brick, 2 story, 5 bedroom Victorian.

When we first moved in there were 2 very strange things. 1. A sealed off room upstairs! You could see the wagon wheel window on the 2nd floor but you couldn't access the room upstairs! And 2. The Indian trapdoor halfway up an L shaped stairway! The landlord told my parents that if anyone ever cut the wall open to the wagon wheel sealed off room he'd kick us out! That led to a great curiosity that added to our Waltons Meet Poltergeists experiences!

The first day we lived in the old pioneer home everyone chose our rooms and had to clean the rustic abandoned house. My father and two older brothers took 7 loads of trash to the dumps. Apparently the former tenants let their cows, chickens, and rabbits live in the house with them! My mom said it was a pig stye! "We may be poor, but we ain't filthy!" she used to say.

Well, I'm the youngest of 6 so I helped, but having been couped up in a sterile oxygen environment I was ready for some real adventure! The old farm sat on 100 acres, with horses, 1000 head of cattle, its own pond, a huge old pond, a hay barn, 1920s garage and outbuildings galore!

Okay, so after our family settled in us kids began journeying further and further into hidden places in the house and out into the property. I know this is getting long. I really wanted to paint the picture for you great peeps!

Me and my first older brother who was 6 went into the old dirt cellar one scalding hot day. The house was well built upon a foundation of granite boulders and copper rock. So, it was nice and cool in there. Well, here we go.

We went into the old cellar, down 13 rock stairs into a 25 foot wide by about 30 foot long solid darkness. I was very willing to do the craziest things because of my hospital life. My brother says, "Hey, Trev, look. There's a hole in the wall above that old cabinet! Wait here... I'll go get dad's flashlight." Moments later he reappeared. We could see more down there and there was a strange cool wind blowing out that hole under the front room. My brother got up and looked through a second. He said, "Crud, I can't fit! But there might be pirate treasure back there!" His way of exciting me enough to go in since I was very small and could fit. He gave me the torch and I crawled over the cabinet and into the hole. "What's back there?" He inquired. I set out to search.

I need to tell you I was a fearless adventurer out of the hospital. At first I saw that I was in another large 25 by 30 room with dirt for a floor. I looked up about 7 feet and saw the floor joists and pipes going in all directions. Then, I saw it... Through the ambient yellow light... A well. With a rock ring and uncovered! At this point I could only here my brother in a muffled tone.

I was scared but I knew my brother was out there... If I only knew! My brother Kent had a very short attention span and he thought it was funny to leave me there alone! I stood near the edge of the well, the torch began to diminish, and I got up on the ring, lost my footing and fell 30 or so feet into the well! I bounced off the wall a couple times, and of course lost the flashlight. I splashed into the water totally unconscious!

When I came to I saw these 2 green people! One was older and he told me his name was Mr. Kendall. I was conscious but horrified! The water was freezing! And I yelled but my brother was gone! The other green man said his name was Kimbal Kendal, Jr. Next thing I knew I was being levitated out of the well. The older one carried me screaming and crying bloody murder! Then, I felt a boost and I grabbed the rock wall that led out to the outer cellar and fell onto the cabinet.

I looked and saw their faces in the other cellar! Then, the flashlight floated right into my scrawny grasp! The light came on and the spirit of old Kimbal Kendall said, "Tell ' em it's begun!"

I flew out of there faster than a diving falcon! That's when my life seriously took a strange turn... More to come.

If I can figure out how to download pics from my cell phone, I have some surviving photos of that spooky, haunted old pioneer home for you! Sorry so long... But I wanted to get you all up to speed. Good haunts brothers and sisters of YGS!