Sitting on a picturesque hillside in Paintsville, Ky was a house that many would find charming with its wide, wooden porch complete with those dreamy white columns you envision when someone mentions a southern homestead. The orchards creeping up the hillside brings with it the scent of sugary blossoms in the spring and cozy, delicious smell of apples and pears in the fall. While it is no mansion, the house appears regal in it’s station on top of the hill, and looking down into the valley of homes that continued up the holler. For many, it is the American dream to own a home like this one, w
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Sitting on a picturesque hillside in Paintsville, Ky was a house that many would find charming with its wide, wooden porch complete with those dreamy white columns you envision when someone mentions a southern homestead. The orchards creeping up the hillside brings with it the scent of sugary blossoms in the spring and cozy, delicious smell of apples and pears in the fall. While it is no mansion, the house appears regal in it’s station on top of the hill, and looking down into the valley of homes that continued up the holler. For many, it is the American dream to own a home like this one, w
Welcome to Season 2 of This House is Haunted, a podcast where I tell the story of having lived in a haunted house for 2 1/2 years in the hills of Eastern KY. In this episode The Thing in the Shadows lets me know it is still ever lurking in the house in spite of months of nothing happening. What can it all mean?
This House Is Haunted
Sitting on a picturesque hillside in Paintsville, Ky was a house that many would find charming with its wide, wooden porch complete with those dreamy white columns you envision when someone mentions a southern homestead. The orchards creeping up the hillside brings with it the scent of sugary blossoms in the spring and cozy, delicious smell of apples and pears in the fall. While it is no mansion, the house appears regal in it’s station on top of the hill, and looking down into the valley of homes that continued up the holler. For many, it is the American dream to own a home like this one, w
