When it comes to stories with a more supernatural bent, many of them turn out to be, at their core, little more than vague rumors or half-remembered local lore. Every so often, however, stories of this variety come to us that are a little more substantial. This in one of those stories. It all began with an e-mail I received in October of 2012 that began:<\/p>\n
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My name is Melissa and I, along with my husband Gary, rented an upstairs apartment [on] Sargent Street back in the \u201880s. There are two buildings on the street that are mirror images of each other. One is named \u201cThe Netherlands\u201d and the other is named \u201cTennyson.\u201d We lived in the Tennyson and during [that time] many\u00a0unexplained things happened\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
She went on to outline some of the incidents she had experienced while living there. Intrigued, I sent her an e-mail, and we eventually arranged a phone interview. When I called her a few days later at her home in Washington State (where she and her family have lived since leaving Marion in the mid-80s), she mentioned that she had kept a journal while she was living at the Tennyson. This journal is, I feel, important for two reasons: First, it lent her story a certain amount of credibility. After all, why would she keep a record that she never could\u2019ve known she would be telling more than 25 years later? It also gave her story a fantastic amount of detail that simple recall couldn\u2019t have provided. And so over the course of a 90 minute interview, she spoke while I furiously tried to jot down notes. What follows, then, is Melissa\u2019s story.<\/p>\n
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Tell me a little bit about yourself. <\/i><\/p>\n
Well, my name\u2019s Melissa Cooper, and I grew up in Marion on Uncapher Avenue. When I was 17 and still in high school, I got married to Gary Cooper. Yeah, that\u2019s really his name. [Laughs<\/i>] We\u2019re still married. We lived in the Tennyson from \u201985 to \u201986. I was in the OWE program at Harding, and I worked full time at city hall as a receptionist for the transit system. I was also still in school. My husband was working nights out at the Marion Industrial Center.<\/p>\n
How did you come to live in the Tennyson apartment building?<\/i><\/p>\n
We used to walk home from Harding to Gary\u2019s grandma\u2019s house on Wilson Avenue, and we always walked down Sargent Street. My husband would always point to it and say, \u201cI\u2019m gonna get that house for you someday. We\u2019re gonna live there.\u201d At the time, we thought it was a mansion. We had no idea it was an apartment building. And then I saw an ad in the paper for an apartment, and when we pulled up to the address, it was that exact place.<\/p>\n
The apartments were nice, actually. When we lived there, the owners were quite studious about the upkeep of the place. And they were gorgeous inside.<\/p>\n
The building was divided into four apartments. The downstairs had two apartments on each side, and the upstairs was the same. There was also a shared attic and a huge basement. Anyway, we lived on the top floor on the left side. 136\u00bd Sargent Street.<\/p>\n So after you guys moved into the Tennyson, what began to make you think the place was haunted?<\/i><\/p>\n My husband was working third shift, and so I was alone in the apartment most nights. Actually, I was often the only person in the whole building. We had a neighbor lady who lived across the hall from us, but she worked nights like my husband did. There was also an old lady who lived right below us and a man who lived on the other side on the ground floor. But during the winter months, which was when a lot of weird activity was happening, both of the downstairs neighbors were gone. They each had places in warmer areas that they went to during the winter.<\/p>\n Well, on one of those nights, I noticed what sounded like a man walking around in heavy boots in the attic. That confused me because I had the only key to the attic. The entrance to the attic was outside our apartment in the hallway. There was only one key \u2013 a skeleton key \u2013 which the landlord’s gave to us since we were closest. If anyone needed in the attic, they would just come to us for it. Anyway, when I went out to check, I noticed the light wasn\u2019t on up there. So I thought that whoever had been up there must\u2019ve left. So I went back in the apartment, and I could still hear footsteps up there. So I took a flashlight and started up the attic stairs. I remember thinking, What am I doing? I\u2019m walking into danger. This is stupid. There must be somebody hiding up here.<\/i> Of course, I got up in the attic and turned on the light and didn\u2019t hear any more noises. When I told my husband about it later, he said it was probably an acoustic trick.<\/p>\n And then on the next night \u2013 literally the next night \u2013 it happened again. First I heard the voices of two men, and I couldn\u2019t discern what they were saying, but by the tone it was obvious they were bickering. And then all of a sudden the voices stopped, and I heard what sounded like scuffling. Like they\u2019re shoving each other around. And then it sounded like one of them fell to the floor. And I heard one set of boots dragging something across the floor. Now this is impossible because all of us in the building had our stuff stored up there, so there wasn\u2019t room to drag anything. So I told my husband about this again when he got home, and he just said that it was probably somebody out in the parking lot of Danny\u2019s Pizza fighting and that the sound was bouncing off of the roof, making it sound like it was coming from the attic. I remember thinking, Well, whatever<\/i>.<\/p>\n It sounds like your husband was skeptical at first. <\/i><\/p>\n Yeah, and I remember being a little irritated about that. But then I thought that maybe he was right. But then other strange things started to happen.<\/p>\n Like?<\/i><\/p>\n Later I started smelling cigar smoke in the house. I didn\u2019t smoke, so I thought it was one of the neighbors, but none of them smoked either. Then I started smelling perfume, too, and I chalked that up to the old lady downstairs. I thought it must be coming up through the floor, but what was weird was that when I would smell these things, I felt as though someone was looking at me. When I smelled the perfume, I wasn\u2019t as scared; but when I smelled the cigar smoke, I felt intimidated, like someone was staring at me and not in a friendly way.<\/p>\n I also remember that one day I walked in and the stereo was on, so I figured my husband was home. He wasn\u2019t, though. And the stereo was just blaring away. When I tried to turn it off, it wouldn\u2019t go off. I reached down to unplug it, and I noticed that it wasn\u2019t even plugged in, and this thing was going full blast! The neighbors actually made a complaint to the landlord that day. Anyway, the second I picked up the plug, the stereo went off. So I said to my husband later, \u201cWhat\u2019s your explanation for that?\u201d And he said I probably pulled the plug out of the wall while I was trying to turn the stereo off. \u00a0But the stereo was playing while I could see the plug lying on the floor!<\/p>\n And then our TV started coming on by itself. And it would always come on full blast, and again I heard from the landlord about the noise. When I told my husband about this, he still thought there was some kind of sensible explanation. But then one night he was sick and stayed home, and the TV came on in the middle of the night. He said, \u201cWhat the hell is that?\u201d And I said, \u201cThat\u2019s the TV coming on by itself.\u201d He got up, and sure enough the TV was on. He said, \u201cI thought I turned the TV off?\u201d When I told him he had, I think that\u2019s when he started to have his doubts about rational explanations.<\/p>\n We also had some strange occurrences with the bedroom lights. They had these sconce fixtures with keys at the bottom that you had to turn. But they would both come on at the same time without anyone touching them. My husband thought it was an electrical problem, but an electrician who checked the wiring said everything was fine. In fact, he was confused about why they came on at the same time because he explained that they were not wired to the same circuit!<\/p>\n I remember one time we were talking about the lights, and I said, \u201cLook, I\u2019m telling you that there\u2019s something going on in this house!\u201d And my husband said, \u201cNo. The fact that they\u2019re coming on at the same time tell me it\u2019s something electrical.\u201d As soon as he said that, the lights went off, one at a time. \u201cWell, what now?\u201d I said. And he said, \u201cIt\u2019s just these two lights.\u201d I told him, \u201cJust these two lights?!? What about the TV and the stereo? You\u2019re not getting me!\u201d<\/p>\n Some nights, just as we would start to go to sleep, the closet door outside of our bedroom would open. This was a pretty heavy door, too. It would open and creek, and then it would slam shut. As soon as we would start to doze back off, it would do it again. After awhile my husband started dealing with the fatigue, you know? Because he couldn\u2019t get any sleep.<\/p>\n Do any other events stand out in your recollection?<\/i><\/p>\n I would constantly hear someone taking a bath in our bathroom. I could hear splashing. I could even open the door, and it wouldn\u2019t stop. I got so used to hearing someone taking a bath that one time I actually walked in on a friend of mine while he was in the tub. He said, \u201cWhat the hell? Couldn\u2019t you hear me taking a bath?\u201d And I said, \u201cI always hear somebody taking a bath in here \u2013 even when nobody\u2019s in here!\u201d<\/p>\n I\u2019ve already mentioned the attic, right? Well, this guy \u2013 the one I walked in on in the bathtub \u2013 stayed up in our attic for a week one time while he was hiding out from the police. We were pretty wild kids. [Laughs<\/em>]<\/em> Anyway, one day he came down and said, \u201cWhat did you want last night at four in the morning?\u201d I said, \u201cWhat? I wasn\u2019t up there last night.\u201d And he said, \u201cYes, you were. You poked your head up and said something to me.\u201d When I told him I hadn\u2019t, he just assumed he\u2019d dreamt it. That was his explanation. But I\u2019m not so sure\u2026<\/p>\n So it seems like the attic was the focus of a lot of weird activity.<\/i><\/p>\n Yeah, it was. Sometimes it was just noises up in the attic. My husband said he heard what sounded like someone dropping a big glass ashtray up there. I remember hearing what sounded like someone throwing a croquet ball against the wall and then letting it bounce a few times on the floor.<\/p>\n Since the noises always seemed to happen just as we were dozing off, after about six months we were starting to feel exhausted. I mean, we were bickering because we were so tired.<\/p>\n Do any other incidents up in the attic come to mind?<\/i><\/p>\n Well, this one time we were hanging out with some friends and we heard this boom, boom, boom<\/i> sound from up in the attic. We went up there several times and couldn\u2019t find out what would make that noise. After we came back downstairs, we heard it again. Everybody\u2019s eyes got really big, and Gary said, \u201cWe\u2019re gonna put an end to this.\u201d<\/p>\n We had a really heavy trunk in the attic that Gary\u2019s grandpa had made. Anyway, he had me stand downstairs while he picked up the end of the trunk before letting it fall. And it made the exact sound we had heard. It definitely wasn\u2019t some raccoon or squirrel up there doing that! A little bit later we heard the same pounding up in the attic, and again we went up there and went through the attic carefully. At the time we even thought it was possible somebody was hiding up there. Anyway, we started back down the stairs, and just as he was locking the door, Gary realized that he hadn\u2019t turned the light out at the top of the stairs. Well, just then we heard what sounded like a man run down to the stairs and stop on the other side of the door breathing hard. It was just an awful sound. The door had this thick leaded glass window, and although we could see through it, no one was on the other side. My friend Frankie took off running and wouldn\u2019t come back after that. I asked him years later why he wouldn\u2019t come back, and he said that he was afraid that whatever was on the other side of the door would follow him home.<\/p>\n I wanted to ask you: Up to now, everything you\u2019ve described has been either something you heard or smelled \u2013 spooky things but essentially harmless. Did it ever go beyond that? Did anything happen that made you feel as if you were in danger?<\/i><\/p>\n Yes. My husband had a class ring that his grandma had bought him. And it was huge. My husband wears a size 13-and-a-half ring. He\u2019s built like bigfoot. [Laughs<\/em>] <\/em>Anyway, it\u2019s what we used as a wedding ring when we got married since we didn\u2019t have money for a proper ring.<\/p>\n Well, one time he took it off and laid it on the kitchen counter to wash his hands. When he went to pick it up, it was gone. We looked on the floor. We looked down the drain. It was just gone. And so Gary, who was getting ready to go to work, told me, \u201cFind that ring!\u201d So I searched that whole place and couldn\u2019t find it. Later he called me from work to ask me if I\u2019d found it. I still hadn\u2019t and felt really badly about it. Later that night I went in the bathroom to wash my hands, and I took my wedding rings off and put them in a little dish there on the sink. After I got done washing my hands, I realized the rings were gone. My first thought was that they had gone down the drain. So I went to get a flashlight, and that\u2019s when I saw my husband\u2019s ring sitting on the kitchen counter. Right then I knew something was toying with me. And now it had my wedding rings! I remember I started crying because I was scared. I remember even saying out loud, \u201cThat\u2019s not funny. These are my wedding rings. They\u2019re precious. How could you mess with someone\u2019s wedding rings?\u201d Just then I heard a glass break in the bathroom. When I went in there, the wedding rings were on the sink where I had left them, and a glass that I had sitting on the sink had fallen to the floor and smashed. I think that was the first time I told my husband that I wanted to move. I thought that if this thing could move something, then I\u2019m scared.<\/p>\n Is that when you decided to move out?<\/i><\/p>\n No, we didn\u2019t have the money to move out. I mean, I wanted to leave! Actually, that reminds me of another attic incident. We were arguing one night because I wanted to move out. Finally, I just left, you know, to give us both a chance to cool off. Well, my husband said that the second I shut the downstairs door, all hell broke loose up in the attic. He eventually took a six pack of beer up there, sat down and said, \u201cAll right, here I am. You want to scare me? Well, scare me.\u201d Immediately he heard this weird noise he couldn\u2019t quite place until he saw what looked like the lid to a coffee can or Cool Whip container, and it was spinning on its side like a coin. But just like that, it looked like an invisible hand slapped it down flat. That\u2019s when he ran. He said he dropped his beer and ran down the stairs. When I came home a while later, he told me about what he had seen. We went back up into the attic, and eventually took a buckeye and sat it in the middle of that big trunk I mentioned earlier. We sat it right in the middle of that big old trunk and said, \u201cCome on, move the buckeye. Just move it an inch. Prove to us that you\u2019re here and that you want us gone.\u201d Nothing happened. In fact, we sat there so long that we got bored and eventually went back downstairs. But as soon as we got back downstairs, we heard an awful ruckus going on upstairs. Although we had always heard a lot of noises up in the attic, nothing was ever disturbed. But that night when we went up there, it was a big mess. Everything \u2013 boxes, old furniture \u2013 was upended. Everything except the buckeye.<\/p>\n Where were your neighbors while all of this was happening? Did they ever say anything? Did you ever discuss anything with them?<\/i><\/p>\n I talked to all of our neighbors at some point. But most of the weird stuff happened during the winter months, and, like I said, that\u2019s when the downstairs neighbors weren\u2019t even living there. After winter when they were back, I asked them if they had ever heard or experienced anything weird up in the attic, but they all said no. In fact, the guy downstairs said that the only thing in the building that bothered him was us. [Laughs<\/em>]<\/em> See, a lot of the noise they were blaming on us wasn\u2019t really us.<\/p>\n Up until this point there were two manifestations \u2013 there was the perfume, which you associated with a woman, and the smoke, which you associated with a man. But you said in your e-mail you\u2019d also heard a baby?<\/i><\/p>\n Right. Well, it\u2019s like this: One time our rent money went missing. At the time, I accused my friend Benny of taking it, but he swore up and down he hadn\u2019t. Anyway, it was while our rent money was still missing that I invited a girlfriend over to spend the night. While she was over, she asked if she could borrow my Polaroid camera. When I went into the closet to get it, I opened the box to make sure it had film, and there was my rent money. In the camera case. I must have had some look on my face because my girlfriend said, \u201cMelissa, what\u2019s wrong?\u201d And I just said, \u201cMy house is haunted!\u201d I kind of told her the stories about what had been going on, and she said that she didn\u2019t really believe in ghosts, and she thought it was all dumb.<\/p>\n A little while later, we were sitting in the living room and this huge shadow passed by the bedroom door. I saw it but didn\u2019t say anything because I didn\u2019t want to spook her, but then she said, \u201cI thought you said Gary was at work.\u201d I told her that he was. And she said, \u201cWell, who\u2019s in your bedroom?\u201d I told her there was no one in my bedroom. \u201cNo,\u201d she said, \u201cI just saw Gary walk by the door.\u201d \u201cAngie,\u201d I said, \u201che\u2019s at work. I\u2019m telling you my house is haunted. There\u2019s no one there.\u201d She still didn\u2019t believe me, so we got up and looked around the apartment, and she saw there was really nobody else there. So we sat back down in the living room, and she said, \u201cTurn off the lights so that I don\u2019t have to see it.\u201d I thought that was really funny, and I told her, \u201cDon\u2019t worry. The lights\u2019ll go off by themselves in a few minutes.\u201d Which they did, and that really freaked her out.<\/p>\n It was right after the lights went out that we heard the baby start to cry up in the attic. Now it was January, and I didn\u2019t really believe there was a baby up in the attic. Eventually we went up there, and of course there was no baby. By then, she was getting pretty spooked. We went back into the apartment, and I started to tell her about more of the weird things that had happened in there, and while I was telling her this, we heard the baby in the bedroom. At that point she was done. She said that she wanted to call her dad and go home, and I was saying, \u201cPlease don\u2019t leave me here!\u201d At that point we were both sitting at opposite ends of the couch, and suddenly we heard the baby crying in between us on the couch. We ran out of the house and straight to Danny\u2019s Pizza, which was right there on Center Street. Angie called her dad from there, and I asked if I could go with her, but her dad wouldn\u2019t let me. He said, \u201cShe\u2019s a married woman. It would be inappropriate for her to spend the night at our house.\u201d<\/p>\n So I went back up to the apartment, turned on the TV and went to bed. As I was dozing off, the blinds snapped up and some of the windows flew open. Snow was blowing in through them. I remember just getting up and getting dressed as fast as I could. I was leaving with no idea of where I was going to go. As I went through the rest of the apartment, I saw that cupboard doors and drawers were open. The refrigerator was open. Even the bird cage was open, and the birds were flying around.\u00a0 I ran out of the apartment. It was about three thirty in the morning, and I sat outside waiting for my husband to get home at six thirty. I remember I didn\u2019t even have my own shoes on \u2013 I\u2019d put on a pair of his boots \u2013 and I was frozen<\/i>. I told him, \u201cI\u2019m not going back up there, and you can\u2019t make me.<\/p>\n Eventually, though, he talked me into going back up there. The place was in the exact shape it had been when I ran out. It was just a wreck. So we closed everything up and went to bed, and after that everything seemed to settle down for awhile, though we still heard occasional noises up in the attic.<\/p>\n But then a few weeks later, we woke up to discover a good inch of snow on the bedroom floor from an open window. Actually both windows were open. What woke us up was the snow plow in the parking lot. When we got up, everything in the house had been opened again. That was the first time my husband had had that experience, and so we were both scared.<\/p>\n Did you ever talk to you landlord about what was going on at your place?<\/i><\/p>\n Well, one time he and his wife came over to collect the rent money, and I just asked him directly: \u201cDo you know anything about the history of this place? Has anybody ever died here?\u201d He started to say something, but his wife, who was a more severe type of woman, gave him a look, and he shut right up. Instead, his wife said, \u201cNo, why?\u201d And I said, \u201cWell sometimes we hear weird noises.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d she said, \u201cit\u2019s an old place, and they sometimes make strange noises.\u201d<\/p>\n What was the landlord\u2019s name?<\/i><\/p>\n You know, for the life of me I can\u2019t remember their names. I know it might be useful in tracking down information about the Tennyson, but I can\u2019t remember them.<\/p>\n Do any other disturbing incidents come to mind?<\/i><\/p>\n One night we were in bed and heard what sounded like glass breaking. We got up and both of us fully expected \u2013I wrote about this in my diary \u2013to find everything in the house broken. But instead all of the windows, drawers, doors and so on were open again. As we were going through our apartment, Gary noticed that Marilyn\u2019s door was busted. Marilyn was our neighbor right across the hall. She was working that night, but Gary had come home early because of bad weather \u2013 he drove a forklift out at the Depot, and it had just been too cold to keep working outside that night. Anyway, he called the police and said that someone had broken into the place. As for me, I just assumed it was a ghost. I mean, after all we had seen at that point.<\/p>\n When the cops showed up, though, they accused us of breaking into Marilyn\u2019s place! We said, \u201cWhy would we break in and then call the police?\u201d The cop just said, \u201cBecause you want to make yourselves above suspicion.\u201d Marilyn showed up a little while later, and she went in and looked around but said nothing was disturbed or missing. She finally told the policeman, \u201cI\u2019ve lived next to these kids for awhile. They\u2019ve never taken anything. I\u2019ve got stuff in the attic worth money. If they wanted to steal from me, they wouldn\u2019t need to get into the apartment.\u201d<\/p>\n Later, after the police left, I talked to Marilyn. I asked her if she had ever heard anything strange in the attic or felt uneasy in her apartment. She said she\u2019d never heard or felt anything<\/i>. Nothing.<\/p>\n That had to be disheartening. Did anyone else witness any strange occurrences in the apartment?<\/i><\/p>\n About two months before my brother Matt died, we got on the subject of one of his old girlfriends. I\u2019d really liked this particular girl, and I asked him why she had stopped coming over to our place at the Tennyson. That\u2019s when he told me that once, while they were sleeping over at our place, they had experienced something strange. \u00a0Matt said that the two of them had been sleeping on our couch, and she kept waking him up all night to tell him that somebody was walking through the apartment. At one point she said she even saw what looked like a dark shadow of a man leaning over her, and she could feel him breathing in her face. My brother said she was just dreaming. Finally, she woke him up and said, \u201cDo you hear that in the kitchen? There\u2019s something going on in the kitchen.\u201d And so Matt, thinking it was me making the noise, got up and went into the kitchen and saw that nobody was there but that all of the drawers and cupboards were open. He never told me about that at the time. Anyway, that\u2019s the reason his girlfriend stopped coming over.<\/p>\n When did you finally move out of the place?<\/i><\/p>\n We actually got evicted. One day the landlord knocked on the door and handed me the eviction notice. When I asked why, he said it was because of the noise. It was the guy downstairs who had complained. Like I said, at the time my husband didn\u2019t want to leave because we really didn\u2019t have the money to move.<\/p>\n After you moved out of the Tennyson, you moved into another apartment. Did anything happen there or was it all quiet? <\/i><\/p>\n Nothing out of the ordinary happened at the new place. It was an apartment house over on Pearl Street, I think. We lived there for about a year before heading west.<\/p>\n And how did you end up in Washington?<\/i><\/p>\n Well, it\u2019s probably pretty clear from what I\u2019ve told you so far that we were kind of partiers. [Laughs<\/i>] <\/i>There were a lot of bad influences in Marion, and there was a lot of trouble for us to get into because there was nothing else to do. When Gary\u2019s grandmother gave us some money, we decided to drive out to Washington to visit my brother who lived out there. And we stayed. My husband ended up getting a job at Boeing, which is where he still works.<\/p>\n As we wrapped up our conversation, I realized there would be no revelation that would make sense out of all of the strange incidents Melissa and her husband had experienced. Even haunted house stories, after all, usually have their own kind of logic. However, in Melissa\u2019s case, she never uncovered a murder that had taken place in her apartment or that the building was built over Native American burial grounds or any of the myriad other \u201creasons\u201d we have come to expect for a haunted house. Her story was just a series of inexplicable events that have stayed with her all of these years. In fact, part of her motivation for getting in touch with me was to see if I could find out anything about the house that would offer an explanation for her strange experiences there. My efforts to find out anything, however, have been unsuccessful. There simply doesn\u2019t appear to be any documented history \u2013 haunted or otherwise \u2013 associated with the Tennyson. That said, if anyone has any information about the Tennyson, please feel free to leave a message below or send us an e-mail at spooks@spookymarion.com<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n -Josh Simpkins<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When it comes to stories with a more supernatural bent, many of them turn out to be, at their core, little more than vague rumors or half-remembered local lore. Every so often, however, stories of this variety come to us that are a little more substantial. This in one of those stories. 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