From Catherine:

Many years ago when my husband and I were dating, he lived way out in the country and his parents had built a beautiful new split level home. My then boyfriend's parents were on vacation and he had to mow the 1+ acre of ground. My 3 year old son and I came over to make a day of it and I stopped at the store and bought some kielbassa and sauerkraut to make for dinner.

While supper was cooking the two guys went off the the gas station in town and I made a quick trip to the bathroom.

I came out of the bathroom to check on dinner and when I opened the lid on the pot I counted only 11 pieces of kielbassa instead of the 12 I had cut it into. My first thought was that the boys had not left but were hiding somewhere laughing at me enjoying the sausage - but the car was gone and the driveway was long and gravel-covered and in full view so there was no way they could have come home without my hearing or seeing them.

My next thought was that an intruder had entered the house but I found that all the doors were secure. After what seemed an eternity, my hubby and son returned and joined in the search for the kielbassa and tried to come up with some possible explanations. My hubby even suggested that maybe a squirrel got into the house but I didn't really think he could get the lid back on the pot even if he did manage to get it off. We finally gave up and decided to have our dinner and then finish the yard work.

After dark we sat in the rec room to watch some t.v. The only problem is that we kept hearing sounds like a baby crying. We thought it was a cat and searched all over the inside of the house but found nothing and went outside to look. We still found nothing. We went back to watch t.v. again but kept hearing that crying sound. Again, we searched every nook and cranny of the inside of the house and went outside again and found nothing so we went back to our program. When we heard the sound again we decided not to watch t.v. but we would go sit upstairs.

My son always liked to sit at the bar in the kitchen that faced up the few steps that went up to the top level of the house, and we sat at the table a few feet away and we were all talking when my three year old son stops in mid sentence and solemnly says," I see a pair of eyes watchin' on me."

By this time I am getting upset but not wanting to scare my son we just walked over to where he was sitting and looked and saw nothing so we went to investigate. We found nothing but we decided it was time for us to go home to my parents' house where we lived. I invited my future husband to stay the night with us because I feared for him at his house. He refused and returned home and there were no more problems that night.

I never stayed at that house alone again even for a few minutes and was very relieved when my in-laws sold that house. It was built over an underground spring and I truly believe that it was haunted.