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“This Is Really Weird” by Jessica S. Devoe

Written on Thursday, August 28, 2003, starting at 12:44pm; finishing at 4:00pm

O.k. Where do I begin? This is going to take some time & thought to write all of the details of this story!  I’ll give you some background leading up to what happened yesterday & today to Steve & I. I went straight to my computer to write it down this time to make sure I remember all of the details & in perfect order. All I had to do was turn on my monitor because last night I had been going through my dream journal files & reading them & had found some really interesting things that I’d forgotten about & it inspired me to get back to recording my/our experiences so I don’t forget. Anyways, I never did turn of my computer last night… just the monitor.  J

Here’s the background:

I don’t know which stories I’ve written already because there’s so many files in my computer & hand-written accounts on paper that I’ve lost track… but, many of our friends have heard us tell stories of the ghostly activities we’ve experienced in our home in the 5 years we’ve lived here since we moved up to Grand Isle, Maine from Monmouth, Maine. That was on May 23, 1998; On June 17, 1998 we obtained the deed to the house & by November 1999 we had finished paying off the house completely. We moved up here on the promise of jobs for both my Husband, Stephen Devoe, Sr. & myself from the one friend we had up here who we had gone to visit just a few weeks before we moved. And that visit had been my first time to Aroostook County, Maine. Steve had been as far North as Houlton a few times, but that’s it. We didn’t have family up here & just that one friend at that time.

Anyways… since we’ve moved up here into this house, many strange & unusual happenings have occurred. For some examples:

FALLING COFFEE CANS

 One time about 2 or 3 years ago, I was at home alone & talking to my Mother on the phone while sitting on the couch with my feet up facing this corner table in the right-hand/back-side of the living room. On the bottom shelf of the corner table there were 2 coffee cans, one on top of the other. They’d been sitting there like that for weeks… I think they had nails in them or some junk that we didn’t know where else to put besides in coffee cans. So, while we were chatting away on the phone, all of a sudden, I watched the coffee can on the top fall over off of the other can, onto the floor & roll around in a ½ circle to a stop on the floor a few inches from the corner table. I said, “Mum, the coffee can just fell down by itself onto the floor off of the shelf!” And I went over to it & put it back on top of the other can just as I had remembered it before “the incident” & tried to smack it around & shake the floor or whatever it took to make it fall back off by some reasonable, tangible means. It would not fall. This happened to me again, I believe it was within a few days of the first occurrence & whilst in the presence of my Husband the 2^nd time. Same exact thing & right before our eyes.

INVISIBLE HELPER

Now I think it was the Winter before last when it had been so cold & windy that we had hung a blanket over our not-yet-fixed, loose, drafty front door to stop the cold North Winds from blowing in through & keeping our living room freezing cold. We had put nails in the cracks between pieces of paneling above the doorframes & hung the corners of the blanket on them…. Well, more like a few inches in from the corners so that it would hang without falling & also drape nice & thick around the edges of the door. One day, I was standing, facing the door from inside for some reason… probably telling Steve about something to do with the construction plans we had for that door or wall because I know that Steve was sitting in the living room talking with me while I was standing there. Anyways, somehow the right nail fell out of the crack & that side of the blanket fell down (it was in there loosely, so that’s not the spectacular thing… the crack that the nail was in was pretty big & we had to put the biggest nail we had in there to get our invention to work in the first place). I looked around for the nail in the folds of the blanket & couldn’t find it. I looked around on the floor everywhere in that area & couldn’t find it. I then got determined, yet frustrated & proclaimed out loud, ‘Where is that stinking nail???” And that is when the big rag-mop that was leaned in the corner of the wall & the right-hand side of the doorframe fell onto the floor in front of my feet. I said, “That was weird. I was just standing here & Steve was still sitting down & nothing shook the house, & besides… it’s been there for weeks & never fell before.” So, I bent over, picked it up & put it back exactly as it had been, tried to make it fall by shaking the floor, etc., then finally looked down & happened to notice that in the metal clippy-thingie that holds the rag onto the mop, there was a ridge where it clamps onto both sides of the mop-handle & inside that ridge was the nail!

CLOSING DOOR

A couple months ago I was here at the house by myself & I decided to do some major house cleaning. I went to the kitchen & opened the cupboard underneath the sink & started getting the cleaning products I needed from inside of it. I knew I was going to have to keep getting into that cupboard frequently throughout my cleaning quest & it’s about 2 feet deep inside with cleaning products clear to the back of it, so I left the cupboard door open at a 90 degree angle (in line with the left-hand side of the cupboard wall). I walked around & did a couple of things in the kitchen & stopped to do something to the mop or something right by the cupboard door & all of a sudden the door slowly closed before my eyes. I didn’t feel scared, but instead said out loud, “Wow Aaron or whoever, that was impressive!” And then I went over & opened the door back up to where it had been before & tried to tap the side of it to make it close. It was too stiff in the hinges to swing more than an 1/8 of an inch. So I tried jumping up & down on the floor… no door-closing happening at all. I tried tapping it harder & harder… it took a hard tap to make it move at all & then it would still only swing about ½ inch & stop because of the stiff hinges. I had to tap it hard a bunch of times, an inch at a time, to get the door closed to a 45 degree angle, which was about the point at which the door would swing shut the rest of the way on it’s own due to gravity.

FALLING PAN-COVER

And then there was the time back a couple of years ago when Steve & I were sitting in the living room, talking, & all of a sudden we heard a metal-rattling noise that last about 1 ½ seconds, followed by a metal-falling-on-the-floor noise. We were the only 2 in the house & the cat wasn’t indoors at the time. We ran into the kitchen to see what had made the noises & discovered that the pan-cover that had been sitting on it’s pan on the hoosier counter had fallen in front of the hoosier & landed top-up/bottom-down on the floor. So, Steve put the cover back up on it’s pan & jumped on the floor & bumped into the hoosier & tried all sorts of things to make the cover fall again. It wouldn’t fall. After investigating the situation thoroughly, we came to the conclusion that the metal-rattling noise had to have been the pan-cover (which fit slightly inside of the ridge of the pan by design) being picked up off of the pan to be thrown to the floor.

FOOTSTEPS & COUCH VISITOR

About a year ago, (a short time after my Uncle Ken had passed on), I was taking a bath one day while Steve was in the living room watching t.v. At one point, I heard footsteps come from the living room into the kitchen & stop right on the other side of the bathroom door. The kitchen is a cheap addition to the house & not only can you hear footsteps clearly, but also with each footstep, the floor creaks like crazy because it’s not a stable foundation by any means… in fact, it sits on 3 cement pylons over a dirt cellar. At first I thought Steve was going to come into the bathroom to use the toilet, but when he stopped in front of the door, I figured he must just be looking out the window at the back property thinking about what he was going to do next to improve it, as he frequently does. I said, “Steve?”, but he didn’t respond. After awhile of it being quiet out there, I wondered why I didn’t hear him walk back out of the kitchen to the living room, so I figured he must still be standing there. So, when I got done with my bath, got out of the tub & opened the door to see my Sweetie, I was surprised to see that he wasn’t standing there on the other side of the bathroom door, looking out the window. I went into the living room & there he was, sitting there, watching t.v. O.k., I must have just not noticed the sound when he had walked back into the living room while I was in the tub, right? I said, “So, Steve, did you decide what to do about the back property while I was in the tub? I heard you go in there & stand there looking out the window.” He said, “Uh, no… I’ve been sitting here watching this show on t.v. the whole time you were in the tub.” I said, “What? I distinctly heard you though!” & went on to tell him the details of what I’d heard. He said, “Well, while you were in the tub, I was sitting here on the couch & all of a sudden the couch cushion next to me made an impression like somebody sat down on it… then a few seconds later it went back up like somebody got up from sitting on it!” Wow! I figured it must've been Uncle Ken.

MISC. HAPPENINGS

The last of the examples I’ll list right now is just things that happen here from time to time: Sometimes you can barely, but definitely hear voices mumbling quietly, kind of in the distance, yet right there… people who visit our home tell us of freaky feelings they get in certain spots of the house, particularly the steps leading to the cellar & the cellar trap-door in the living room…. Seeing a cat out of the corner of my eye & I look & it’s not there… Little lights fly through my line of vision once in awhile & it almost looks like a reflection on my glasses or my eyes getting dust in them or something, but I can tell the distance, so I know it wasn’t that & I check to make sure there was no way it could’ve been a reflection on my glasses… Funny shadows moving around once in awhile that you can just barely see through the space between you & something else on the other side of it or in the reflection of the t.v. screen when turned off… The window screen taking the shape of the face of Jesus (seriously)… The dust on the floor taking the shape of a face (could be coincidence.. who knows? I’m a realist, yet open-minded)

Here’s the latest story:

HOME HISTORY

Last week, Steve had been working on the lawn outside & saw a guy looking at the land in the vicinity surrounding the side of our property near the Belanger’s old house. He called him over to talk to him & they got to talking about the boundary lines of the land lots here… our’s & the surrounding lots. This man was a surveyor out of Caribou who was hired by the family who bought the Belanger’s house to survey their land & he was having a hard time making the map he was going by fit the boundary markers that he wasn’t finding. So they talked & told each other what each other knew about the situation & the man told Steve that he was going to send him a copy of the 1958 survey map he had to help Steve figure out our part of the whole land dispute/surveying difficulties.

Yesterday, Steve received the photocopy of the map from the surveyor in the mail. He spent all afternoon taking measurements & walking boundary lines, etc., etc. to figure out where the true boundaries are, where the H-Stones should be here & across the road & on Al’s land/our land, where the houses were all placed in 1958, how our house got here & where it came from, etc., etc. He even stopped an older gentleman who was riding his bike by the house & talked with him for a long time & got a lot of useful information from him… what he remembered about the set-up of this block & the people who lived here. He knew the man who was listed as the owner of this property in 1958, who’s name is Alcide Clavette.

While Steve was doing all of that, I spent the day on the internet researching the Alcide Clavette Family records. This is what I've discovered:

1.)    He is still living.

2.)    He’s a 9^th generation member of the Antoine Micheau & Marla Train Family.

3.)    His parents are Romain Clavette, Jr. (Born: 1885, Madawaska, Maine; Died:09-23-69 Van Buren Hosp.) & Philomene Roy (Born: 1884; Died: 01-28-65 Van Buren Hosp.)

4.)    He was one of 15 children.

5.)    His wife’s maiden name is Agathe Lizotte, who died in May of 1981.

6.)    He has 2 children: Linda, who married Marcel Theriault & Priscille. They are both living.

7.)    The nice man on the bicycle told us that one of his children lives in the house next to the church cemetery in Lille.

8.)    Also that man told us that Alcide Clavette had sold this house to the Boulier Family who was Alcide’s wife’s family. Hmmm… that doesn’t make sense.. they were Lizottes… I’ll ask Steve & correct that.

MAPPING BOUNDARY LINES

Yesterday evening, after all of this stuff Steve & I had done that I just told you about, Steve came into the house & asked me to come outside to look at what he’d discovered. I went outside & he showed me where the map said there should be H-stones (R/W Monuments), according the the measurements on that old 1958 map & where our boundary line should be according to where Alcide’s property had been shown on the map, which happened to be another 25-30 ft. past our boundary markers onto Al’s land next door. He had me hold the measuring tape & took a few more measurements of the land & roads & managed to find the holes where the missing H-stones had been… one on the corner of Main Street & Cyr Road… & the other on Al’s land in about 50 feet from the road. We visually lined up where the line between the 2 absent markers would intersect the road & I put a piece of wood that happened to be lying about a foot away on the side of the road (for at least the last week) in that spot so we’d be able to clearly visualize the line if looking out the window from the house, because the 2 spots where the missing H-stones should be are in the grass & are difficult to see from the house.

Today Steve & I got up & started talking about all of the events of yesterday & started going over the maps again trying to figure out where our house came from, where the old house used to be, etc. Why does Claude insist that he remembers this house being across the street & then being moved to it’s current spot & yet the man on the bicycle insists that he remembers this house always being here & yet according to the 1958 map, there is no house to be seen neither here nor across the street that has the same measurements as this house? We even tried to find a part of a house that fit the measurements & couldn’t. No barn or garage even fit- nothing. Not even close!

WOOD MYSTERIOUSLY APPEARS

At one point, after having researched everything we could think of to answer these questions, Steve’s Mom came online & messaged him & he talked to her for a few minutes while I stayed on the couch looking at the maps & taking more measurements & making comparisons. He got through talking with Mom & said, “Oh I forgot to tell you… go & look at what is sitting on the truck. I opened the door this morning to look outside & I saw something sitting on the truck & it should still be there. Go look.” He walked to the door & opened it & said, “Yep, it’s still there- I didn’t think it would move.” I went & looked & right on the hood of the truck, exactly behind the Dodge Ram hood ornament, along the ridge in the center of the hood, was the big piece of wood that I had put on the side of the road yesterday to mark the line between the missing H-stones from the corner of Cyr road to the center “Al’s land”!!! How did that get there? “Did you put that there Steve?”, I said. He said, “No.” I know that I had slept on the couch last night which is situated against the wall facing the driveway where the truck is parked about 6 feet away from the wall… the light in the living room had been left on all night & everyone knows we stay up late, in fact Steve didn’t go up to bed until 4:45am this morning (he left me sleeping on the couch), so why would anyone take the chance of putting that wood on our truck & even if they did, how could they do that without us hearing them? The wind couldn’t have blown so hard that it moved a 1 pound piece of wood (about 1 ½‘ long x ½ ‘ wide) 100 feet down the road & up onto the hood of our truck! Then while he was showing me that, he noticed something in the driveway that he hadn’t noticed the first time when he had discovered the wood… there was a white square thing out off the side of the road in the driveway, past the truck, before the mail box & directly underneath the utility lines. He went & picked it up & brought it to me. It was a square sheet of metal siding painted white (9"x8") & on one side (the side that had been facing upwards), hand-written in pencil in the center, was written, “12 ½ Wider”. On the other side, hand-written in pencil, in the upper left-hand corner, was written, “1 ½“ with an arrow pointing to the top edge of the metal.

Of course all of this was so strange & I couldn’t help but look for the paranormal aspect of things once all other humanly possible explanations for these things happening were exhausted, so I went back to the 1958 map to look for something to do with the house or boundary lines that would measure the same as what was written on the metal & somehow explain what was possibly trying to be communicated to us, perhaps by our dear Agathe Clavette.???

MYSTERIOUS WOOD MEASUREMENTS

Now this gets even weirder. Steve happened to notice that the house on the map in this spot was closer to the road than this house is now. We hadn’t noticed that previously. So, we re-measured where our boundary lines would be on the map & it fit exactly in the spot where the back of the old house had been, where it looked like an addition had been added to the original part of the old house & stuck out a bit from the main part of the house. We then measured on the map from the front of our house now to where the front of the old house would have been & guess what? It was 12 ½ feet! Then we measured it with the measuring tape & it came out exactly where the wood was then & is still sitting on the hood of the car! Then Steve measured from there to where the map said the end of the old porch had been & it came out to exactly underneath the utility lines! And then we measured 1 ½ feet from the house & it came out to 25 feet  from the center of the road!

In essence, all of the houses shown on the 1958 map that were within 25 feet from the center of the road were no longer existent & the utility poles are all new as of many years since 1958 (I’ll get back to you on the exact dates) & so we determined that the house that used to sit here & the houses that used to sit across that street were condemned to be torn down by the state at one point to make room for Rt. being widened.

Who helped us figure that out? All I can say is, “Thanks!” Maybe it was Agathe- I’m sure she had loved her home & didn’t want to tear it down, but was unwilling to give up her & her Husband’s home land & therefore found another building to put here, only this time back far enough so that nobody can make them tear it down. 1 ½ feet from our house is in the middle of our front porch and another surveyor Steve had talked to 2 years ago had told him that the state is planning on widening Rt. 1 (Main Street) again in the near future & will then have no choice but to buy our porch or home in order to tear it down to behind the 25 foot line from the center of the road. Hmmmmmm. Interesting.  (^_^)

“This Is Really Weird, Part 2” by Jessica S. Devoe

Written on: Wednesday, September 10, 2003; 2:30am

MESSAGE ON WOOD

Here’s an update to my story. About 5 days ago, that older guy stopped by to let us know what he found out about a motorcycle he had found that was for sale. He said, “Did you get my note the other day? We said, “What note?” He said, “I left a piece of wood on your truck with a note written on it. Well, at that point, neither Steve nor I had moved that piece of wood off of the truck So, we took it off the truck & looked at it. It said, “Alcide is dead. He hung himself.”, written in pencil. I guess that guy had asked around after we’d talked the other day & had heard of a sad story of the demise of Alcide Clavette. I’ll record the details once I figure the story out for sure. See, this older man has a very strong French accent & I was having difficulties discerning whether he was saying that Alcide had committed a murder/suicide or if this man was also telling us of other suicides in this area at the time… he was telling us about a few people who did that & I’m not totally sure if he meant that Alcide did that also or if he just hung himself. I’ll let you know. I think this gentleman who keeps stopping by is going to let us know everything he finds out- he’s a really nice guy.