Haunted House in Hayfield, Minnesota: A Personal Story

A few years ago in 2014, I was living in a very small, rural town of Hayfield, Minnesota. It was a wonderful little town with good natured people. They were welcoming of strangers in a pleasant Minnesota way.

Having come off the streets of Chicago, I needed a rest from extreme urban life. I rented a house. It was reasonable for rent. It was old. It was also oddly renovated. 

One window in the living room was removed, the bathroom was off the side of the sun porch, and there were tell-tale seams where rooms were altered.

It had a full, cold, damp, concrete basement, the main floor with the living room, kitchen, single bedroom, and the aforementioned sun porch. And it had a finished attic which could be used for a bedroom if you stretched the definition of bedroom. It was quaint, and cute. It served my purpose.

This little house, however, had an odd sort of oppressive presence. The presence was like a cloud, or fog, of sadness which hung over the house. It was like a peculiar odor which you could get used to, and it doesn’t register with you. Over a short span of time it went away. There was one exception.

I was the overnight Security Guard at OMC (Olmsted Medical Center). I was up nights, and slept most days. Randomly, as I would lay and let sleep catch up with me, I could hear the faint music from an old (1930’s era) radio, with the music dating from the 1940. A couple of times, I could hear the muffled voices of Radio Stars from the World War II years. It was interesting, and entertaining, but I could never find where it was coming from.

Eventually, I had to move out. I never did find where that radio was playing from. I suspect it wasn’t from this realm.

To be Continued