Kari's Story:
Jess took me out there last summer we were sitting at her house talking about history, Egyptian history I think. I told her that someday I'd like to go see the pyramids, that they were like big, old, triangle houses full of history. When I said old houses, she lit up like she remembered something. She told me about the house and ended up dragging me out there. I don't believe in God, and I don't believe in ghosts, but after being in that house, I prayed to God every night that the ghosts wouldn't come. I didn't like being in there, firstly because it wasn't safe. The house is falling apart, really bad. Everything is broken, the floor, the walls. Just everything. I also didn't like the way my stomach felt when we were there. I felt like I was breaking into someone's house and that they'd be there any second to catch me. I was just nauseous. Jess had stopped along the way to pick up her friend Amber, who'd been out to the house before. Amber was all over the place. She went upstairs, and even Jess wouldn't go up there, she was too scared. I couldn't wait to leave, I felt so weird. I had trouble sleeping for a while after that. Nothing major happened though, and I stopped praying after a month or so. Ha.
Amber's Story:
Jess had taken me out to that house on Thanksgiving the year after I graduated high school. I spent Thanksgiving with her Dad and her, and afterwards we were looking for something to do. We ended up watching ghost hunters or something like that. I made the comment that it would be awesome to see a real haunted house, instead of all the fake ones they put up for halloween. She stood up, grabbed her keys, and told me to come along. She took me to the house and it was awesome! I walked around for a long time, and on the way back home she told me the legend about the slaves. As an African American, it made me sad that the story behind is was so brutal towards other African Americans. If it's true though, I hope that the spirits are happy staying in that house. After what they'd been through, they deserve it. I also hope that I didn't bring anything home with me, but it's been a long time and I don't think my house is haunted. So I'm sure I'm fine!
My Story:
The first time I went to the Heimberger House, I was a senior in high school. My friend Aydon needed to take pictures for his college course and asked if I would be in them with his friend Brittany. The three of us went down to the house, and Brittany told me the legend along the way. I was really excited to get to see this famous house, I'm really into ghost stories! We pulled up and just looking at the house gave me the chills, it had nothing to do with the fact that it was fall, I swear. I felt unsure about going in the house, my stomach was uneasy, but I couldn't help it. I made it over the hole of a porch, and stood inside what used to be a kitchen. I was amazed at everything I saw, I wanted to touch anything I could get my hands on. Aydon and Brittany started taking pictures while I looked around until they needed me. I took in the old, torn up wallpaper, the creaking wooden floors, and the breeze flowing throughout the house. It was close to dusk, and the sun was setting. Needless to say, I was a little scared. My ears started picking up noises that I didn't remember hearing when we came, and my eyes were playing tricks on me. I think. I stood in the window where the mother supposedly died, and Aydon took my picture. I felt weird about standing in that room, and I refused to go anywhere near the basement stairs. Nothing extrememly strange happened though, until two days later. My Dad called my school at noon to make sure I was there, I was called to the front office to speak to him on the phone. He asked me if I had gone home for anything, and I said no, that I'd been at school all day. He then said, "Well, that's just weird. You know those motion detector cameras I put around the house? The one in the office went off today around noon. It snapped three photos, but nothing was there." I felt my veins run cold, I hadn't told my Dad that I had been to that house two days prior. I went home after school and my Dad showed me the three quick snaps it got when it sensed movement. We both saw it at the same time. A face.
Aydon's Story:
Brittany took me out there one night when we were bored and looking for something to do. I wasn't really excited about it or anything, I don't believe in that stuff. Anyway, we got there and the house was creepy looking, but what abandoned house doesn't look creepy? But as soon as we went in, I wanted to get the hell out of there. I didn't like the way it made me feel, like the energies in the house were messed up or something. Brittany said she felt that way her first time there too, but she apparently told the ghosts that she wasn't there to bother them. I was in no way going to speak to, or acknowledge anybody or anything in that house except for Brittany. When I kicked a rock that fell through a hole in the floor, the noise echoed through the house and scared me, that was it. I ran out of there like my life depended on it. The weird feelings I had didn't go away until we'd driven out of sight of that house. I didn't go back for a long time, and I'll never go back again when it's dark out. Forget it.
I love this house! The first time I went I was probably a freshman in high school. My friends Ryan and Rachelle took me. It was the summer time and the whole thing started out as a dare, we'd heard the legend from other friends, and so we dared each other to go and get lost in the corn fields, and then find our way out. Ryan went first and he was in and out within ten minutes, laughing it off. Rachelle was supposed to go second, but she chickened out. I decided if Ryan could do it, so could I. I ran in and ran around in circles until I felt pretty disoriented. I got scared at first, but it wasn't too bad. I walked around for about a minute, maybe two, when I heard something crunching, like foot steps, crunching on dead leaves or sticks maybe. I yelled out "Haha Ryan, you're funny!" but when he yelled "What?" from quite a few yards away, I knew it wasn't him. I also knew Rachelle was too scared to come in, and I doubt she could have followed me without me in without me noticing. The foot steps were too close to me, and I ran like a bat out of hell. I was terrified. I didn't know if it was the owner of the property, or if it was a ghost. All I knew that either case was not something I wanted to deal with. I found my way out to my friends, besides being scared I was fine. We wandered through the house after that, but I didn't let go of Rachelle's hand, and I told the ghosts we weren't there to mess with them. I don't know if there are ghosts, or if they heard me, but it made me feel a little better.
Rachelle's Story:
Ryan took me for the first time and since it was daylight, I wasn't scared. We just walked around and looked all the graffiti and everything. I loved the piano, so I broke off a key and ended up making a necklace out of it. The corn was all cut down then, so the house looked really big when we pulled up. It was so creepy looking, like it belonged in a scary movie. I guess there was a real scary movie when the first people lived there, which is sad. I really liked the house once I got inside, from whats left of it, you could tell it was beautiful when it was all whole. It's big and spacy, with a different build then all of the houses today. The floors were all wooden and there were two stairways that led upstairs. There was one wall that was curved, instead of just being straight like you'd think. It was really amazing. I wish that thye guy who owns it would sell it, if I could, I'd buy it and fix it up. I wouldn't live there though, until I had a reverend come out and bless the place. For a couple days after I'd been there, I had really bad dreams. It stopped after maybe three days, but i didn't regret going. I've been back a few times since then.
Ryan's Story:
I don't remember when I first went, maybe when I was in grade eight. I was hanging out with my older brother and his girlfriend. I know, party pooper, right? It was my mother's stipulation that I be with them if they went out alone. Anyway, Jenna suggested we go see an old abandoned house, since we had just been driving around and doing nothing for about an hour. I was bored out of my mind, so I was game. Mike didn't want to go, but he really had no choice since Jenna always called the shots. They traded seats so she could drive, she said she never remembers street names, but she could get us there. It took us about thirty minutes to get there from where we had been. It was summertime, and it was still light out. When we got there I was the first one to climb out of the car and rush in. I didn't hear the story behind it until after we'd left. I ran around from room to room and checked things out. Jenna and Mike made their way in. Mike didn't like it from the second he stepped inside, and he said he'd wait in the car for us. Jenna took a look around, and said she was sad people kept coming in and ruining everything with spray paint. She grinned and looked at me and said "You know this place is haunted right?" I acted nonchalant, like so what? But it scared me, I'd never been one to mess with ghosts or anything. I told her I should go check on Mike since he seemed scared. Yeah right, I just wanted out. Jenna came out about two minutes after me and we left. I asked her why it was haunted and she told me the story. I didn't go back for a couple years, and when I did go back, I went with my friends, so it was more fun that way.