Reader Contributes Ghostly Adventure

Recently Michelle Rose Bowers contacted me at the Wake Forest News and this article on abandoned houses. Here is Michelle’s second contribution.

Stay At Home Mom by Day, Ghost Hunter by Night

By Michelle Rose Bowers

During my first article you learned how I am a stay at home mom, part-time photographer, online poker aficionado, abandoned home stalker and a doctor. I’m the type of doctor that got all of her education from Web MD and Google. One thing I failed to mention is how I am also a novice ghost hunter. Just call me Michelle ‘Zak Bagans‘ Bowers. I believe that is why abandoned old homes appeal to me so much. Sometimes when walking around them I can feel the energy; the old memories still alive in the houses, permeating through every crack in a floor board or through every eave of a roof.

Six years ago I was beyond thrilled when my mom bought a one hundred acre farm in Virginia. The main plantation style house, Red Hill, was built-in 1899.

old farm

It is a beautiful home with its own history and supernatural events that I will save for another day. What really appealed to me was her neighbor’s 1,000 acre farm!

His farm not only has three main homes, it also has slave cabins, slave graves and the one thing I started salivating over the minute I heard about it, a home that was used as a Civil War field hospital! What the what??!!!

This combined all of my loves. It was apparently in disrepair (abandoned), I could photograph it, obviously a doctor resided in it at some point so I could use my Google medical terminology while ghost hunting in it!!

I HAD to meet this neighbor!! My mom said, “Ride on over and introduce yourself, he will let you do whatever you want.”

So I did just that!

You know you aren’t in Raleigh anymore when the first words out of a new acquaintance’s mouth is, “Do you all want to ride a cow?”


My seven-year old’s hand shot up immediately. I sat back thinking that it would make a very interesting Facebook profile picture for myself if I did hoist my butt up on it. I immediately changed my mind when my daughter started screaming that flies were going in her mouth. I then asked if I could explore his Civil War hospital house? Sure!

“Do you mind if I go in it at night and, I don’t know, look for ghosts?” I asked.

“Sure, but if you really want some ghosts come to my house one night. I hear them whispering every night.”

While that was intriguing and I was tempted to take him up on the offer, the topaz colored liquid in his mason jar told me it might not be just ghosts whispering. I digress as I sip my Chardonnay colored liquid.

My mom’s only neighbor then told me where the key is hidden to the Civil War field hospital. This seemed too good to be true. So I can go in it whenever I want? At any time of night?

“Yea, I don’t care.”

So I immediately set up my ghost hunting team. My 20-year-old son and his 20-year-old friend. First thing we did was go into it during the day to get a “feel” for the house. During the day it wasn’t all that scary. There were quite a few reddish blood like stains near the doctor’s office that seemed to be embedded into the original hardwood flooring.

One room upstairs we went into we all kind of felt a suffocating, almost nauseating feeling while in the room. I even told the guys, “I need to get out for fresh air.”

While I was outside they said a lightbulb hanging in that room started swaying on its own and they heard men mumbling. I am one that tries to debunk things rather than immediately assume something as truth so that was one spot on my list for that night.

  1. Get back upstairs in the pitch dark and see if walking around makes the lightbulb sway. Will I hear men mumbling?
  2. Sit in doctor’s office and talk to “Doctor”.
  3. Go into doctor’s bedroom and again talk to him.

Just taking in the history of the house amazes me. Imagine soldiers trudging through my mom’s property and her neighbor’s property trying to get help from a doctor with no medical skills or tools that we know of today. How did leg amputations happen? How did bullet removal happen? How did body burials happen?

I’m the good kind of ghost hunter because I try to think of what they were going through at the time. When I went back that night I tried to consider any trapped spirits by bringing a crisp Pinot Grigio rather than a full-bodied Merlot. (Just kidding)

What happened was for real and will be shared next week. 🙂


Here is a sneak peek of the house. One part was built during the Revolutionary War. The left part you can’t see completely was used as the hospital. What you can see is the doctor’s office.

Please visit my page for more updates of future abandoned homes in North Carolina. Visit my page and Wake Forest News for future installments of this article. I have no affiliation with Wake Forest News, just a reader with a story to share.

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