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  • Paperback: 192 pages
  • Publisher: Llewellyn Publications (Sept. 8 2005)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0738707775
  • ISBN-13: 978-0738707778
  • Product Dimensions: 15.3 x 1.2 x 23.1 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 227 g
  • Average Customer Review: 3.5 out of 5 stars 4 customer reviews
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About the Author

Raised in a family with Irish-German roots and strong intuitive abilities, the unseen world of angels, spirits, and lost souls has always been a familiar part of Annie Wilder's everyday life. A writer and mother of grown children, she regularly hosts haunted tea parties in her spirit-filled Victorian house nestled in a sleepy Mississippi River town in Minnesota. Her haunted house has been featured in several television and print news stories, investigated by teams of ghost hunters, and visited by a number of prominent psychics including Linda Drake and Echo Bodine.

Annie Wilder is the author of House of Spirits and Whispers and Spirits Out of Time.

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UNLOVED AND SPOOKY. Those were my first impressions of the old house. It looked eerily vacant, even though the previous owner-an old man-had lived there for thirty-some years until his death six months earlier. Although shabby now, with peeling paint and a roof so timeworn it looked mossy around the edges, I could see that the Victorian house had once been grand. From the outside, it looked like an abandoned old-fashioned schoolhouse (an apt first impression, as it turned out) with what appeared to be brick siding (it wasn't), long narrow windows, and porches all around. A small twelve-paned attic window tucked under the front roof peak caught my eye because it was quaint and interesting, and I really was hoping to find a home with at least one charming feature. Because I loved old houses and my housing budget was relatively puny, I had looked at a lot of homes that were in terrible states of disrepair or had significant architectural problems (one house I looked at years before had an open staircase leading into the home's only bathroom).  

Another problem I encountered with houses in my price range was a "troubled" vibe-a vibe usually caused not by the dead, but by the living. The most common form of negative energy seemed to be fear, reflected in a "compound" milieu-homes barricaded behind nearly impassable stacks of junk, mean dogs, big fences, and yards filled with old vehicles.

I had looked at dozens of houses in the preceding months. My realtor, Todd, was an uncommonly patient man, a musician at heart whose day (and night and weekend) job was selling houses. In all that time, I had only looked at one other house that seemed spooky. It was an old house at the top of a hill-a Dutch colonial, like the Amityville Horror house.. You could only get to the house by walking up a long flight of stairs-there was no driveway. My mom was looking at houses with us that day, and as the three of us climbed the steep staircase, the house's front screen door started banging open and shut. That probably would have been enough to keep me from going in, but it was a breezy day, so we attributed the door's theatrics to the wind. However, other small things inside the Dutch colonial also seemed "off." I tripped as I stepped in the porch; something felt unsettled throughout the home, but especially in the kitchen and one bedroom; and in the otherwise empty house, we came across a piece of scrap wood that had the word "DIE" spray painted on it in black.  

I made an offer on the Dutch colonial anyway, after getting an estimate on completely repairing and restoring it, because it was an attractive and interesting old house and it had a really private yard. I even liked the weirdness of it being accessible only by making the pilgrimage up the steps. The owners weren't impressed with my offer, however, and the price they wanted was too high for me to be able to make the repairs to the home that I felt were necessary, so I did not end up buying the Amityville Horror house. My ability to sense the energy of places was reasonably well developed from having made my living by cleaning houses at different times in my life. I believe that anyone can tune in to just about anything if they give it enough energy and attention. Since I spent long days working alone, scrubbing and sweeping and dusting my way through my customers' homes, I became attuned to houses.  

It's also true that a strong intuitive ability runs in my family. My mom can see and hear spirits, and both her mother and mother's mother, who were Irish, were psychic, too. I adored my Irish grandma, who was very kind and always interested in the things kids have to say. Her house was beautiful and magical-there were ceramic elves and leprechauns hidden in her houseplants, satin gowns and fur coats in her closet. She even had an entire kitchen drawer just for cookies and doughnuts.  

My grandma used to tell me stories about banshees and fairies. She said her mother believed that the fairies, or "little people," had come to this country with the Irish immigrants, hidden in suitcases and trunks. At night, my great grandma would set out a saucer of milk or bread crusts for the little people who, according to her, would disguise themselves as rabbits when humans were around.  

On my dad's side, his father, who was a Montana farmer, would just "know stuff." For example, one time when they were driving, my grandpa knew their neighbor they had just passed on the road had been in a car accident and they had to turn around and go help him. My dad is able to "dowse" to find buried water pipes and electrical lines. And my dad's German grandmother had premonitions of tragic events, including a fatal plane crash. I overheard the adults talking about it when I was a kid. It terrified me since I was already afraid of my great grandma. She was very small and stern, and wore dark clothes all the time. Since she could see the future, I was afraid she could read my mind and knew how much I didn't want to go to her house for visits.  

When Todd told me about the big old Victorian house in the neighboring small historic river town of Sibley, Minnesota, he warned me that something might be wrong with it. Even though it was priced far below market value, it had been on the market for six months with no offers.  

But I was three weeks away from the move-out date for my home, and the deal on the house I thought I was buying had fallen apart at the last minute. It was the third time in a year that I was set to buy a property, and the third time the deal had fallen through. Not relishing the thought of moving into my parents' basement with my teenagers, Molly and Jack (and since I had not yet mentioned the idea to either my parents or my kids), I was very motivated to find a place to live.

 I was reaching a turning point in my life. My family, and especially my kids, had always been at the center of my life. Raising kids was probably the best and most meaningful experience of my adult life. It was a big part of my happiness. I knew I was heading into the homestretch of day-to-day parenting, and I knew how much I was going to miss it when it was over.  

Other changes were in the air, too. I wanted to find a better job in a different field, and my relationship of two years had just ended. It seemed like a good time to try to make some long-held dreams come true, starting with my desire to live in a grand and interesting old house. I figured if I found a cool old house in my price range, it would need some love and attention.  That was fine with me. I'd have the rest of my life to work on it.  

Warrior princess Molly, who was sixteen, didn't care where we lived- she had her eye on the door and the total freedom that awaited her at age eighteen. Fourteen-year-old Jack, the trickster, wanted to finish high school in our old town in Wisconsin. He didn't care where we lived either, as long as he could still go to the same school and hang out with his friends.  

So along with my high hopes and small budget, I also had a very limited geographic area to work with-within driving distance of friends and schools in our old town. Todd took my nearly impossible wish list in stride, in the low-key way you would expect from someone who wears purple Keds. He seemed only mildly surprised when the old house that sounded like a perfect match suddenly appeared on the MLS, which is a list of all of the properties for sale in a designated region.  

The old house was in a neighborhood that was historic and interesting, and as I looked around, I felt at once hopeful and wary. Why hadn't anyone bought this house? Although the neighboring houses were in varying states of disrepair, the street boasted some of the town's most architecturally noteworthy homes. In its earlier years, the street had been referred to as the "silk stocking district" because of all the well-to-do families who made their homes there.  

Across the street from the old house was a stately three-story brick Victorian mansion, with a third floor balcony and chimneys dotting the roof like toadstools. Built as a private residence in 1881, at different times it had served as a hospital, a nursing home, and, it was rumored, a sanitarium. In its latest incarnation, it was an upscale bed and breakfast. Kitty-corner from the old house was a funeral home. Kitty-corner in the other direction was a beautiful old German Catholic church and an elementary school. Within strolling distance of the old house were six churches and three schools, the Mississippi river, and a downtown so picturesque it was used as a location for filming movies and commercials.  

Unlike the rest of the historic homes in the sleepy old neighborhood that were hidden away behind towering oaks and century-old maples, there were no trees in this yard-and no flowers, shrubs, or vines, either. Standing sentry on the house's side boulevard were three Chinese elms, a type of tree that seems to delight in throwing its twigs and branches around the yard as much and as often as possible. I was all too familiar with Chinese elm trees, having played pick-up sticks with a neighbor's property-line elm for fifteen years. The old house sat on a corner lot- something else I noted without too much enthusiasm, as the home my kids and I were leaving was also on a corner lot, and I had been hoping for something more private.  

But I could see that the lot had the potential to be a breathtaking yard, the kind I'd always dreamed about. (My dreams have always been bigger than my budget, but I can usually figure out a way to make things happen.) I could envision hedges around the back, oak trees on the front boulevard, a statue encircled by flowers in the front yard, vines on the bare stone walls, a wrought iron fence, and, eventually, stone walkways winding lazily through the gardens. In the coming years, some of the house's magic (or strangeness) found its way to the yard as well. A grapevine grew up from nowhere after I'd wished for one to cover a bare stone wall. A lone yellow flower, a replica of a wooden flower in the bay window above it, appeared in a cement crack. And on summer evenings at dusk, in the first years especially, my kids and I would sit on old wooden chairs on the back porch and be treated to a swoopy bat parade as hundreds of bats circled our house. But on that late winter day, the bare yard gave no hint of what was to come.  

Todd consulted his sheet and announced that we were supposed to go in through the back door. I took one more look around, then followed him down an old carriage driveway to the back of the house.

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While this book didn't really SCARE me...and for some reason I like to be scared, it had some really creepy moments in it.

I enjoyed the book immensely, and it was an easy read. It was nice to see that the author remained in the house, and decided to learn to live with the hauntings.

A good read, and well written, I especially appreciated the drawings of the floor plans of the house as it helped me to visualize the areas of the house that she was talking about. I wish more authors would do that.

Another recent read along the same lines that I totally recommend is:

Overshadows: An Investigation into a Terrifying Modern Canadian Haunting
by Richard Palmisano ~ I gave it 5 stars and would have given it more if I could have :)
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I can't say that I didn't enjoy this book because I did. I won't bother giving a synopsis as that's readily available above.

I grew very fond of the old gent that haunted the home as well as the two old fashioned sisters. I've experienced hauntings first hand and was very captivated by the author's experiences - at first.

As I read on, though, I found that the author lost credibility. The story went from an interesting haunting to Ms. Wilder's subsequent OBEs, astral dreams, multiple psychic consults, portals, recently dead from the funeral home across the street drifting through 24/7, etc. etc. By the end of the book I was expected an alien abduction as I think that's all that was left out.

I have an open mind, but I just didn't buy everything "documented" in this book.
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Annie Wilder's "House of Spirits & Whispers" is not your typical haunted house book, and believe me, I've read more than a few. Not that there's anything wrong with typical haunted house books, absolutely not. But this one weaves a strange spell; it's creepy and intense, yet strangely warm and comforting, like a favourite blanket. The author describes in rich, vivid detail her experiences as she buys, and eventually comes to feel comfortable, in her new house. Interesting details such as specific floorplans make you feel a real part of the proceedings, and the author has a real knack for storytelling; you truly feel like you're being taken on a guided tour of a house that's, well, full of surprises. I hadn't expected to enjoy this as much as I did; I prefer my paranormal books to be more down-to-earth, such as Elaine Mercato's fantastic "Grave's End", and Ms. Wilder has a tendency to be a little too new-agey for my taste, but that's a minor quibble when you consider just how enthralling this book is. I seem to always pick it up on a warm, dark, windy summer night, when all's quiet and I can open all of the windows and just settle in. I usually finish it in one or two sittings. If you love first-person paranormal books like the aforementioned "Grave's End" or Dorah Williams' "Haunted" and have been put off by this book's description, give it a chance. You may be very pleasantly surprised.
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Well, better late than never! Was a little over 2 weeks past my estimated delivery date to receive. Other than that all was good. Thank you.
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35 of 35 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa70df810) out of 5 stars "Whispers" of creepiness May 25 2006
By Pandora Spox - Published on Amazon.com
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Pretty interesting first-person account of a haunting -- another scary ghost-ridden house that somehow compelled the owner to fall in love with the place at first sight despite its creepiness (see "Haunted: The Incredible True Story of a Canadian Family's Experience Living in a Haunted House" by Dorah L. Williams).

One of the first occurrences was pretty creepy -- the author heard a disembodied voice having a one-way conversation and it sounded eerily tinny and hollow. "It was frustrating to me that I could almost but not quite understand what the voice had said. Hollow and flat, with an odd metallic quality, the voice had been just indistinct enough to remain indecipherable. It wasn't gobbledegook, but most of the words seemed to be missing syllables or would taper off into nothingness." That's the sort of concept that'll keep you up at 3 a.m....

There was another intriguing and kind of funny incident wherein the narrator has an out-of-body experience and, in that state, decides to check the house for hidden money (after having found a can of old money, documents, etc. in the basement). She sees the ghosts of two sisters who lived in the house: "My feelings were a little hurt because they seemed to disapprove of me. I wondered if they objected to my astral search for money. I couldn't think of any other reason for them to be annoyed. I was still really tired and decided that not only did I not care if they were annoyed, but that I was annoyed with them for having an opinion about it."

The author ended each chapter with a tease of what was to come, which made for good segues but eventually got a little gimmicky/predictable formula-wise.

The incidents themselves didn't really build up a storyline-type momentum -- since it's a true account, that makes sense, but you still hope for reveals and revelations that just didn't happen. Yet I felt the author tried to build that suspense even if in the end she knew there were no cinematic climaxes. But it's still a well-told, engagingly matter-of-fact documentation of strange phenomena.
22 of 23 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa70df864) out of 5 stars Spooky, quirky, suspenseful and even funny... Sept. 16 2005
By bookfriend - Published on Amazon.com
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Just in time for Halloween! If you enjoy some real personality, quirkiness and spiritual questing served alongside your ghostly manifestations and other hair-raising events, then what are you waiting for? Throw this one in the shopping cart. Especially because Leon (the brooding, tobacco-chewing chief ghost at Annie Wilder's house) might get even tougher to live with if "his" book gets less than its due.

Full disclosure: The author is a friend, I took a look at the manuscript early on, and I've been to her magical, spooky house 8 or 10 times. Weird things definitely happen there. I stayed there one night and had a house-inspired, ghosty dream. In my dream, a little boy was standing in the room watching me sleep. Then a bunch of Annie's relatives started filing into the bedroom. Feeling a little self-conscious, I got up and left the room. That was when I found a new room in her house--one that doesn't actually exist (physically, anyway). It was long and narrow like a portrait gallery, and there were paintings on the wall that changed scenes when I looked away. One, I remember, started out as a picture of a nice white brick farmhouse, then changed to something else.

After I woke up and told Annie about the dream, she got an odd look on her face, and said that she used to have a painting like that. Yikes.

Her story is suspenseful, there's a full cast of characters and cats, and the writing is quite well done. There is a lot to sink your teeth into: she incorporates various alternative spirituality ideas and practices into the story as part of her life in the house--interesting and educational, too. Leon the Ghost becomes incorporated into the family and repair projects-kind of a "Ghost and Mrs. Muir" thing (without the romance). Read it. Annie really is an original. What else would you call a woman who is much more afraid of snakes than of being haunted?
19 of 20 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa70dfc9c) out of 5 stars Very interesting reading Feb. 21 2006
By Barks Book Nonsense - Published on Amazon.com
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This was an interesting book about a house filled with spirits of all sorts (none were too scary, however) but it needed some editing. The author has a tendency to skip around all over the place while telling her story which drove me a little nuts after awhile. I prefer things all orderly-like and this was too scattered. Still, I enjoyed the author. She seems like a fun, down-to-earth lady with a very cool home.
15 of 16 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa70dfc84) out of 5 stars Excellent Haunted House Tale Sept. 7 2005
By Bonnie Jo Davis - Published on Amazon.com
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Annie Wilder and her teenage children purchase a 100 year old home and inherit ghosts galore. Annie and her children immediately begin to have paranormal experiences that keep them awake night and afraid even in the day. Apparently the house is not only haunted but is a way station for those spirits crossing to the other site! Annie is open minded and soon learns to communicate with the ghosts and to help some of them cross over to the other site. This true life story is a compelling read that will keep you up at night.
11 of 11 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa6d1515c) out of 5 stars Thrill ride experience in book form Jan. 5 2006
By David W. Schrader - Published on Amazon.com
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Very few books in this genre actually scare me. This book is one of the rare finds that truly does hold the reader captive from one heart pounding chapter to the next.

From the opening pages of Chapter 1 right through the end of the book, Annie Wilder delivers a fantastic true account of her experiences with the paranormal as it takes residence in her dream home.

I would reccomend this book to anyone that wants a genuine scare and doesn't mind looking over their shoulder for some time after reading it.


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