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Murray Hill Haunted House

Sad Man

Address:

916 Talbot Avenue
Jacksonville, FL
32205
United States

About:

In 1949 Pete (The Ghost) was alive and well living at 916 Talbot Avenue in Jacksonville, Fl with his wife and child. He loved his house because it was the oldest house in Murray Hill built in 1897.

History:

Pete (the Ghost) bought a televison in 1949 a tube blew, he removed the back of the tv and removed the burnt tube, leaving the back off he went to purchase a new tube. While he was gone his little boy, 5 years old, went behind the tv and put his little hand in the blank tube socket and died. When Pete returned he found his wife holding their little boy. Pete was a policeman when this horrible thing happen, he began to drink over the guilt he felt about his son's death, after awhile he was fired from his job and then his wife left him then finally he sat down in the livingroom of 916 Talbot Avenue with a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. Pete has never left. When I first bought the house in 1992 I was a young woman and Pete was always flirting with me, (Pete was 33 years old when he died) by handing me towel when I reach for one from the shower, once he kissed me on the back. I'm now fifty and Pete stopped flirting about ten years ago with me, but if my nieces come to spend the night they will hear from him in one way or the other. He has enjoyed our restoration of this wonderful house but he messes with the workman by hiding tools unplugging power tools or once when I was having a chimney repaired he moved the ladder on our mason while he was on the roof. He has a sense of humor, if we have a party he will show-up for photos most of the time. He says good morning to some of my guest if they sleep in his room up stairs. We have learned to live with Pete. My husband and I have raised several boys in this house and all have had their own experiences with him. The only one who ever saw him was our oldest nephew who lived with us when we first bought our home. We were playing upstairs in the back bedroom with a toy duck, it wheeled onto the sun porch that attaches to the bedroom. My nephew ran after it and looked up and said hello to something I did not see. I asked, "Tripp who are you talking to?" He replied, "That Man," What Man, " I asked back. "That one," pointing up in front of him. "What does he look like?" "He has hair the color of carrots," he answered. I saw nothing. My nephew was three at the time. Pete would hide homework or some special toy of the boys and they would come running to tell on Pete to me, I would yell, "alright Pete put it back, ha ha ha, we laughed now put it back and wait a few minutes and whatever was missing was put in the middle of the bed in Pete favorite bedroom. The kids are grown and gone and Pete, I believe, is most likely sitting in the livingroom watching tv with me and my husband. I think he's waiting for a new young family to move in so he can play tricks again.