House Brownie Haunting
Have you ever left your keys on the table and later found them hanging up on the key hook? Have you ever found yourself confused at a neatly stacked pile of mail that was a mess the night before? Or do little items go missing only to show up in a random place later? If you have ever had such experiences around your home, you may have a House Brownie living with you. The legend of the House Brownie originates from Scotland and has spread around world. Brownies are not the only Domestic Spirits in the world; not at all. It seems that just about every culture around the world has a House Spirit similar to the Brownie that lives with people in their homes. Brownies are small humanoid spirits that are usually male. They are often dressed in brown clothes from head to toe; hence how they got their name. Not only that more often than not they come out at night to do small chores around the home. Brownies are also protectors of the home they live in and the people that he lives with. If a Brownie decides that he likes the home and family, he will stay with the family for generations. With this in mind I wanted to share my experiences with our Brownie that has kindly chosen to stay with us.
Before my husband and I moved into our home, the builders asked if we would like them to cut down the five oak trees in the backyard. We asked them to leave the trees as they are. Not only do we love nature, the idea of cutting down the trees felt wrong. Perhaps a month after we moved in the house and got settled in, I was sitting outside knitting. It was a beautiful clear, bright day. The only noise I could hear was the sounds of the birds singing. Then suddenly I heard a “POP” in the oak trees I was sitting close to. It sounded like those little white poppers that your throw to the ground to get them to make a noise. I looked up in the tree and there was a glittering shower of light fell from the tree. I watched the light dissipate before it hit the ground. I was sitting in my chair in disbelief as I’ve never seen anything like it before. I got up and walked over where I saw the shower of light fall. There was nothing on the ground. I looked up in to the trees, nothing there. Then I realized that the birds stopped singing and there was not a squirrel in sight. I looked around the ground and trees a bit more. Then the birds and the squirrels seemed to come back. It is said that before a Brownie picks a home to live in they live in trees and abandoned locations. At the time I did not know what to make of this experience that I had. Upon reflecting on this event I believe this is when our Brownie “popped” in and decided to make us his humans.
Several weeks later after my experience in the garden I was working in the kitchen. My little Boston terrier, Missy was in the backyard playing and I was home alone. I became distracted from my work when I heard a little rustling noise behind my refrigerator. I looked over to see if it was Missy trying to get something from under the refrigerator. No, she was still outside. I was taken aback by what was really making the noise. A little figure about 16 inches high with big black eyes, dressed in brown from head to toe was peeking at me from behind the fridge door. He wore a wide brim hat that was a bit of a burnt red color. As soon as he realized that I saw him he scurried to get the back of my fridge. I rushed over to see if I could get another look at him but before I could see him again I heard at “pop” noise behind my refrigerator. I pulled the appliance back and of course, nothing was there. This is the only time that I have actually seen this little House Spirit. It is not the only time, however, that I have noticed his presence in my home.
It is a well known fact that I can leave my knitting tools and yarn an absolute mess. Yarn is all tied in knots and my needles are left unorganized. I have instances where I go to bed with my work basket in the middle of floor in total chaos. I wake up to find it tucked in its proper place with my yarn rolled up in neat balls and my needles put away. Stacks of papers I leave spread out on my coffee table at night are separated into neat little piles by morning. Looking around the high corners of my home there is not a cob web to be found despite out lack of ability to clean that high. We have a decorative shelf by the ceiling and have noticed the rare times that we are up that high; there is not a speck of dust up there to be found. These little chores being done have recently expanded out into my backyard garden. Lately the flowers that are planted in out vertical planter hanging on the fence are thriving. Usually since we have tried using it flowers die within the week. Our winter vegetable harvest is more abundant than we have ever had it despite not fertilizing the plants. Our bird feeder is often filled with us being out of bird seed all week. It was not until a very gifted psychic confirmed that it was in fact a Brownie that was haunting our home.
For the most part, life is very peaceful. Our home stayed tidy and quiet. I never realized that Brownies do have temper tantrums as well. About two years ago my husband went to Puerto Rico for four days. At the same time I was holding on to an old doll for my Aunt and Uncle since they were moving to a new home. The doll has been seen moving on its own and changing facial expressions. She scared me a bit so I kept the doll in the spare room closet. I put her on the top shelf and left her there. Over the course of the four days I heard heaps of things being knocked around in the back closet. I went to investigate what is going on. I found the doll on the floor, party napkins tossed everywhere, and oddly enough leaves. At first I thought it was the doll that was making all the noise and fuss. I put the closet back in order and left the doll on the floor. A few minutes later the noise started up again. I went back into the closet to see what was happening. Again the neat little closet was in disarray. The doll was once again in a different area than where I left her. I brought my dog in from outside to see if she would have a reaction to the doll. She was more interested in that items tossed around the closet than the “mysterious” old doll. This issue within the closet went on even after I gave the doll back to my uncle. It was not until my husband got home that the noise and chaos stopped. Another psychic explained that it was not the doll that was causes the issues. It was the Brownie that was upset that my husband was gone; that he is very attached to him and was missing him a lot. After my husband came home all of the clamor stopped as suddenly as it started.
I suggest that the next time that items in your home show up in places that you did not leave them, hear little footsteps in your attic, or see a little movement out of the corner of your eye; keep in mind that human spirits are not the only entities that become attached to locations or people. I challenge everyone reading this on researching haunting of non human ghosts. It is a chance to gain more knowledge of the unseen world.
Before my husband and I moved into our home, the builders asked if we would like them to cut down the five oak trees in the backyard. We asked them to leave the trees as they are. Not only do we love nature, the idea of cutting down the trees felt wrong. Perhaps a month after we moved in the house and got settled in, I was sitting outside knitting. It was a beautiful clear, bright day. The only noise I could hear was the sounds of the birds singing. Then suddenly I heard a “POP” in the oak trees I was sitting close to. It sounded like those little white poppers that your throw to the ground to get them to make a noise. I looked up in the tree and there was a glittering shower of light fell from the tree. I watched the light dissipate before it hit the ground. I was sitting in my chair in disbelief as I’ve never seen anything like it before. I got up and walked over where I saw the shower of light fall. There was nothing on the ground. I looked up in to the trees, nothing there. Then I realized that the birds stopped singing and there was not a squirrel in sight. I looked around the ground and trees a bit more. Then the birds and the squirrels seemed to come back. It is said that before a Brownie picks a home to live in they live in trees and abandoned locations. At the time I did not know what to make of this experience that I had. Upon reflecting on this event I believe this is when our Brownie “popped” in and decided to make us his humans.
Several weeks later after my experience in the garden I was working in the kitchen. My little Boston terrier, Missy was in the backyard playing and I was home alone. I became distracted from my work when I heard a little rustling noise behind my refrigerator. I looked over to see if it was Missy trying to get something from under the refrigerator. No, she was still outside. I was taken aback by what was really making the noise. A little figure about 16 inches high with big black eyes, dressed in brown from head to toe was peeking at me from behind the fridge door. He wore a wide brim hat that was a bit of a burnt red color. As soon as he realized that I saw him he scurried to get the back of my fridge. I rushed over to see if I could get another look at him but before I could see him again I heard at “pop” noise behind my refrigerator. I pulled the appliance back and of course, nothing was there. This is the only time that I have actually seen this little House Spirit. It is not the only time, however, that I have noticed his presence in my home.
It is a well known fact that I can leave my knitting tools and yarn an absolute mess. Yarn is all tied in knots and my needles are left unorganized. I have instances where I go to bed with my work basket in the middle of floor in total chaos. I wake up to find it tucked in its proper place with my yarn rolled up in neat balls and my needles put away. Stacks of papers I leave spread out on my coffee table at night are separated into neat little piles by morning. Looking around the high corners of my home there is not a cob web to be found despite out lack of ability to clean that high. We have a decorative shelf by the ceiling and have noticed the rare times that we are up that high; there is not a speck of dust up there to be found. These little chores being done have recently expanded out into my backyard garden. Lately the flowers that are planted in out vertical planter hanging on the fence are thriving. Usually since we have tried using it flowers die within the week. Our winter vegetable harvest is more abundant than we have ever had it