Ghost stories from SLO County: Mr. Moody

October 21, 2013 

Have you ever had stairs that creak? Paso Robles resident Norma Moye said after she bought her 1890s Victorian home on Vine Street in 1975 she kept hearing 'creak, creak, creak' but never did see anyone go up those stairs. One night her daughter said, 'Mom, there's a ghost in this house.' She said he wears a black jacket, a top hat and he's from about the 1800s. A month later, her son came running down the hall and says 'Mother, there's a ghost in this house and he's been banging on my wall!' 'After a while I started to think maybe there was something there,' Moye said in 2003. 'Have you ever had hair on the back of your neck stand up? I started to feel that around my house.' Read more »

LAURA DICKINSON — ldickinson@thetribunenews.com

'Mr. Moody' told by Norma Moye in 2003:

I did not believe in spirits until I moved into the house on 18th and Vine (streets in Paso Robles). We bought it in 1975. When we pulled up, there was no electricity, nothing was hooked up and my husband said, "Well, I gotta go to L.A., you go in the house." I slept in the car.

So finally I did go in the house and started working hard on it. And occasionally -- Have you ever had stairs that creak? -- I kept hearing "creak, creak, creak" but never did see anyone go up those stairs until my daughter one night said, "Mom, there's a ghost in this house." She said he wears a black jacket, a top hat and he's from about the 1800s.

About a month later, my son comes running down the hall and says "Mother, there's a ghost in this house and he's been banging on my wall!"

After a while I started to think maybe there was something there. Have you ever had hair on the back of your neck stand up? I started to feel that around my house.

Once a lady who used to live there came up to visit. I asked if anyone had ever died upstairs, and she said yes. I asked what he looked like. She said he wears a black suit all the time, he's thin and he wears a top hat. That matches the same stories my daughter told me!

Well, then one day we were giving a tour of the house. I said, "This is Mr. Moody's room." I said I wanted Mr. Moody out of the room, and a man said this is what to do: Get a glass of water a put it in the room, and he won't bother you anymore. I put the glass in there, but one night my husband got very sick, so I gave him that glass of water and thought, "Ha! There goes Mr. Moody, down the river!"

Sometimes we have to believe and sometimes the ghosts never leave. But I know he is at my house because he follows me around all the time on the back of my neck.

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