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ABIGAIL'S LETTER by Terrie M. Scott, July 16, 2013

terrie scottHey everyone! I already have my tickets to see THE CONJURING on Thursday evening. I'm extremely interested to see something I can actually relate to. I'm sure I'll be writing about it once I climb out from under my bed...

I receive a lot of email from well meaning people with words of advice or offering to help . All with good intentions. I could do this as a full time job, just trying to keep up with it all. I don't reply very often anymore. I just can't. I'm not trying to be rude, but I'm trying to have a wall between myself and the effects of the Rectory. Spending the day answering emails about all that nasty crap, just defeats the purpose.

A couple of weeks ago, after I published my blog entitled “The Conjuring,” I received a letter which I can not ignore. I'd like to share it with you. Shared with Abigail's permission.

~Abigail's Letter~

“Hi Terrie,

I just read your current blog about The Rectory, and I just wanted to say - I believe you. You mentioned crazy things that no one would probably believe. I for one believe you 100%.

This is why I believe you...

I grew up on Steiner Street in the big red school building up the road from the rectory. My family moved there when I was about 7 years old. My summer days as a kid when Sedamsville actually saw families and flourished with children, unlike now - the summer days for me and my siblings as well as our friends were playing in the and around the Rectory, the school and the church. That was pretty much our playground.

When I was 12, my family needed a bigger house, my dad met the man who owned the Nun's House and the School associated with the church and the Rectory and he started working under the table for him and the man offered to give my dad an awesome deal on the rent to the Nun's house. My dad of course accepted, being a father of 7 and had one on the way we needed the space.

We moved in the Nun's residence there probably in mid 1994. Directly after moving in there everything in my families lives started to crumble. My mom and dad started fighting constantly. There was always this air of bad feelings and stress.

My siblings even started acting out of character. One of my brothers went as far as to set one of my other brothers on FIRE while he was in a sleeping bag once. He had no explanation to what drove him to do it.

Months after moving in, things got very bad for us. My father started having health issues and couldn't work as much, leaving my family very broke and very stressed.

I can't describe all the insanity that happened there, it would take days. The best way I can describe it is being followed by sorrow and evil to the point you feel like you cannot breath.

The worst my family had it while living there was to come on May 9, 1995 when my dad was well enough to resume work next door on the school building for the owner. That afternoon my dad fell from the scaffolding, where the walkway is behind the church to the school building and there is a drop next to the cement stairs. He hit the concrete after falling and my siblings were in the yard next door playing and watched this happen. He was air transported to UC and died that night.

Following my dad's death after coming back home from the hospital the following morning, my mother was comforting my younger siblings and there was a knock on the back door. I opened the door and there was a small older nun standing there who told me she was sorry for what had happened to my dad handed me an envelope and asked I give it to my mom. I asked if she wanted my mom and she said not to bother her.

I didn't think anything at that moment. Thanked her and shut the door went to walk to find my mom and give it to her and forgot that I didn't ask her name. Opened the back door to look for her and she was gone. As I am sure you are familiar with the properties there.. There are at least 15 concrete steps in either direction if you are exiting to Delhi or Steiner.

My mom opened the envelope when I gave it to her and there was $100 dollar bill in it. No note. No explanation.

After we buried my father that week, my mom and I decided the best thing to help us heal was to get the hell out of that house. We took the first house we could find and afford and started moving immediately.

One of our last days there in between moving our belongings out we had a hound dog as our family pet and he stayed in the back yard. I went to exit to Delhi Avenue to the waiting car and heard the dog yelping, I ran to the back and he was hanging from his collar off of one of the wrought iron spikes on the gate to the back at least 10 ft in the air. I had to climb the steps go out the gate and undo his collar to free him. He almost died.

Crazy things like that happened a lot. There was so much hurt and sadness there. I don't know how it is in the Rectory but knowing all these buildings operated at the same time in conjunction with one another, I believe everything you say about that place.

Even as a child when they were still using the Rectory for some services the people that worked there would let some of us in to get candy or what have you and none of us kids would go in there alone. They always say kids know best when it comes to that sort of stuff, and I believe it.

I just wanted to let you know my story and reach out and let you know that you are not the only family that the sinister what-ever-you-want-to-call-it has affected/infected. My family will and has forever been changed by the one year we lived within those buildings.

I have a lot more stories about the properties, however I will spare you. I just wanted to share with you to make you feel a little better about what you and Tim have been going through. Please feel free to contact me. Thank you for reading and may whatever you believe in protect you and yours.


My response:


Your story and words moved me to tears. Yes, you understand!!! It happened to your family. Thank you!! Please if you can tell me more.

It's like a curse! Which is why I won't go back. Tim still does and it has changed him so much, darker. It did that to both of us but I believe the affects will lessen over time as I keep my distance. I hope so anyway. Tim and I don't get along very well at all anymore. We used to be best of friends. It's changed us both so much. I'm hoping I can beat this. Be ME again!!!

Please share more. It feels good not being alone. So sorry this happened to you. Hope to hear from you soon.

Thanks and God Bless!!!!!


Response from Abigail:

“.... We got the place cleaned up and out and moved in. There are a giant attic in that house as well and we just used it for storage or for us kids to go play. I decided to go up there one day to play and opened the door the sun was shining through the windows up top, and glaring off the slate walls going up the stairs. I noticed someone had taken clear wax and wrote a bunch of what looked like code to me. Symbols and such. I showed my parents and they chalked it up to the weirdos who painted the pentagrams in the basement.

The bedrooms upstairs, a couple of them still had pictures of Jesus hanging in them and where I guess each bed of a nun was there was a crucifix. My parents removed them and painted. A few days later in my brother's room, the outline where the crucifix once hanged had returned. My brother started refusing to sleep in there and started having to sleep with my mom and dad.

My room was the one large bedroom on the main floor, told it was the head nun's room. It had linoleum instead of carpet. I would lie in bed and night and hear steps across my floor. I would just lay and stare at the wall and hope for the best.

After our time in that house for years now myself and all of my siblings suffer from severe sleep disorders. The type of disorders that are rare enough on their own, let alone that many people having them. Panic attacks in our sleep, sleep paralysis, sleep walking. Most of us as adults have had to be put on medication to just have a normal night sleep.

I also have a recurring dream I have had for the past 10 years where I am sitting in the kitchen there, the age I am now. My dad used to rattle the door knob opposed to knocking to let us kids know it was him. In my dream the door knob rattles and my 31 year old self gets excited my dad is home, however I can never open the door in that house. It's just bizarre.

Every time I see those buildings my spine crawls. But I have visited them every couple years for the last 18 years. It's like I am called there to see them. I can't explain it. It's the last place I want to be. I live in Newport now and have for the last 10 years. I'll be out driving bored and just end up there.

It's like a dark force that I can honestly say that I think it following my family and has for the last 18 years. It's like it pulls you in and won't let you go.

Well, that's plenty to read for now! I hope you can get something out of all this.

God bless,

My response:

“What do you THINK is going on? You must have given this a lot of thought.”

Abby's response:

“I have thought and dwelt on this question for so long. I have talked about it with friends and family and quite frankly obsessed over it.. I have heard about the priest and the molestations. I know that was in the Rectory, and I was trying to piece together why the other buildings as well are terrorized by whatever this is.

My only theory without seeming completely insane is possibly whatever it is evil, was there when the priest arrived there, maybe there is a reason behind his actions. Maybe whatever has haunted us in the past years, also haunted him. That is my only reasonable theory. These buildings and whatever it is behind them drive people to horrible actions, feelings and the like.

The first church built burned down right? There is speculation that the area was cursed to begin with? As far as Native American stories go at least. I think possibly there was something there before the buildings, the fact that holy ground was erected on that site may have increased the activity?

Also, as a side note the town alone, having grown up there was pretty odd as a whole. Growing up there - there was always something odd and weird about the place. Not evil like those buildings but Sedamsville itself has a rich and vivid history of the weird and unknown. Growing up there was kind of like living in a Twilight Zone episode at times.

Living in the Nuns residence was the first time in my life I knew real fear. I lived in the old schoolhouse apartments up the street for years and it had a rich past also. There was always rumors of ghosts there. A janitor fell off the roof and died when it was operational. Perfume filled some of the corridors and dissipated as soon as you smelled it. But these were all intriguing and non-harmful things -- kind of made childhood interesting. But goes to prove that Sedamsville has a very rich past.

To answer your question, I think the evil was already there. I think anyone who lives there or has to be there for a long period of time I think it haunts you even after you leave. You might not think about it everyday or even every month but it is always in the back of your mind after you leave. It follows you. I wish I really knew.

Sorry to be so long winded. I am just excited to be able to tell my stories to someone who is interested and doesn't think I'm full of crap.

Thank you very much.


This was the most compelling letter to date.

It follows you.

Indeed it does.
Sedamsville Rectory