In 1856, an architect named Warren Miller completed building a house for his family in Marysville, California.
Known for his gothic revival style, Miller built many houses in Marysville and made a decent fortune before moving to New York.
The Aaron family moved in shortly after.
The Aaron Family of Historic Marysville
Updated 9/23/2019 – Frank Aaron was a beloved and active members of the Marysville community until his death in the home in 1897.
The house was eventually given to the city and transformed into the Mary Aaron Museum—named after Frank’s mother.
Since the museum opened its doors, many visitors and staff have reported unusual activity within the house.
It’s been said that fire alarms and motion sensors would go off for no apparent reason in the middle of the night.
Then, guests started reporting hearing voices and people walking throughout the home when nobody else was around.
For nearby student, Derek, these reports were nothing short of silly rumors.
His only intention of visiting the museum was to complete a history paper he was writing about his mother’s hometown of Marysville.
“The Mary Aaron museum has a lot of original photographs and records from the beginning of the town’s development, so it seemed like the right place to go for completing my paper,” he said.
“My mother had once mentioned that she heard the house had become haunted, but I wasn’t even thinking about it when I entered the museum.
All I knew was that if I didn’t get a good grade on my paper, I wasn’t going to be able to play football the following school year,” he said with a grin.
“Little did I know that that house would change my mind about the paranormal completely,” he added, suddenly turning serious.
I had been in the museum for maybe an hour so, looking at old records and taking notes when I noticed something strange about a photograph.
Photo Development Error or Something Else…?
“A corner of something was poking out from behind the photo.
I don’t know what prompted me to do so, but I grabbed the corner of the sheet and gently coaxed it out of the side of the frame.
It wound up being a photograph of a funeral service,” Derek said.
“It was eerie enough alone, but then I noticed something strange about the photo.
I’ve taken a couple of photography courses before, and I just assumed that a photo had been developed on top of another photo, and something had been accidentally transferred into the image.
“I remember shrugging it off and I placed the recovered photo against the wall so a staff member would find it,” he said.
“But when I looked at another photograph, I saw the same weird marking that I’d seen in the first photo.
And then again, in another photo, peering out from a corner.
It was always transparent in form, but I thought it extremely unlikely that the same marking would be transferred that many times.
“I went to a staff member and asked her to look at a couple of photographs they had.
But when we returned to the room, I looked at the photos and the weird smudge had seemed to vanish from each one I had found.
The photos were all normal and the marking, or smudge, or printing error or… whatever it was… was gone from each.
“I still wound up writing my paper about Marysville, but I included details about the hauntings after that experience,” Derek said.
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