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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 4, 2017 8:55:11 GMT -5
This is by far not my first experience with hauntings. I have a few other stories. But this is why DH thinks we live in a haunted house. We have the typical creaks any normal house does. The house was built in the 50s, but we're in a slab so with temperature and humidity changes the house settles,a don you can hear it.
Not long after we moved in we found a really old picture in the garage. It was a photo of a family standing in a field, with a barn in the far background. I wanted to return it to the previous owners, thinking it might belong to them. DH decided to keep it. It was just weird to find that thing, the only thing left in the garage.
Then ghost maid happened. To remind everyone of this story, in short, our washer has a small leak so we turn the water off before it enters the washer to keep it from filling between washes. Hot water doesn't work at all so that pipe is never opened. I did laundry one day, turned off the water, and as I was walking past the laundry room a few days later I noticed the washer was on. I went in to figure out what was going on, and found the wash basin half full of steaming hot water. DH hadn't used the washer in the intervening time, and it is literally impossible for KL to turn it on himself. Plus, hot water. I checked and the water was still turned off. I have looked for an explanation, asked everyone I could think to ask, and no one can explain this. So I started joking this place was haunted. DH kept telling me I was being crazy, but it was a joke, so whatever.
Connected to the laundry room is a pantry. These two rooms are where all the strangeness seems to occur. We keep beer, wine, and other alcoholic beverages in this pantry. I'm sitting in the Living Room one day and I hear a loud bang from the laundry/pantry. I get up to see what the bang was, and one of the cans of beer is sitting on the floor. I look up to the shelf and the shelf is stable and all other cans are still sitting there. All these cans are standing upright, and there's one empty spot for an upright can. This thing did not just roll off the shelf. So I thought "hmm, that's strange," put the can back on the shelf, and went back to watching TV. I did not mention this to DH.
A few weeks later DH and I are watching TV when there's a loud band from the pantry again. DH gets up to investigate and calls me into the room to see the same beer can sitting on the floor. DH checks the shelf and it's stable, and again all the other cans and bottles on that shelf are still standing where we left them. This sort of bothered DH (certainly more than it bothered me).
A while later I'm sitting on the couch when I see this balloon come floating out of the laundry room. It was a balloon someone and given DH for his birthday about a month before (one of those Mylar ones that never seems to stop floating, just gets closer and closer to the ground) so this thing is floating about eye level, and just comes floating out of that room. I chalked it up to a draft or something, and mentioned it to DH as a sort of funny thing that happened. Again, he seemed more bothered than me. But he's actually afraid of ghosts. I am not.
Over the the past few years the beer cans have continued to fall, not always off the same shelf, and always cans, never bottles. And never cans that have been put on their side. Each time DH gets a bit more freaked out. I'm still looking for some sort of rational explanation, but have yet to find a loose shelf, screw, or anything else. I just think of it as one of those weird things that happens.
Last year our water heater exploded while DH and I were out of town, so there was a bit of damage. We don't have a basement so our water heater and furnace are in the same room as the laundry room. We had someone come in to rip out and replace the drywall. The guy is here one day while DH is at work. He came into the Living Room, handed me this really dirty ass baby doll that he found in the wall. It's about 2" tall and made of hard plastic. I joked with him that we could never get rid of it because that's how horror movies start. Shockingly people don't get my humor often, so he gave me a side eye and said "yeah, I don't think you have to worry." Okay, humorless man.
I put the doll in a drawer in the Living Room to show to DH later. It's still in the Living Room. And here's the weirdest fucking part, and something I really can't explain. Ever since that doll was removed from the wall and the laundry/pantry, not a single beer can has fallen in there.
So that is why DH believes we live in a haunted house.
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Post by efmcc67 on Oct 4, 2017 9:02:55 GMT -5
A while later I'm sitting on the couch when I see this balloon come floating out of the laundry room. It was a balloon someone and given DH for his birthday about a month before (one of those Mylar ones that never seems to stop floating, just gets closer and closer to the ground) so this thing is floating about eye level, and just comes floating out of that room. I chalked it up to a draft or something, and mentioned it to DH as a sort of funny thing that happened. Again, he seemed more bothered than me. But he's actually afraid of ghosts. I am not. I will have to post some ghost stories later!
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 4, 2017 9:09:07 GMT -5
Lol yes efmcc67! I admit it gave me a bit of a start when I first saw it out of the corner of my eye, but I was home alone watching horror movies in the dark. Lol
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Post by efmcc67 on Oct 4, 2017 9:15:08 GMT -5
Lol yes efmcc67 ! I admit it gave me a bit of a start when I first saw it out of the corner of my eye, but I was home alone watching horror movies in the dark. Lol Balloons can look super creepy when they're running out of helium, especially when the string is dragging on the ground. They can seriously look like they're walking around.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 4, 2017 9:16:27 GMT -5
Lol yes efmcc67 ! I admit it gave me a bit of a start when I first saw it out of the corner of my eye, but I was home alone watching horror movies in the dark. Lol Balloons can look super creepy when they're running out of helium, especially when the string is dragging on the ground. They can seriously look like they're walking around. Haha yes!
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Post by efmcc67 on Oct 4, 2017 9:23:35 GMT -5
One day before Christmas break, I was in our campus coffee shop. The students were already gone, so it was really quiet and empty. Out of nowhere, I distinctly heard someone whisper my name in a loud stage whisper. Not my one-syllable nickname, but the full four-syllable name. I looked around, assuming it was someone I knew trying to get my attention.
There was no one there.
Never explained that one.
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Post by daub23 on Oct 4, 2017 9:25:19 GMT -5
G talks about the man that lives in our house. She said a few times that he has a "red face" and once that he has a bloody face. When she was a baby, she would ALWAYS stare into one corner in our living room, just stare and babble.
N has not mentioned this gentleman, so I'm undecided.
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Post by efmcc67 on Oct 4, 2017 9:30:18 GMT -5
G talks about the man that lives in our house. She said a few times that he has a "red face" and once that he has a bloody face. When she was a baby, she would ALWAYS stare into one corner in our living room, just stare and babble. N has not mentioned this gentleman, so I'm undecided. Kids and pets can be so freaky this way. One of our cats once stared fixedly at the wall for more than an hour once, and then started moving around the room, staring at the wall, like whatever she was looking at had started to move. I couldn't see a damn thing.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 4, 2017 9:32:36 GMT -5
G talks about the man that lives in our house. She said a few times that he has a "red face" and once that he has a bloody face. When she was a baby, she would ALWAYS stare into one corner in our living room, just stare and babble. N has not mentioned this gentleman, so I'm undecided. That's freaky. Assuming he does really exist, N may not be able to see him because he's perfectly happy interacting with G and doesn't need more human interaction. Kids are fucking creepy, though. I'd love to know if when she's older she still believes he's real. If so, I think she's actually seeing something.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 4, 2017 9:33:20 GMT -5
G talks about the man that lives in our house. She said a few times that he has a "red face" and once that he has a bloody face. When she was a baby, she would ALWAYS stare into one corner in our living room, just stare and babble. N has not mentioned this gentleman, so I'm undecided. Kids and pets can be so freaky this way. One of our cats once stared fixedly at the wall for more than an hour once, and then started moving around the room, staring at the wall, like whatever she was looking at had started to move. I couldn't see a damn thing. I assume cats are always on LSD. Lol.
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Post by daub23 on Oct 4, 2017 9:33:42 GMT -5
I was pretty sure one of my apartments in college was haunted. Most of my friends refused to stay the night. The door to my bedroom had a window in it (I think it was probably not originally a bedroom and they just never changed out the door), and I would hear footsteps all the time outside my door. My room was in the back of the apartment, so there would be no reason for my roommate or anyone to walk by my door unless they were coming into my room. Every time I heard footsteps, I'd look out the door and expect my roommate to be there, but most of the time she wasn't home, and she was never there when I thought she was. I had one of those waking dreams, not really sleep paralysis but I was definitely just coming out of sleep, and a man in a suit was standing in my room. We made eye contact, and he took a couple steps towards me and then reached over like he was giving me something, and then he was gone. Definitely freaked me out a bit!
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Post by daub23 on Oct 4, 2017 9:38:16 GMT -5
G talks about the man that lives in our house. She said a few times that he has a "red face" and once that he has a bloody face. When she was a baby, she would ALWAYS stare into one corner in our living room, just stare and babble. N has not mentioned this gentleman, so I'm undecided. That's freaky. Assuming he does really exist, N may not be able to see him because he's perfectly happy interacting with G and doesn't need more human interaction. Kids are fucking creepy, though. I'd love to know if when she's older she still believes he's real. If so, I think she's actually seeing something. I think this is definitely true. G stopped mentioning him as much once N got older and more interactive, so I think it could have been her imagination. She now has an imaginary friend who is a dragon lol so clearly she has no problems imagining companions (this is hard for me to understand, because I was a very factual child and never had imaginary friends or anything even close). G does still occasionally mention him, but rarely.. I don't know who it would be, though, because my house was built in the late 1960s and we bought it from the couple that built it. They are both, AFAIK, still alive.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 4, 2017 9:40:42 GMT -5
That's freaky. Assuming he does really exist, N may not be able to see him because he's perfectly happy interacting with G and doesn't need more human interaction. Kids are fucking creepy, though. I'd love to know if when she's older she still believes he's real. If so, I think she's actually seeing something. I think this is definitely true. G stopped mentioning him as much once N got older and more interactive, so I think it could have been her imagination. She now has an imaginary friend who is a dragon lol so clearly she has no problems imagining companions (this is hard for me to understand, because I was a very factual child and never had imaginary friends or anything even close). G does still occasionally mention him, but rarely.. I don't know who it would be, though, because my house was built in the late 1960s and we bought it from the couple that built it. They are both, AFAIK, still alive. If this is real, it could be from the land, not the house. like you, I never had any imaginary friends, so this is such a foreign concept to me.
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Post by daub23 on Oct 4, 2017 9:45:20 GMT -5
I think this is definitely true. G stopped mentioning him as much once N got older and more interactive, so I think it could have been her imagination. She now has an imaginary friend who is a dragon lol so clearly she has no problems imagining companions (this is hard for me to understand, because I was a very factual child and never had imaginary friends or anything even close). G does still occasionally mention him, but rarely.. I don't know who it would be, though, because my house was built in the late 1960s and we bought it from the couple that built it. They are both, AFAIK, still alive. If this is real, it could be from the land, not the house.like you, I never had any imaginary friends, so this is such a foreign concept to me. True! My house does abut a large cemetery, but there is some pretty dense woods between my backyard and the graves. Without getting too area-specific, there is a local legend that I guess could play into that if I wasn't 90% sure that legend was made up LOL
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Post by efmcc67 on Oct 4, 2017 10:00:00 GMT -5
I think this is definitely true. G stopped mentioning him as much once N got older and more interactive, so I think it could have been her imagination. She now has an imaginary friend who is a dragon lol so clearly she has no problems imagining companions (this is hard for me to understand, because I was a very factual child and never had imaginary friends or anything even close). G does still occasionally mention him, but rarely.. I don't know who it would be, though, because my house was built in the late 1960s and we bought it from the couple that built it. They are both, AFAIK, still alive. If this is real, it could be from the land, not the house.like you, I never had any imaginary friends, so this is such a foreign concept to me. I was going to say this, too. When I was in college, I had a summer job in southern California in an area generally thought by everyone to be haunted. The structures are mostly new, so it's thought to be the land. My last night there, most everyone had left already, but I was stuck, since I had to fly home. We'd had to take the furniture apart, so I was just sleeping on the floor. They'd shut off the heat, too. This was in the mountains, so it was FREEZING. So there I am on the floor, trying to sleep in this frigid room, and just start hearing this rattling noise against the wall. Real quiet, like someone gently rapping their knuckles five or six times. I tried to ignore it, and then it started again. Then it started moving around the room. I couldn't even convince myself it was mice or something relatively benign, because it was moving over the windows. Other stories I heard: - People who'd never been there before would have vivid dreams about the grounds before arriving
- A woman went camping in the woods alone. Every night, she felt like someone was watching her as she set up her sleeping bag. When she got home and developed the pictures, there was a picture of her sleeping every night
- One of our supervisors had been a student there. When she was a student, she and her roommates had been napping one day. In her half-asleep state, she saw three little boys come in the window. They sat on her bed and stared at her. She thought it was a dream, but her other three roommates all saw it, too
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Post by phelpsface on Oct 4, 2017 12:05:44 GMT -5
These aren't ghost stories necessarily, but I've felt presences of spirits before. One time right after my grandmother passed away, my mom and I were staying in my mom's brothers' bedroom when we both felt this bad presence. It didn't stay long, but we can't explain it, we both felt it.
Another time, my mom and I were staying at a friend's house in the middle of nowhere and we heard these women clearly talking to one another outside, there weren't any neighbors around and it wasn't a car radio. It was spooky. I wouldn't believe it myself, but my mom heard them too.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 4, 2017 12:51:15 GMT -5
My cousins' (one male, one female) house growing up was haunted, like totally legit haunted. Before I knew about the haunting they left me alone in the house once. I couldn't shake this terrified feeling I felt the whole time, and there was nothing to be afraid of. No strange sounds, nothing. It was just this unexplainable fear.
Not long after moving in my male cousin started speaking to a little girl. My aunt and uncle brushed it off until one day the girl appeared to my aunt. She did some digging into the history of the house. It used to be a carriage house. A young girl was playing on the second floor of the house and fell down the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom she was trampled to death by the horses.
This little girl LOVED my cousin. The frequent sightings and scary events caused my aunt and uncle to decide to move. They talked about it one night and my uncle went to take a shower while my aunt went into the bedroom to prepare for bed. The little girl attacked my aunt, scratching at her face, and screaming at her not to take my cousin away. My uncle came out of the shower and witnessed this attack. They decided not to move.
I spent the night with the female cousin one night. We were sharing a bed. I was on the side closest to the door. I could not for the life of me fall asleep. Then all of a sudden I was overcome with that fear again. I was staring at the doorway to make sure nothing came in. I see a small wisp of white flash into the door. It looked like the bottom of a white dress that had flowed into and out of the doorway quickly, like a skirt might do if you spun quickly. I closed my eyes and pulled the covers up. My cousins had a collection of troll dolls. They were displayed just outside the door. After a few moments I opened my eyes and the hair from one of those dolls was sticking out into the doorway. It hadn't been like that before. The next morning my cousin went to take a shower. I told her I didn't want to be alone in that room. She told me to wait in the room across the hall from the bathroom. She closed the door and that fear overtook me again. I was frozen. I couldn't move. So I closed my eyes. I was so glad when my cousin finally came out of the bathroom. I told her about the fear. She said I wasn't the first person to be afraid in that room. The stairs that girl fell down used to be located where that room was. When it was converted to a house they moved the stairs to a spot that made more sense for the layout of the house.
When my cousins moved out my aunt and uncle decided to finally move out. They sold the house to a priest. Within 6 months there was a huge fire in the house, destroying about 1/4 of it. It took the priest roughly a year to rebuild that part of the home. Within a month of finishing the house burned to the ground. No one will purchase that land so it remains an empty lot- the only empty lot in a small town.
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Post by ven on Oct 4, 2017 13:12:20 GMT -5
LINGERLONGER the house I grew up in has some stories that remind me of what you shared about your current house. I'll type them up when I'm not on mobile. However, your cousins house is straight up scary. The correct decision following the ghost attack on your aunt is to walk out of the house immediately never to return. efmcc67 the sleeping photos is the kind of story that will keep me up at night. That's straight up creepy.
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Post by efmcc67 on Oct 4, 2017 13:30:01 GMT -5
LINGERLONGER, H's grandparents' house has some similar stories. It's a house with a dark past, including infanticide. I've refused to ever go in there. Some stories are mild (shoes left on steps ending up on other steps), some creepy (ghosts walking outside of the windows), some flat out terrifying. After H's childhood home burned down, MIL and BIL moved into the grandparents' house. Both BIL and H reported experiences with a little girl trying to crawl into bed with them. H said he just felt her presence. BIL says that he saw her face hovering over his bed. Various members of the family have reported hearing the murder replaying.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 4, 2017 13:31:35 GMT -5
My grandparents opened a campground in the 1950s. The campground has always done relatively well. At some point my grandparents decided to close the original office and build a large rec center, which would also house the office. The built it much close to the road, and expanded the campground, but in doing so they closed down the building and the sites that were near it. Eventually my grandparents sold it to the previously discussed aunt and uncle.
The male cousin and I are the same age so we used to go on these little adventures all the time. One day he tells me about this old office and asks if I want to go check it out. Of course I said I did. So he lead the way down to the old sites and the old building. We walked up to the old office and peaked in through the windows. I shit you not, this actually happened. In the middle of the room was a round table. Around it sat 4 chairs. There was dust all over everything, except in the middle of the table sat a deck of red bicycle playing cards. In front of each chair floated a hand of cards. We watched as chips were moved across the table, and as the cards were played or exchanged. It was as if there were 4 invisible people sitting around that table playing poker. Freaked my cousin and I out so bad we ran all the way back to the rec center.
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