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Post by efmcc67 on Oct 31, 2017 7:47:15 GMT -5
I've discovered my home is haunted, too. I have photographic proof:  It's definitely not a novelty spotlight from Michaels. |
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Post by ven on Oct 31, 2017 7:48:01 GMT -5
LINGERLONGER I love my pets to death, but they scare the shit out of me when they seem to be aware of something I can't see. Stormy is an incredibly calm dog (especially for her age). Last year, one days she absolutely lost her mind barking into the dining room at the old house. Nothing was there that we could see.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 31, 2017 7:48:37 GMT -5
Drippy goo is creepy. And gross.
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Post by efmcc67 on Oct 31, 2017 7:49:42 GMT -5
ven, that silvery goo is creepy as fuck.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 31, 2017 7:49:49 GMT -5
LINGERLONGER I love my pets to death, but they scare the shit out of me when they seem to be aware of something I can't see. Stormy is an incredibly calm dog (especially for her age). Last year, one days she absolutely lost her mind barking into the dining room at the old house. Nothing was there that we could see. When you can't pull their attention away sometimes it really makes you wonder what could possibly be more interesting than whatever you're doing. |
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 31, 2017 7:50:25 GMT -5
I've discovered my home is haunted, too. I have photographic proof: It's definitely not a novelty spotlight from Michaels. You need to move ASAP! |
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Post by eba1012 on Oct 31, 2017 7:56:50 GMT -5
I grew up in a really neat old house. It was originally built before the Revolutionary war. Sometime in the late 1800s, it was lifted and moved by a team of oxen across town to the lot where it still stands today. The town historical society has photos of the move. It's been added on to and changed over the years, but it still had plenty of character and original features when we lived there. My parents sold the house in 2003, so I'm not sure what it's like today. \ I remember many strange things happening there. Most of them can probably be explained as quirks of an old house that might be a bit crooked or drafty. Doors loved to open on their own in that house (just interior doors). The basement door in particular opened itself frequently. I think kitchen cabinets/drawers also self-opened. I want to say we occasionally heard footsteps as well. It's been nearly 15 years since my family sold the house, so my memories are a bit foggy. The clearest "odd" memory I have of that house is of the room we used as a formal dining room. I don't know how they would know this, but my parents claimed that room was originally used as a borning and dying room. There were no light switches in that room. If it was dark, you had to walk across the room and turn on a lamp. Maybe it was an optical illusion going from a brightly lit hallway to a darkened room, but crossing the threshold, it always seemed like there was some sort of silverish goo dripping around the doorway. It was only there in the dark. Still gives me the chills to think about to this day. Oh hellllll no  |
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Post by ven on Oct 31, 2017 8:05:30 GMT -5
Before my parents built the farm where they live now, we boarded our horse at a barn near my grandparents house. The farm is located on top of a massive hill. Apparently there was a ski resort there in the earlier part of the 20th century. I want to say it became a farm in the 70s? Anyhow, one part of this hill is an extremely steep drop and a number of people died there. The most notable deaths were an older man and his granddaughter.
Weird shit happened around this farm all. the. time. Everyone who had a horse there had a story. People heard laughter, screams, footsteps, etc. Things were moved. One woman lost the $20 bill in her pocket to pay for her riding lesson and it showed up on the bleachers outside the riding ring.
So, the first year we had JJ, I wanted to visit him at Christmas. We always spent xmas afternoon at my grandparents house. My parents agreed to let me walk to the farm about half an hour before we were going to leave, and they'd come pick me up on the way home. Most horses, JJ included, love peppermints. I had bought him a MASSIVE candy cane as an xmas present. It was at least 1" thick all the way around and probably 24" long. So I walked to the farm with my giant candy cane and I was the only person in the barn. While I was there, I heard screams repeatedly, but I knew I was alone and tried to ignore it. I wasn't going to be there long. I needed to break the candy cane so I could give JJ some pieces of it. I unwrapped it and held the curved section like a bat, planning to strike it on the edge of a stall door to break it. Just as I went to swing the cane, there was a loud wail and the candy cane shattered into pieces on the floor. It definitely wasn't broken before, or it would have come out of the wrapper in pieces. My parents showed up just as I was picking up the pieces. I've never been so glad to leave my horse before or since.
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Post by efmcc67 on Oct 31, 2017 8:10:53 GMT -5
ven, your stories are literally giving me chills. So fucking creepy!
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