There were a few people who mentioned in the other thread that their houses are haunted. How do you know? What has happened? Tell me a story on this dark, cold day.
And yes I am aware Halloween is over and this probably already happened last month.
So when I was little I had gone to bed early because I was sick, and at some point in the night I woke up and turned towards the closet, just to see what I swore was a face staring out of the gap at me (the door on that thing had a spring latch, and it would NEVER stay closed. You'd be lying there minding your own business and hear bing! scraaaaape as the door popped open and drug across the carpet - freaky enough on its own). I was still young enough to be semi-fearless, so I pulled the blanket over my head and went back to sleep, and the next morning I spent a good several minutes looking through the closet like I'd find anyone.
Another time, another sickness, I was asleep on the couch downstairs, alone in the house (my Dad was out on the front steps, though) and I opened my eyes and saw someone standing on the stairs. I turned my head because I wasn't fully awake, but when I realized and quick turned back, no one was there.
One morning my sister and I were home, in the summer, and she was getting ready for work. I was in our bedroom and she was in the bathroom, and she called out to me and asked where I was. I told her and she said "so if I look out the door right now, you won't be standing right here in the hallway?" I said no, so she made us count to three and come out at the same time so she could see where I really was. She then said she'd heard someone walk up the hallway, but stop right before they got to the bathroom doorway, so just out of sight. She thought I was trying to scare her.
Then there was the time her two shelves, which housed her porcelain dolls (ick) and her stereo/CDs, came crashing down in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. Or the time a freaking crow nestled on the air conditioning unit and stared in the window for HOURS.
The majority of weird things that happened took place upstairs, mainly in the middle bedroom, which no one liked, even people who were visiting, and even my parents who flat-out don't believe in ghosts. I have a bunch of other stories but this is already really long!
H claims he woke up in the middle of the night and saw a woman standing at the end of the bed dressed in 50s style clothing folding laundry. He blinked multiple times and she was still there. I despise laundry and basically live out of the dryer, so it definitely wasn't me folding!
Anytime someone in our house is sick or taking a nap on the couch, a figure paces in the room adjacent to us (like he's waiting for news outside a hospital room or something). It will occasionally come up to the couch and stand by you (you feel super cold by your head which is away from any vents and fans).
When you're in our second bathroom, you can hear people talking. You can't hear what it is but you hear voices and can tell they're talking about SOMETHING and there is usually about 4 or 5 different tones/voices.
Every so often, H or I will wake up to someone saying "HEY" in a really loud whisper and we think its the other person waking us up (if H hears it, I'm usually passed out and dead to the world). We also see figures walking in and out of our bedroom.
When I was a SAHW, I would hear footsteps from our bedroom door and they would walk into the cabinet/safe we have by our closet. I knew it wasn't H because I heard the vehicle leave. Every time, it walks into the cabinet and shakes the cabinet just a little bit. I've woken up when I heard the steps and there was no one there and H was long gone.
The other night, I was laying in bed and I felt someone tug on my foot. I woke up thinking Lillie was in our bedroom and I saw some mist thing disappear. The blanket was pulled down too so it was like it pulled the blanket down and it tugged on my foot as well.
Also, it took me over a year to go down the hallway. I always got this weird feeling when I would walk down it. H told me there was a guy who hung himself in a house on the other street and for some reason, it felt like he was in our house. Every so often I would see a shadow of a person kind of dangling. It was fucking weird.
I've been able to talk myself out of most of what I've seen in houses. But every barn ever has a ghost story attached to it so I've seen some weird stuff there. Nothing like hearing voices or rattling cabinets.
BaliHai I would never sleep in that room again if I saw a face in my closet.
My phone has also flown off my nightstand and hit the floor. I tried to see if it was just because I had it on an angle and each time I set it flat on my night stand.
Little BIL won't sleep in his mom's (when she's gone. She has a giant bed and nice TV) room because he swears he heard someone walking up the stairs and no one was there one night.
BaliHai I would never sleep in that room again if I saw a face in my closet.
Yeah, I shared that room with my sister from the time I was a toddler until I was around nine, then my parents moved me to the back room, but then when my sister left for college two years later, I moved back into the middle room because I was at the age where I was becoming completely fascinated by ghosts and loved being creeped out and seeing what, if anything, would happen. I was a weird kid/teen. Now, as an adult, I'd probably stay at a haunted hotel or something, but I absolutely never want to live in another house like the one I grew up in.
We moved out of that house when I was sixteen, and shortly after we did my Uncle had gone there because the alarm system (which he'd installed) kept going off at random intervals. He claims he was working in the middle room and heard someone say my name twice, but I've never figured out if he was making fun of how into ghosts I was or if he was serious.
Post by BieberMyBalls on Nov 12, 2013 13:43:45 GMT -5
I've never had anything happen here, where I know someone died on the property, but our old apartment was crazy haunted.
Our tv would turn on and off, or the volume would adjust. We had a 5 disc CD player, and it would randomly turn on, and play a specific song on a specific CD. I thought maybe it was a glitch, so I switched the spot where the CD was and it didn't make a difference. Still turned on by itself and played "Hello Darlin'" by Conway Twitty.
One night I was on the phone with my sister and heard what sounded like cupboard doors opening and closing. I passed ot off as my upstairs neighbors being noisy, ubtil I clued it that a) why would they be opening and closing them constantly, and b) I shouldn't be able to hear that from my place. The next morning, I went into my kitchen and gently opened and shut the kitchen cupboard doors, and that was the noise I heard.
I always felt uneasy in that house. Between the ghosts and my crazy upstairs neighbours, it was a nightmare.
Does "haunted" refer to friendly ghosts? I mentioned in the other thread that a family friend died in DS's room. It was unexpected, he was alone, and his girlfriend found him about ten hours later. I have known him since he started working for my dad about 25 years ago.
Anyway, on a few occasions when I've been nursing DS (1 or 2) in the MoTN in that room, a bright light has flashed and / or hovered above where the friend's bed was. There is no other viable explanation for this, so I'm assuming it's Tom's ghost. He seems friendly, though, and I find his presence pretty comforting.
Our house is not haunted, but I had an experience at my friend's house when my sister was dying, that still bothers me. It was New Years Eve. A quiet night, about 6-8 people in a large room, I was at one end playing cards with my back to the bar area with two people, and dh was at the bar area with a couple other people. We were probably 20 feet away from each other. He came over, about 10 to midnight, and asked if we wanted some champagne, and we all said SURE and he walked away to get the champagne. A minute or so later, I felt a hot breath on my neck, and heard a "hahhhhhhhh" sound like someone would make to make hot breath on their hands. I didn't turn around, thought it was dh with the champagne, and I kind of waved my hand behind my neck and said "go away" in a jokey fashion. Then it happened again, only it said, very clearly "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" to make this hot breath on my neck. I heard the voice,and felt the breath. I turned around to fuss at dh, and he was over behind the bar, 20 feet away, opening champagne. NO one was behind me, or even near me.
Was this happening while your sister was dying? Do you think it was her?