s/o: have you lived where someone died?

[iamali]

Jun 20, 2012 15:24:36 GMT -5 lazyphoque said:

Ali, that's awful. I'm sorry.

If your aunt is haunting anyone, I'm sure she is being awesome about it - hiding funny figurines in spots to surprise and amuse people, finding lost socks, and watching out for toddlers about to tumble down stairs.

She TOTALLY would do stuff like that! She was a elementary school teacher over 20 years and LOVED kids. I'm so sad that my kids will never get to know her, she was such an amazing person.

[mommyneedswine]

We bought a house in September. My husband just told me the old owner's son let him know at closing his mom did die in the home. I was under the impression that nobody had and I liked it that way. Afterward I kept thinking I was hearing things, but that's probably because I've watched too much American Horror Story.

[sugarbear]

We bought our current house from the estate of a family friend (actually, a guy who had worked for my dad for ~25 years). I grew up knowing him. He died of a heart attack in what is now DS's bedroom. My bff, who was dating him, found him.

None of us think it's weird. Sure, he died too young, but he died peacefully in his sleep and he was a huge part of my life, my family's life, and the lives of many of my good friends. I think his ghost is here, but so far our interactions have been friendly.

[Jermys]

I grew up in a house that had a body buried in the basement. And my grandfather died in his house, and I lived there afterwards.

[Kit]

Not that I know of.

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[eightangryreindeer]

Jun 20, 2012 14:35:34 GMT -5 @esquirefish said:

My next door neighbor died (in a NYC apartment building, so really close together). Our bedrooms backed each other. He died in his bed. Like 3 feet from my bed, separated by the wall. They didn't find him for 5 days. I remember telling the doorman that "something smelled like death" in my apartment. Oh, how right I was. Wish I had been wrong.

The bar my friends and I used to go to after college had apartments upstairs and some guy died in one. It was WEEKS. The bar started to stink, owner was convinced a squirrel or other varmint had died in the walls/crawlspaces.

Newp.

Total weirdness.

We still went there though.

[EmilieMadison]

Yes. Several people have died in the house we live in now. I didnt live there full time, but my great grandfather committed suicide in the house I lived in during summers as a kid. The house is still in the family, I just dont stay there as often.

[Jermys]

Jun 20, 2012 16:20:29 GMT -5 Loco Coco said:

Jun 20, 2012 16:09:39 GMT -5 Jermys said:

I grew up in a house that had a body buried in the basement. And my grandfather died in his house, and I lived there afterwards.

A body in the basement?! How was it found/what the heck happened?!

The house in which I grew up had been a bordello (and later a speakeasy) and the basement had been silted in from floods. We excavated out the basement and the guy dug too far down and found a skeleton with an infant sleleton. We assumed that a prostitute had died in childbirth and been buried underneath the house.

[msmerymac]

The house I grew up in was built in 1836, so maybe.

My uncle died in his home, in hospice care, and my aunt still lives there.

The first house my parents owned had a detached garage with a 1 bedroom apartment above it. My parents rented it out to a nice, quiet guy in his 30s. His father owned a construction company about 90 minutes away, and sometimes he'd leave town for a few days to work for him.

So one day my parents are all, "Hey, have you seen Steve recently? He didn't ask us to water his plants, so I don't think he's out of town." My dad goes up there, looks in the window. Sees the guinea pig hopping around in her cage. Nothing unusual.

A day or so later, he goes back with a key. My dad was a volunteer firefighter and used to really terrible situations, thankfully. He opens the door and it reeks of a dead body.

The guy was 36 and died in bed of an aneurysm.

[chairbreaker]

I found out when my kid was a baby (that creepy stage where they smile at nothing and you are convinced there is a ghost) that a previous owner committed suicide with a shotgun in one of the bedrooms. I was torn between getting all CSI with a black light to figure out which room and wanting to move immediately. Then I just forgot about it until this thread brought it up...so, thanks for the memories.

[mountaingirl]

My grandfather died (in hospice care) in my parents bedroom. They moved back into the room the next night I think. It never crosses my mind when I'm there.

[craftymrs]

Not my house but my car. My FIL was overseeing an estate for a friend. He drove a tour bus for a gospel group for years and drove millions of miles w/out an accident. He had health issues and had a heart attack. He wasn't feeling well and was headed to the dr when he passed out and wrecked his car in the driveway. It wasn't totaled so the insurance co had it fixed. We ended up buying the car because they were selling it for a great deal. He had a coffee cup in there from the day he died and I leave it in one of the 3rd row cup holders in his memory. I thought I would be weirded out by it but I like to think he's riding with me keeping me safe.

[Marle]

This house has only had one previous owner. An old married couple with a kid. The kid grew up and left and they lived to be in their 80s. The man took wonderful care of the house. The woman didn't cook. The man died in a hot day trying to dig up a tree stump. He fell on the driveway and hit his head. The neighbors warn us about not becoming them buaahaha.

All but the last sentence.

[flex]

Yes, I am. I live in the same house and sleep in the same bed my husband died in.

[Deleted]

Some of these stories are really sad!

Mine's kind of fun and interesting. My grandparents used to own a farm in Missouri where my cousin's and I would go spend the summers (extra farm hands y'all!!). The underground railroad ran right under the road in front of the farm and their house was often used as an overnight stop for slaves. The house was huge and built so that it looked like a two story from outside but was actually a 3 story. The slaves would stay on the 3rd story. There were no windows up there but there was lots and lots of space. The door to access the third floor was hidden behind a wall that was removed years later. They left tons of stuff up there, clothes, shoes, pictures, etc.. A few slaves died in the house and were buried on the property in unmarked graves.

My grandma refused to let us up there as she didn't want us running around "in their space" as she called it. She was very respectful of the house and took great care of it.

I had two "experiences" staying there that are very vivid in my mind. One was on a stormy night. I was sleeping upstairs for some reason on the second floor. My cousins were in the next room and I was sleeping in the room with the door to "their space". I have a very vivid memory of hearing the door open and feeling someone sit on the end of the bed. I used to have long hair and I could feel someone stroking my hair. It calmed me so I feel back asleep. When I woke up and went downstairs to breakfast my grandma was all "who braided your hair?" I was all "ummm".

The second experience was when it was just myself and my grandparents in the house. It had been storming and my grandma was worried we might get a tornado. I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of the windows opening in my room. Then my grandma runs in and says we have to get to the cellar. Then I realize you can hear the tornado sirens in town. We get down in the cellar and my grandma is all "shoot, i forgot to open the windows downstairs".. I was all "no, you opened the windows in my room.".. "She was like, no I didn't". Later that night when the sirens quit we went inside and every single window in the house was open. Even upstairs and no one was up there that night. :-)

Sorry this is long!!

I had a few "experiences" over the years

[monkeyknifefight]

I usually don't get creeped out by stuff, but this thread is doing it to me.

My father died in the house I grew up in and my mom still lives there. I think about it every single time I am there.

My house is over 100 years old, so it's likely someone has died here.

[penelope]

Our house is very old. We found out that it actually was owned by people that had a little mom and pop store in our town during the great depression, and that they were willing to barter with half the town (like, take farm animals and work in exchange for food). Evidently, the parents closed the store when they retired, and their kids turned the house into a funeral parlor for about 10 years, until they built an actual funeral parlor.

It now looks like a normal house, but we were pretty creeped out the first time we heard that.

[ErinExpat]

Jun 20, 2012 15:08:35 GMT -5 Les Paul said:

Yes. My Mom dropped dead in the living room of our house when I was 9.

I am so, so sorry.

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[ErinExpat]

Jun 20, 2012 23:27:34 GMT -5 tarzanswife said:

One was on a stormy night. I was sleeping upstairs for some reason on the second floor. My cousins were in the next room and I was sleeping in the room with the door to "their space". I have a very vivid memory of hearing the door open and feeling someone sit on the end of the bed. I used to have long hair and I could feel someone stroking my hair. It calmed me so I feel back asleep. When I woke up and went downstairs to breakfast my grandma was all "who braided your hair?" I was all "ummm".

OMG. I just shat myself. Hold me. A ghost fucking braided your hair.

[lovedan]

my stepmom died in my dad's old house. If anything it made it more sad when we had to sell the house because that is the last place we had memories with her.

[OHMBLEEGOHHHHH!]

The previous owner of our home died (natural causes) in either our bedroom or the garage.

[peachdragon]

Jun 20, 2012 23:27:34 GMT -5 tarzanswife said:

I had two "experiences" staying there that are very vivid in my mind. One was on a stormy night. I was sleeping upstairs for some reason on the second floor. My cousins were in the next room and I was sleeping in the room with the door to "their space". I have a very vivid memory of hearing the door open and feeling someone sit on the end of the bed. I used to have long hair and I could feel someone stroking my hair. It calmed me so I feel back asleep. When I woke up and went downstairs to breakfast my grandma was all "who braided your hair?" I was all "ummm".

I had a similar experience in my haunted house. My roommate was having a party and I was trying to go to sleep. I felt someone sit down next to me on the bed (I was facing the wall). I wasn't scared at all. I also felt oddly comforted by it - even though I was too nervous to look behind me. I fell asleep right away. My hair wasn't braided or anything, though

[BieberMyBalls]

The house we lived in before this one was over a century old, and I'm positive someone died there. Our tv use to turn on and off by itself, we had a 5 disc stereo and no matter which disc we had it on, the thing would come on by itself and go straight to the Conway Twitty cd that was in it, play Hello Darlin and then shut off. I thought it was the stereo fucking up so I put the cd in another spot. It still went back to that cd, and that song. The cupboard doors opened and closed on their own on a few occasions.

The landlady's mom hung herself on the property were we are now. I was so creeped out about it when we first moved here, but oddly enough, I've never felt more safe in a house.

[frezza]

I didn't live there after she died, but before.

The couple that bought my childhood home were cleaning their air rifles so the could go squirrel hunting (Northern NJ) in the kitchen. The husband's gone went off and he shot and killed his wife. This what people in my town now associiate with my childhood home.

She was a very nice woman - I worked for her while I was in college.

[kellbell191]

My Mom died in my parents' house and we still stay there all the time, my Dad still lives there.