Friday, July 18, 2008

No, Seriously, the House was Haunted

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I grew up in a haunted house. REALLY. I mean it. Spooky, creepy, weird things happened there the entire time I lived there and beyond. When we first moved in, a man's voice (no men living there at the time) came from behind my Mom in the dark basement and said "Get out." When she turned the light on, no one there. Mom heard a crying girl child often, and it was never one of us. Things moved and disappeared all the time. Once, when I was alone in the house and was waiting for my Dad to pick me up, I was sitting in the living room. As I watched, all the pictures in the room began to watch me. Eyes moved, smiles became (for lack of a better word) satanical. The frames began to move across the table they were sitting on. It makes my pulse quicken even 30 years later. By the time my Dad got there, I was hysterical. The night my aunt died, all the clocks in the house stopped at the time of her death. Some day I will get my brother to tell about his experience one night (as an adult living in the house) with the black cat and the man in the black hat...

But the most "haunted" part of the house was the upstairs bedroom shared by me and my sister. "Someone" walked up and down the stairs at all hours of the day and night. The door to the stairwell opened and closed constantly all on its own. Lights turned off and on, voices called, things disappeared and turned up there....all kinds of creepy, scary but really harmless stuff from the "other side".

I lived in the house from ages 10-19, then moved to Florida. The phenomena still occurred after I left and even upon my return for visits. One day, maybe 5 years or so after I had left, the Ghost and I had a showdown. I had never really felt threatened in the house as a child, but as an adult, the bedroom became more sinister. My parents had renovated the room, moving closets and such, and I had a feeling Ghost was not amused~but I seemed to be the only one to notice. I was OK during the day, or to be up there to watch TV after dark, but it got to the point that I would sleep in the basement or my brother's old bed because I could feel the classic "something's under the bed" creepies. One afternoon, as I sat alone in the house reading the paper in the kitchen, the door began to open. I pretended to ignore it, just watching out of the corner of my eye. It closed a little hard. Opened further, stayed open for a minute or so, then slowly creaked closed. Someone wanted my attention and this went on for several minutes. Finally I closed the paper, turned to the door and said, "Do you want to discuss this?" The door opened wide and stayed opened. "Fine. I have been dealing with you for a while now and I am kind of over it. I don't like being scared, and I don't think you have ever meant us any harm, but lately you are a little creepy. So I have decided I am not going to be afraid of you." The door moved a little, like it was making up its mind. Then it slammed hard enough to rattle the windows. I jumped, but kept my cool, opened the paper and started to read again, but still watching. The door opened wide. It stayed that way for several minutes, then slowly, quietly, it closed. "Thank you, my friend.", I said. I never saw the door open again.

Before you go all skeptic on me, I will tell you that the door latched firmly. It moved all times of the year, so it can't be blamed on the furnace and we didn't have central air. It happened with windows opened and windows closed. It happened with old crank out casement windows and brand new tight fitting storm windows. It happened day and night. So, believe what you want, but I know, for a fact, that my house was haunted.

14 comments:

Linda Jacobs said...

I believe you! The house we lived in for the first 15 years of our marriage contained the ghost of the previous owner who had died young.

WriterBug said...

I can't believe your mom stayed there! I would've followed that first ghost's advice and left!

Granny Smith said...

Have you read in this weeks Sunday Scribblings, Anthony North's discourse on ghosts? This is very convincingly written. And scary.

Mya said...

Sounds convincing to me. I would have been afraid to sleep there. I enjoyed your story.
-Mya

danni said...

sounds like your ghost wanted to be an only child in the attention department - very engaging story, well written!!!

Jennifer Hicks said...

yes, we need to have respect for those we can't necessarily see! brave you!

Overeducated Twit said...

Urgh. That sent a shiver down my spine. How interesting that the presence felt even more threatening as an adult.

Karen said...

My cousins lived in an old country farm house. There was one room we kids all called the "nothing room" because everyone (kids and adults alike) had a bad feeling about it. The room was not used, thus the nothing room label. It turns out the previous owner had died in that room. So yes, I believe you!

Karen at Ciderantiques

Tammie Lee said...

There is no reason to not believe you. My great grandmothers house was haunted too. I never was there, but my mother told me stories. It is such an interesting thing when folks go through these experiences.
Thanks for sharing.

Renee' said...

I've known you for years and had no idea. Freak me out. Will ya take me there one day, huh, will ya?

Scribbit said...

Okay that's odd. Really odd. Makes me want to visit the place. In the day time.

CountessLaurie said...

Ok, let me say, I would have GOT OUT!!! What the heck was she doing in the basement without the light on!!! GAHHH!

I believe my house is haunted and have told my husband that if they freak me out, we are moving. Since this is his old family home, I think he had a chat with them. They don't bother me, we get to live there.

Thanks for sharing!

Mrs. Organic said...

And that is why I couldn't live anywhere with a 'history' - I'm just a big chicken!

Sarah said...

over from Scribbit...

this is truly creepy!!!