BleedingBlack
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BabySeal -Loving this thread. This kind of stuff really interests me!
I have a BUNCH of stories from different houses.
My aunt lived in a two story house that was kind of set up weird. Everything but the laundry room was upstairs. Anyway, we lived in a small town of about 500 people and this house was away from any neighbors. For nights on end my cousin and my aunt would see a man walk outside the house on the deck. Thing is... no one was ever there. But this happened almost nightly.
There was a few nights in a row when the door downstairs in what we called the music room (also laundry room & bar) would stand wide open despite being closed. So my aunt started to lock it. But every morning it was standing wide open, still locked. My uncle and older cousin moved my aunt piano (takes two people to move it) against the door. The next morning the piano was against the opposite wall with the power cord leading outside...door open. That night they put the piano back, locked the door. The next morning the piano was moved across the room and the door was open. We asked a friend if he had broke into the house to spend the night (wasnt a huge deal), but he hadnt. No one had.
I couldnt stay in that house for anything. I always felt uneasy and like I was being watched. It was so bad, my older cousin woke up one night and could feel my fear. He stayed up with me that night because he knew why I felt the way I felt. He felt it also.
In one of my old houses, my grandparents would see a women run up the stairs.
My oldest daughter would point and ask "who is that?!" and there would be no one there. There was also one day I went upstairs to get her to go swimming. She was standing quietly in the corner of her room with her back turned to me. When I called her name at first, she didnt respond but when he finally did, she slowly turned around and if looks could kill, I'd be dead. Then she turned back and snapped out of it like nothing ever happened.
There was another night that she was sleeping then woke up bawling her eyes out like she had been hurt. She had scratches on her chest. I put her in bed with me and was trying to comfort her when she suddenly snapped at me, gave me a deathly glare and told me never to touch her again. Thing is... it wasnt her that was talking. Hard to explain... but it wasnt my daughter. Scared me so much I locked myself in the bathroom.
I have a BUNCH of stories from different houses.
My aunt lived in a two story house that was kind of set up weird. Everything but the laundry room was upstairs. Anyway, we lived in a small town of about 500 people and this house was away from any neighbors. For nights on end my cousin and my aunt would see a man walk outside the house on the deck. Thing is... no one was ever there. But this happened almost nightly.
There was a few nights in a row when the door downstairs in what we called the music room (also laundry room & bar) would stand wide open despite being closed. So my aunt started to lock it. But every morning it was standing wide open, still locked. My uncle and older cousin moved my aunt piano (takes two people to move it) against the door. The next morning the piano was against the opposite wall with the power cord leading outside...door open. That night they put the piano back, locked the door. The next morning the piano was moved across the room and the door was open. We asked a friend if he had broke into the house to spend the night (wasnt a huge deal), but he hadnt. No one had.
I couldnt stay in that house for anything. I always felt uneasy and like I was being watched. It was so bad, my older cousin woke up one night and could feel my fear. He stayed up with me that night because he knew why I felt the way I felt. He felt it also.
In one of my old houses, my grandparents would see a women run up the stairs.
My oldest daughter would point and ask "who is that?!" and there would be no one there. There was also one day I went upstairs to get her to go swimming. She was standing quietly in the corner of her room with her back turned to me. When I called her name at first, she didnt respond but when he finally did, she slowly turned around and if looks could kill, I'd be dead. Then she turned back and snapped out of it like nothing ever happened.
There was another night that she was sleeping then woke up bawling her eyes out like she had been hurt. She had scratches on her chest. I put her in bed with me and was trying to comfort her when she suddenly snapped at me, gave me a deathly glare and told me never to touch her again. Thing is... it wasnt her that was talking. Hard to explain... but it wasnt my daughter. Scared me so much I locked myself in the bathroom.
I will find out soon!!
