“On the same day, every year, is the smell of something burning.
It can be detected in only two specific but unrelated parts of the house.
you could even define the limits of where you could smell it by walking around.
Rikki Austin
After about two hours it goes away.
Until the next year.”
1.Lived in a house from 1938.
I would wake up and sit up in bed every single night at 2:59-3:01am.
One night the curtain on my closet moved.
I pulled the lamp chain and the room lit up.
My husband thought I was crazy.
I saw nothing so I pulled the chain again to turn off the lamp.
It didnt feel like the shape of a hand or finger but like a wet washcloth.
2.I watched one of our cats being pulled backwards about 5 feet by her tail.
Presumed it was just my imagination and went to sleep.
The next morning my sister mentioned that shed been woken up by the sound of a baby crying.
I dont really believe in ghosts but Ive never been able to explain that.
4.I lived in a house for about 5 years that was haunted, but not in a malicious way.
In a shitty roommate kind of way.
Id come home to the windows on the second floor being open when it was raining.
To food containers being open in the fridge that I hadnt touched yet.
The worst was that the ghost hated clocks.
I had antique cukoo clocks that had worked for 50 years that would just stop.
Brand new wall clocks that ate through batteries like it was candy.
Turned around and it was across the kitchen.
It was brand new!
Man, she was a bitch.
5.I am typically a skeptic and can usually apply logic to a situation and figure out a plausible explanation.
When I bought my house, they had to disclose reports of paranormal activity concerning the house.
I thought Yay, whatever but entertained it in good humor even addressing said ghost by name.
There is nothing concrete that I can tell you.
Nothing hovering in the air.
No furniture appearing on the ceiling.
Nothing that shows as any punch in of blip on anyones typical paranormal radar.
The typical footsteps upstairs, children laughing.
(Before I had children).
Knocking on walls or doors.
Light bulbs smashed on the floor having removed themselves from the metal base.
Various lost objects showing up in highly noticeable places.
Like how can you lose your watch in the middle of the completely cleared kitchen table?
Yet, after half an hour of searching, there it is.
But the ones that get me the most are the ones where I am completely stumped.
On the same day, every year, is the smell of something burning.
It can be detected in only two specific but unrelated parts of the house.
you could even define the limits of where you could smell it by walking around.
After about two hours it goes away.
Until the next year.
The other one is the presence of hot-spots in the house.
But when you stand in a certain place, youfeelsomething.
This has been witnessed by people aware as well as unaware of the phenomenon itself.
And some of the spots have a direction associated with them.
When you stand in one, you feel compelled to face a certain way.
But hey, no spinning chandeliers or dead girls climbing out of television sets, so Im good.
6.My son, about 4 years old at the time, would jabber away in his room by himself.
One day, my wife asked him who he was talking to.
He said he was talking with Alice and that she used to feed the men who lived here.
He went on to say that she died because she couldnt breathe.
Our house used to be a boarding house before World War II.
Ran into my sisters room not long after screaming about the man in her room yelling at her.
My sister jumps out of bed and searches around for anyone or anything out of place.
Doors and windows still locked.
Happens a couple more times over the next few nights.
Niece doesnt want to sleep there.
Wont go into her room.
(Apparently his sons room was now my nieces room).
So my mom does some digging and found the guys name, which lead to his obituary.
Pulled up the picture from the obituary, and called my niece into the computer room.
Have absolutely no explanation as to how she recognized this guys picture.
8.So my husband and I rented a really old house.
We had to fix it up a bit before my son came home from the hospital.
(He was very premature.
In NICU for almost 5 months.)
We took down the wallpaper and painted, took down the popcorn ceiling, the whole 9 yards.
The basement was very unfinished and vandalized by the teenagers that lived there before.
We didnt bother finishing it because we didnt really need the room.
I went down there once out of the year we lived there.
Like someone was watching you, pissed.
Sometimes that creepy feeling would come upstairs.
He says the feeling while he did so was heavy.
Very angry and he would see figures coming at him through the smoke.
There were countless experiences there.
The 2 that stick out in my head are as followed.
I was showering and the baby was in a little bouncer seat in the doorway.
If the door wasnt just slightly shut it would have nailed him.
I went full on bat shit crazy.
I started yelling telling them if they are gonna mess with anyone mess with me.
He is just a baby, blah blah blah.
Shut me right up.
My husband and I were in bed.
My son in his room right down the very small hallway, fast asleep.
So my husband and I were laying in bed together.
We usually will talk for a while and then say our good nights and fall asleep.
My husband jumped up out of bed ready to kick some ass.
But I already knew no one was there.
Couldnt move until finally I fell asleep.
I do not miss that place.
Ive had lights turn on when I leave the house briefly.
This happened for years.
All my cabinets would be open when I got home.
I would feel what felt like people sitting on my bed at night and then getting up shortly after.
My blinds would start shaking.
Theres some more and a weird potential alien story that I wont get into.
But yeah, creepy stuff.
Lived in turnquist in MD, plane went down in the area killing 300.
Lighting struck the fuel or something.
Well the house was out of code and electrical was always fritzy.
I would go down the fix the power, and these eyes would show up.
Green like mountain dew and all of the eye is green not just the iris.
The eyes never appeared the same place.
12.I lived in a big 1840s colonial house with three of my friends for a while.
It was set back in 80+ acres of state wildlife property and it was a gorgeous house.
The bedrooms were all upstairs and all lined up down the hall.
We just shrugged and went back to sleep.
Weird things would happen there.
I could go on.
That house was really strange.
NEVER felt threatened, just weird.
13.From ages 5-17 i lived in a house with activity.
If we started renovating, which we almost always were, theyd get more active and start throwing stuff.
I got used to it.
They didnt hurt us, so we just let it go.
Even my father started believing after a while.
But the worst thing they ever did was while we were moving in.
My friends parents were helping.
Suddenly, the door to the room slammed shut.
No wind, no draft, no explanation.
Then the lock engaged with a click, and someone started laughing.
We were stuck in the room for two hours.
14.Living in Chicago last year in a top floor apartment of a three-flat style building.
Then they reached the top, turned around and went back down again.
Looked around and inside everything possible and calmly saying hello back.
The landlord then let us know his mother haunts the whole building.
15.I lived in an older home for about 5 or so years.
I honestly didnt think much of it, that is until I heard the footsteps.
Like clockwork, every night at 3 a.m.
I would heart footsteps walking along the length of the attic, which would go over my room.
The steps were heavy and you could clearly tell the pace was at a normal walking speed.
It sounded like a man contemplating something, thinking about his next move.
There were other stories, but those footsteps, which went on for years, still freak me out.
16.Many different things have happened but this one sticks out the most.
It was my mom who had it happen, not myself directly.
Backstory: The house we lived in was photographed in the 1860s in a book in the local library.
The story: I go on my merry way to school one day.
My mom is home alone cleaning up after breakfast not too soon after I leave.
So she is doing her thing when she begins to hear music upstairs.
She thinks to herself that I had left the radio on.
She gets to the top of the stairs which has an open railing.
She didnt even stay to look up for a body.
She noped the fuck out as the music stopped and the legs began to turn to her.
My mom made me sleep with her for like a week.
I was 15 at the time.
Ive had numerous experiences in that house though.
It made a skeptical, big, burly construction worker with sun kissed skin turn pale as a ghost.
Shit is no joke.
17.My ex wife was staying at her grandparents house which used to be a church.
All the cousins have stories from this place, but my wifes was an odd one.
The girls freaked out and started screaming.
Years after we moved out I learned that my brotherd been having the same exact nightmare.
Neither of us had ever talked about it before.
19.Rebuilt 100 year old mansion.
One night, both my wife and I heard a clear voice say LISTEN.
Empty house, except us.
It was NOT questionable.
we both heard it and quizzed each other as to what exactly each heard.
20.Too many to tell.
But Ill tell the one that fucked with me most.
I know for a fact no one was home.
I woke up, laid there for a second.
Groaned and stretched, and a mans voice groaned back right beside my head.
I noped out of there pretty fast, checked the house, home alone.
Fun fact; the previous owner was an elderly man who died in the front room.
He likes to shut and lock our doors when were not paying attention.
I was playing video games and she called the house phone to let me know she was almost there.
She stared at me for probably 5 seconds before walking into the adjacent hallway leading to my bedroom.
Quite recently I rewatched a video a friend and I made in 08/09.
My friend is sitting with his back to the open door.
A dark figure is seen walking down the hallway past the open door.
The figure is only visible a split second, but there is no doubt something passed by.
The thing is I remember vividly being home alone that day.
I remember the hallway always smelling faintly of smoke, even though no one in my family smoked.
I was in my room, he asked me if I had passed through there, I hadnt.
She told my mom about it really affected by it.
She screamed and sat at my bed pale and with goosebumps when she notices it wasnt there anymore.
While I was in that same bathroom brushing my teeth I saw a shadow pass through the hallway.
My mother even brought an uncle of hers who is a priest to cleanse the house.
That was before the second maid and I saw him.
I know these stories are pretty mild, but the man in white is pretty chill.
Hes become a recurrent joke at our house.
The dogs are looking fixedly at the hall?
The man in white.
I lose my socks?
The man in white.
Someone feels a presence somehow?
Chill, man in white.
24.My house was abandoned for two years before we bought it.
Realtor said they had no key and we couldnt open it unless we bought it.
Well, we ended up buying it and priority #1 was opening that door!
After a few minutes with a pry door we get in to reveal a childs play area.
My little brother chimes in whelp, this must be where they kept the kids before they died!
Fast forward through 3mos of renovations to when we move in and are live there.
The light comes on by itself, all hours of the day.
Thats usually the last time it comes on that day.
A year in to living there we have turned the creepy closet bedroom into our computer room.
We leave for work at the same time each day but arrive home about two hours apart.
I did not go back home.
Upon returning from work she was greeted by our computer room chair, in our kitchen.
We thought it odd but blamed the dead kids.
About six months after that we have our last big doozy of an event for awhile.
We go to bed one night to a house in perfect order.
Upon waking, we find that all of our kitchen knives have been removed from the butcher block.
In their place, all of our butter knifes.
The sharp, dangerous knives have been placed behind the kitchen sink instead.
We neither one had moved them.
We decided we were being unreasonable and went home to forget the ordeal.
The room with the creepy closet was the room where the previous owners brother committed suicide.
His children found him and he lived.
Later that year our family grows.
The rooms all get shuffled to make room for baby.
That creepy closet room?
To this day (9yrs later) that room is only used for storage.
When asked why, he just said it makes it less weird to play there.
When that would come over us, the end of the hallway would be completely blacked out.
It was like someone dropped a curtain over the end of the hall.
You could see part of the way down, and then there was just blackness.
Sometimes theyd bark a little, or growl, but mostly they just sat and stared.
They would walk backwards up the hall, never turning their back on whatever they were looking at.
I started seeing a shadow figure of a girl standing right next to my TV.
I could make out her figure so clear.
I spent nights just looking at her.
i couldnt even sleep.
One night I got sick of it and threw a pillow at her.
As soon as I did I put my head under the other pillow.
I screamed so loud and my parents came in and turned on the lights.
I never told my little sister about my experience prior to that.
27.I was around sixteen when this happened.
I happened to lay in bed, reading something.
The room at first would feel normal.
Then it started to feel really icy.
Not that the room got cold, but just the feeling it gave me if that makes sense.
It felt really uncomfortable.
Next it would feel as if something/somebody just stared at you.
There wasnt nobody there, nor did I see a thing.
But just the feeling that something looked at you hate filled was enough for me.
Often I got the feeling: leave the room.
So I did and then just played a video game of some sort.
The thing had left the room after about an hour or so.
This happened about three times.
Second, We had a dog, a small one named DJ.
Think something along the size of a Fox Terrier and youve got it.
One day I came to collect something from my room.
It was during the day and DJ followed me in.
I heard a deep growling from under the bad.
At first, I thought: Mustve been the dog.
But I already knew that DJ wasnt capable of making this deep of an noise.
It sounded either like a really big dog or a man doing his best and kinda scary growling impression.
This happened only once, but the experience just stuck with me.
Another weird thing with the dog was the time he was afraid to come to the living room.
Next to my bedroom there was a small room, we used it as a computer room.
DJ was in there at the time and I heard him whimpering and pacing.
Even growling lowly at a thing that was in the hallway.
I called him, but he didnt budge.
I had to come and pick him up and then remove him from the room.
They all happened at the same flat.
I lived there a few years with my mom after the divorce.
Things happened, and I left her home to live with my dad.
At my dad, a few small things happened but nothing like the experiences with my mother.
28.Moved from the US to the UK and our parents bought an old beat up house.
It still had lead pipes for the water.
Nightmare all on its own.
Anyway work proceeded on the house whilst we lived there.
We started seeing bright lights in the corners of rooms at night.
Foot steps on floor boards, the house had carpet.
I was fricken terrified.
My mum just fobbed it off as me dreaming.
Workmen complained of strange things happening like tools being moved and odd feeling like being watched.
After about a year of this my eldest sisters friend stayed over night.
The friend left the house and refused to ever come back.
Mum decided she might need to do something about it and got some advice.
He suggested my mum and the whole family should treat the presences as part of the family.
So when we got home we shout hi were home, did you have a good day?
Over time the house settled and we didnt get anymore trouble.
We also found out a little girl did die in the house of asthma.
My parents still live there and it is a beautiful homely place now.
Growing up, my brother and I lived with our single mother.
Strange, but explainable, things started happening after we moved back in.
One of the strangest things to happen was when my brother and I were in the house alone.
Probably just hearing things.
About 30 seconds later, a little louder, my brothers name again.
We looked at each other and he asked, Did someone just say my name?
I told him Id heard it more than once.
He said three times, right?
We grabbed our coats and went to get Burger King.
It was attached to the garage attic (complete unlit).
It was open when I went up to investigate the noises.
I shut the door- and locked it.
Two nights later, more noises.
Footsteps- leading from unfinished room to the bathroom- then nothing.
The worst part- the door.
The door that led to the unfinished room would not stay closed or locked.
Eventually I pushed the bed up against the door to keep it from opening.
As time passed- I would hear noises all over the house.
Mostly footsteps, but the occasional THUMP with no explanation.
I eventually moved out- but another employee moved in to take my place.
His stay there only lasted about a month.
He wont stay there anymore and no one in the company will live in the house.
31.My 3yo daughter talks about a guy called Mr. Longneck and says creepy stuff about it.
She pointed across the room and asked, Mom, whos that guy?
She responded that he was right there and gestured toward the closed bedroom door.
She said he was hiding.
I asked if he was scared.
She said, No, hes hiding.
During this whole exchange, she was calm and chipper, not scared.
Just me and you and him and her.
What really was strange, was her.
The only other female in the house is our cat and she wasnt in the room at the time.
A little later that spring, a new name came into conversation Mr. Longneck.
Short back story: my daughter has this weird thing where she likes touching necks.
Sometimes its cuddly, sometimes its when shes playing.
Anyway, she was getting put down for a nap and was a little high strung.
She just kind of giggled it off and was asleep 10 minutes later.
This was when I started getting creeped out a bit by her stories.
I know this is long, but were almost done here.
She pointed to the empty front seat and said Right there!
There was no one around on the street or sidewalks for her to point at, either.
One day, though, and a few times after, I just decided to ask her about it.
Below is a brief detail of what she has said in roughly the past month.
Me: Can you tell me about That Guy?
Daughter: What Guy?
M: You dont remember That Guy?
M: What about Mr. Longneck?
Yeah!face lights upM: Can you tell me about him?
And various other questions lead to…
Mr. Longneck is a grown up.
He wears a monster clothes and a hat.
He is nice but also scary.
He says Trick or Treat but doesnt wear a costume.
He lives far away, and goes with Santa in the sky to his house where he belongs.
He knocks on our big door (patio door), walks through the kitchen.
This is one of those fisher price pull string farm toys.
She NEVER plays with it, I rarely see it, and have never seen it in the kitchen.
The specific details of this piqued my interest for sure.
32.So this is currently happening in the house Im living in, in NJ.
I suddenly realize and turn my head around to see the kettle boiling by itself.
Like I literally heard the switch.
Also as soon as I said that I felt guilty like I shouldnt have been scared.
Like it was a friendly offer.
Nobody else in the house, when it starts boiling again.
My friend rushes over and points out the button has been pushed.
Then the kettle starts boiling.
Its just freaky, but its not scary.
Only my first instinct.
33.As a kid I saw a lot of shadows, heard a lot of weird noises, the usual.
The doors creaked and opened and closed on themselves a lot.
Which can happen in an old house due to draft.
Also the alarm went off a lot during the night; triggered by air?
One time; my parents were in China for business.
Me and my brother and sisters slept at other places because my parents were away for quite a time.
The house was engulfed in darkness en very silent.
As we walked out of my room; we her footsteps in the attic.
Two of my siblings had their bedrooms there; so I thought one of them was at home.
I shouted at them which made the footsteps stop.
One step at a time.
I actually felt a weight setting foot in front of me.
But I saw nothing.
Nevertheless; we were 12 so we noped the fuck out of there.
He never set foot in my house again.
I started school and my new classmates were like omg do you live in Kevins house?!
Your house is gonna be haunted!!
The policeman said he was patrolling our neighborhood and felt like something was wrong at our house.
Im absolutely certain Kevin had something to do with it.
35.Lived in a basement apartment with a roommate in college back in 2010.
It stopped there and we looked at each other and claimed a breeze or a loose hinge.
The handle in question was sort of like the ones velociraptors can open in jurassic park.
36.I used to be a server for an old church/school that was definitely haunted.
Id be there early to get ready, no one else around, and Id hear a scream sometimes.
Most of the time, the metronome on the piano would turn on by itself.
One time we placed a candy on a baby photo of him and asked him to move it.
Thanks, older bro.
37.I lived in one when I was a teen, along with my parents.
Several instances come to mind.
We were remodeling an old farmhouse and had been there a couple of months before witnessing anything.
One day I was underneath my truck, which was supported by only a jack.
Suddenly the overwhelming urge to get out from underneath overwhelmed me.
No sooner than I got out, the truck fell to the ground, the jack had slipped.
Freaked dad out, he thought I was under it.
When mom got home, we mentioned it, and she started crying, sobbing pretty hard.
It turns out the previous owner died in the driveway, under a vehicle, in that spot.
I would often see moving shadows, and strangely hear music from the upstairs area.
The windows of the old house were caulked shut, and blackbirds would often get caught between the panes.
We ended up replacing all the windows but we had to break three inside panes to get them out.
The upstairs had two large… Closets?
They ran from one side of the upstairs all the way to the other side on both sides.
It was essentially a crawl space that was maybe 30 feet long.
I know a lot of people say when they see a ghost they arent scared.
Nope, I was beyond terrified.
This girl looked normal, had blonde hair, a nice dress and seemed friendly.
I stayed silent, kept crawling behind my friend and got out of the closet.
As if they were trying to get me to come inside.
I would lose toys and wouldnt be able to find them anywhere.
My dog, usually up for anything REFUSED to go off the top step into the attic.
My parents never believed me with all the weird things that happened in that house.
I would get blamed for things that happened all over the house.
Leaving lights on, toys all over, things I knew I didnt do.
Well, anyway we move out of there when I am 10.
Not a week passes before the new owners call us up and ask if the house is haunted.
There daughter sleeps upstairs, she says that she has been playing with a blonde haired girl at night.
My parents laughed at how crazy these new homeowners must be.
They would look over while watching tv and see the girl sitting on their daughters lap etc.
The family that moved in there were absolutely torn apart by the events.
Got divorced, dad stayed living in the house and ended up taking his own life in that house.
39.My father-in-law died before my son was born, so he never meet him.
No biggie, kids will play with anything.
He had never ever seen a picture of my father in law before.
40.One recurring incident involved hearing the voices of my family members who werent home.
One time was different, though.
I went back to the bathroom and almost right after I shut the door again I heard more knocking.
Didnt kick off the door that time.
One of my skeptical friends saw a shadow person watching her from the staircase.
When we cracked pop kick open the door to peek in, every shade and curtain blew open violently.
That was the day my mom admitted that shed had strange experiences as well.
41.I used to live in an old big 5-bedroom house with 6 other people.
My SO and I shared one of the rooms.
I saw a stranger in my room when I was in my 20s.
It wasnt exactly visible, but I somewhat knew it was right there in the corner of the room.
My SO was next to me sleeping.
While I had my eyes open, I knew it was there.
So I closed my eyes.
I tried to wish it away.
I opened my eyes, and it was now next to the bed, looking at me.
I closed my eyes again, and suddenly relief came.
I opened my eyes, nothing there.
I saw it once again at the stairs.
It was only a brief moment this time, and then it was gone.
42.One of my exes lived in a haunted condo, but the ghost was pretty cool.
He would just open doors and cabinets at night.
Could you yo stop for tonight?
I havent told him about you yet.
There was one more sound of a door closing and that was it.
You should be fine now.
He went back in the closet.
Then she went back to sleep.
Me though, I couldnt sleep after that so I went downstairs to check locks and windows.
Everything was secure, but most of the cabinet doors in the kitchen were open.
The next morning she told me all about old Norman.
I guess when her kid was smaller, he used to talk to Norman.
Thats how they knew his name.
He was just an old happy guy that had lived there at one point and wanted to stick around.
He was plenty active too.
Over the course of the year her and I dated, Norm made countless other visits at night.
The coolest encounter was when we were both up late watching a movie and the closest door opened.
My ex greeted him with a Hey, Norm!
and he returned the gesture with a knock on the wall behind us.
Never could explain any of it, but it was pretty cool.
43.When I was younger, I was in a band with a drummer named John.
and the radio would go off and the one upstairs would come on.
No one was there, so he went back to the ironing board, and the pants were gone.
I, early 20s badass, didnt believe a word of this.
The light above me in the stairwell got super super bright then exploded.
44.I live in a house built in the 1800s.
Its survived the 2 world wars and its seen some shit I imagine.
One of the previous owners had 2 sons, who both committed suicide.
A lot of strange stuff happens.
It would also switch on in the middle of the night while nobody is walking under the motion detector.
Also, theres cold spots.
45.I had fallen asleep at night with my fan running, and woke up freezing I turned it off.
Not long after, I woke up hot, and turned it back on.
This happened several times.
I said, thank you, and fell back asleep.
46.A lady who had 2 husbands die on her in the same house.
Thats the house my dad decides to buy.
I lived in the basement room and often just felt like I was being watched all the time.
The bedroom in the basement has a secret storage room behind a bookshelf with a locking latch.
I would always wake up to find the door wide open.
For the longest time I thought it was my dad or step brothers messing with me but it wasnt.
There are no air vents or anything so Ive ruled out wind.
The poster had been up for over a year and had never been moved.
It was about 2-3am on Christmas day and I went to use the bathroom.
I clearly heard the echoes of a grown woman lightly sobbing.
I was sleeping on the floor of our den with the blanket over my head.
It was like someone was pressing two cool fingers on my arm.
No one was there.
My mom had a little workshop in our laundry room.
She then clearly heard the scraping sound of metal being moved across unpolished wood.
She turned back around and the coin had been moved to the other side of the table.
My mom was sitting there when she suddenly heard a man urgently whisper my sisters name right by her.
She went to go flip out on my dad when she realized she wasnt home.
There were no other men in the household.
My moms grandparents (my grandmas parents so my great grandparents) adopted her.
He was angry with her when he was alive.
He had been dead for over a decade at this point.
There was a lightning storm we were having one summer.
We had french doors that overlooked our backyard so I could see our deck and pond.
I freaked out and got my parents.
They looked and no one was there.
As soon as they saw it, it shot up the stairs and disappeared.
Like this breathing was so fucking scary, I still sleep with the lights on 10+ years later.
My sister sat there for about 20 minutes, then left.
Not long after she left, the same guttural, loud breathing began again.
This wasnt in my childhood home but in my boyfriends family house in a different country.
A couple of months later, it was just me in my boyfriend in the house.
He was taking a nap on the couch and I was sitting there with him.
The stomping quickly became extremely loud and boisterous.
It got about halfway until I screamed, STOP!
The sound ceased and I didnt hear it again.
48.I lived in an old, haunted house in college.
Things got so weird that everyone moved out except for me and one roommate.
Heres a few:
I woke up at 3am because my roommates door kept opening and slamming shut.
I laid in the fetal position in bed til it stopped.
I woke up at 3am, alone again, hearing the nintendo in the back porch playing loudly.
I figured a drunk kid came in and started playing.
I grabbed a bat and walked towards the back of the house as the music got louder and louder.
I had friends over and told them the house was haunted.
No one believe me so I asked the ghost to do anything to prove it was there.
As soon as I asked, all the lights in the house began flickering for about a minute straight.
This was the middle of the day, everyone witnessed it.
Almost everyone who stayed at my house had sleep paralysis at least once in the house.
Every time something spooky happened, the house would smell like old lady, flowery, strong perfume.
This house had a door built into the flooring that led to the basement.
We always had a rug covering it up so no one knew it was there.
Things would constantly go missing in the house, and turning up in the basement.
This house had a coal-shoot from when it was heated by coal back in the day.
Missing stuff would always be placed on the shoot for us to come and get.
Roommate was up late, he went to go lock the doors and turn off lights.
He was too afraid to come out and turn off lights and TV.
Loud thumps in attic at all hours.
For peace of mind, we told ourselves squirrels mustve gotten in there.
Voices would wake us up in the middle of the night.
Also, a lot of people had sleep paralysis in that house as well.
She used to have sleep paralysis often.
Then she moved out and now I have her old room.
She no longer has sleep paralysis, but I do.
He and the maid were said to have haunted the place.
She saw the maid again, bringing what looked like a percolator, down the stairs.
She went back to bed and woke up later downstairs to see my uncle and his friend just chatting.
She asked where the maid went and she thought that the maid was cooking breakfast.
My uncle had no idea what she was talking about and asked what she looked like.
The sister explained and he laughed.
Walked her to the living room and pointed to an old picture.
She said that was the woman.
My uncle replied, Yea, she has been dead for about 100 years.
