Have you ever lived in a haunted house?

My childhood house was haunted. People would spend the night just to see if something would happen. It did about half the time - noises, footfalls on the steps, breathing in the dark, dark figure, voices, physical shoves, moved objects. Other relatives swore they'd never stay after midnight.

My parents enjoyed the notoriety, my grandmother who had her own suite in the house denied the possibility, and my siblings and I just thought it was normal because we grew up with it. We had our notions of what was going on, because I found that the house had been built by a young couple with a child, and shortly after they moved in she developed breast cancer (1904) and lingered over months at the end. And then he moved out and the place sat for empty for a couple years.

The only truly bad experience was my sister's fiancee, a bounder who was staying in a room on the third floor and who she would divorce, was held and pushed backwards towards the stairs. I was there and could see the fiancee bending backward over the stairs until he grabbed the banister and dropped down.

He never spent the night again.

Not in, but across the street.

Just a southern California tract home. The original owner of the house across the street was a retired Marine with a much younger, Asian bride. They eventually had a baby, but it was a rocky relationship. She ended up taking the kid and leaving him. After a few months there was a commotion across the streets. The man's daughter from his first marriage was worried at not hearing from her father for some time, and so she had the police break in. He had died a couple of weeks before, alone in the house.

The house was put up for sale and quickly sold. The new couple stayed only one or two nights and then listed the house again. No one ever got to speak with them to ask why. That was the beginning of a string of sales/rentals where someone moved in and out again, with no one staying more than a few nights. This went on for three or four years!

Finally an extended Samoan family moved in. Sweet neighbors who would never knock on your door without a plate of something delicious to share. One day one of the daughters knocked on my door with an enormous coconut cake. I was thrilled, and she was embarrassed. Her grandmother made her come over to offer the cake and ask some questions about the house. The girl said her grandmother was "sensitive" to things, and wanted to know about who had lived in the house before. She said her grandmother kept seeing on old man, walking around in shorts and a blue bathrobe. He was unshaven and looked drunk. The exact description of the man who died in the house. She said that her grandmother "had this idea" that the man was upset at being left alone in the house, and that he was wandering the halls looking for his family. When I told her that her grandmother was spot-on she was kind of freaked out. She said she didn't believe in that sort of thing, but that her grandmother was from the islands and brought up to believe in superstitions.

The grandmother conducted a purification ceremony and the ghost was not seen again. The grandmother eventually died and the family moved. The house was bought by a very strange couple who didn't live in the house, but came to do yard work in the wee hours of the morning, while it was still dark. The FBI eventually came to ask me about them -but that's another story... No reports of hauntings since. I can't stand the current owners -totally unfriendly. I'd prefer having the ghost back.

[quote]The only truly bad experience was my sister's fiancee, a bounder who was staying in a room on the third floor and who she would divorce, was held and pushed backwards towards the stairs. I was there and could see the fiancee bending backward over the stairs until he grabbed the banister and dropped down.

Yeah, that doesn't sound like something the mother would have done, R1. There had to of been a lot of spirits there.

[quote]The house was put up for sale and quickly sold. The new couple stayed only one or two nights and then listed the house again. No one ever got to speak with them to ask why. That was the beginning of a string of sales/rentals where someone moved in and out again, with no one staying more than a few nights. This went on for three or four years!

There was a house in my neighborhood that my sister and I used to walk or ride our bikes by on our way to the store to get candy.

Every time we would pass by this house we'd get the creeps. You always felt like you had to look at it. No one lived in there that we knew. Then again we weren't very old at the time. The windows still had curtains in them. You couldn't see anything inside through them. Both houses on either side were occupied. It's just that ONE house that was always empty. I can still see it now: light screen siding with a brick porch and two large, long windows on either side of the front door.

One night, when it got dark early and we would have to be heading home, my sister and I got separated and I ended up having to walk home by myself past this house. I stopped, stared at it, and I had this weird feeling that something very bad happened there. Then, a light switched on in one of the windows on the first floor and the curtain started moving around.

I high-tailed my little ass right out of there and ran 6 blocks to my house.

One 4th of July when my aunts and uncles were visiting, my sister finally asked about the house. My uncle, because some uncles love to scare kids told me that there was a police officer that lived in the house with his wife and three children. They don't quite know what happened but he snapped and murdered them and then himself. People had moved into the house on and off over the years (before I was born and my sister would have been old enough to remember) but they never stayed. People always heard noises, saw things or felt dread.

One of my aunts then chimed in, "That place is haunted as hell."

Eventually, they tore down the home. You don't know how happy I was they did it. Granted, we were older, but it felt nice to walk past that area and not feel the need to look over at the house or feel scared.

(My grandpa's home was also haunted but there, I never felt like anything wanted to do me harm. However, that's another story.)

I guess...I grew up Italian in our house. So as far as experiencing all the weird and unexplainable things, if you wanna call that haunted--OK, I guess I did! :D

Thanks to those of you who posted. This is some spooky stuff. Just what I was looking for. Especially you R2.

BOOGIE, BOOGIE, BOOGIE!!!

There is no such thing as ghosts, just overactive imaginations.

I rented a room in a rambling old house on an island for a summer. College kids lived in the bedrooms and shared a kitchen and a few baths, but the downstairs "parlor" had nothing in it at all and you had you entered the house through it. It was always chilly and strange and you a got an apprehensive feeling in there.

Sometimes when we were in bed we would hear furniture moving around downstairs in the empty room, but it was if the sound was turned way down. Overnight guests heard it too.

We heard a story that one girl had arrived in May, stayed one night in the house alone and left the island for good the next day.

I don't believe in the supernatural at all, except something was in that room.

My grandmother's sister would come to visit my grandparents for a few months every few years (postwar, 50s, from GB). They had seances fairly regularly like normal people would play bridge, but they supposedly contacted a Native American Indian. He supposedly 'stayed'. No one had a problem with this. My grandfather (also from GB, moved here around 10 yrs old, my grandmother met him back in GB during WW2) was a mason, and he built the house they 'all' inhabited. He was the one who supposedly had seen the Indian (as my family so lovingly called him) on the most regular basis. The land here was mostly Mohawk Indian territory and my uncles had a really big arrowhead collection. I thought this was all made up to scare me, although it was more of a curiosity. There was a couple of photos taken with my mother and aunts and Grandmother in the front yard of their house, and there was a figure in it that was completely inexplicable. Grandfather took the picture, still not entirely sure what to make of it.

Part of my head is saying with older photos that age, spots from development, dust, too many variables. But knowing my grandfather, he wasn't the type to joke about those kinds of things.

Sure, Jan.

I hope this little creative writing exercise was fun for the OP/ r1 / r2 / r3 / r9, as they are the same person.

P.S., r9: I've seen SHUTTER and both SINISTERS, too!

I would never buy a home I suspected was haunted. That's just feckless.

R10, R11 : I'm sorry that own skepticism didn't read. I thought by stating "SUPPOSEDLY " was a clarifying statement reiterated by stating I believed it to be made up. Also trying to find rational explanations for the photo anomalies should've been another clue.

I also never implied any malevolence, in fact it seemed to be the opposite.

R11 You also must've seen the Shining, Pet Cemetary, and Poltergeist which also both used the Indian burial ground tropes.

You bitches are slipping

Hey, R11. You do know there's a way to tell who posts where how many times, right?

If so, you'd know I posted at R1 only.

And you're a stupid cunt. We don't need to look up anything else here to know that much.

R1, that sounds like a big Gothic house out of a Bronte novel. Separate grandmother suite, third floor boarders. Tell us about the house.

What method did R11 use to supposedly ascertain which posts came from the same account?

One of those freaks who posts endlessly about MEGAIN HARKLE posts about her haunted property. She’ll turn up here at some point.

Hey, r14, you do know that there's no way to tell which posters are using multiple sock puppet accounts in the same thread to hide their trolling?

And that the writing style of r1, r2, r3 and r9 sound exactly the same?

If so, you wouldn't be the stupid cunt r14 proves you are.

I'd like to see you prove you're not using sock puppet accounts just to lure stories out of others, exercise your creative writing bug and compliment yourself.

The cemetery in POLTERGEIST was a typical, American graveyard for mostly Christian white people, r13, NOT an Indian burial ground. But you probably knew that, as I've corrected people in horror threads on DL before.

I guess you're a pretty slippery bitch yourself!

I fucking wish.

How could someone get so angry in a thread about haunted houses?

Forget it, Jake. It’s Datalounge.

R18 Perhaps there are spirits here.

Not me but a good friend. His dad bought a house in the outskirts of Okeechobee Florida. A mansion of sorts , for the the area. A murder had just occurred a few years prior. My friends dad never told his wife. When all the haunting days and night became too much she asked him. When he told her the truth, she moved out the next day, taking the kids with her. From the stories my friend told me it was horrific for the short time he lived there. I’m sure some of you sleuths can suss it out to find the house. But he said he has had nightmares his entire life about living there.

I guess part of the reason I was so angry is that we've already done this thread RECENTLY and TWICE.

It feels like the same troll just desperate to milk another droplet out of a played-out topic.

And

One of those threads is closed, and the other is this one.

Well, it was sort of haunted.

[quote] One of those threads is closed, and the other is this one.

LOL

[R7] NEVER SAY THAT ! I have had to live thru that situation and i wouldnt wish it on anyone. Something getting on the bed everynight, which at first i thought were my cats. The dog sitting there his head up and looking at something like someone was talking to him. When i went to work i would sometimes leave the tv on for my dogs, one afternoon i get home from work , go in the house thru the kitchen and i hear people laughing and talkung ( but couldnt hear exactly what they were saying) i get in the living room and the tv is off. I was a gymnast when young, but at that house i was tripped and fell repeatedly, since i moved i havent fell since. Saw an orb that came in thru the kitchen to the living room, a ball about the size of a baseball or softball, it was a beautiful blue color with sparkly tiny light within it, it seemed to see me looking at it and ZOOM faster than anything i've seen before went into the bedroom, i went into the bedroom and it was gone. When u were outside you could hear two men talking, lived in the country so no neighbors, they seemed to be at least 100 ft away, u could hear that they were talking to each other but again couldnt understand what they were saying, after we moved,we had alot of people want to rent the house but i refused !!!! I didnt want to dubject anyone to what i went thru. It was an owner finance and we let it go back to who we were buying it from. It was one of the worst experiences of my life.

Oh , this is me above, i forgot to add when we first bought the house i didnt realize it was haunted and the first weird thing that happened was , snd this happened most every nite, the comforter was on the bed as normal but...in the morning it would always be turned PERFECTLY from vertical to horizontal, thought it was my husband doing it in his sleep, but it would be perfectly horizontal. I told someone about that thinking it was just weird and my husband was doing it and the look in their eyes was so wild !!! I could tell it scared them. I ONLY tell people i trust and that know me because they know i detest liars. But u cant tell anyone something like that unless they have experienced something similar. If it hadnt happened to me i probably wouldnt belueve it happened.

[quote]It was one of the worst experiences of my life.

I mentioned that my grandfather's house, which we lived in for a few years, was haunted as a kid. I didn't really go into details because it's a lot to dredge up but I'm bored so I'll try.

We moved in for a while when I was a kid and my mother had to decide what she wanted to do going forward with us and her life.

The house felt fine when you went inside but there were two rooms where things felt off. You really always felt like someone was watching you in my grandfather's room. There was also a room off to the side of the house and people always felt the same way there. I say people, as in, if anyone came over and went into one of those two rooms they always mentioned it. We never told anyone about those rooms they just figured it out.

As a kid things would disappear and reappear to the point where I thought I was going crazy. I started asking for things back and they'd always appear at some point.

I also saw shadow people at night. At first, I thought it was no big deal because I really must be hallucinating everything. I thought I was having those dreams where you think you're awake but you're really half asleep. Then one night I saw one, while I was sitting up in my bed, with the light on. I was reading my sister's magazine (probably Seventeen knowing my baby gay ass), I looked up at the corner of my room and there it was. I froze, I looked away for a moment and then it was gone.

I also had a weird experience with the voices that sounded muffled but I couldn't tell what they were saying. I'd hear them at night sometimes.

I went to school and told a group of "witchy kids." They came up with all sorts of radical ideas. I wasn't going to try a seance or set up a recorder or anything weird like that. One of those people, a really interesting girl, Kate, came up to me after that conversation alone. She was, what everyone knew, the real deal. She wasn't just playing at anything as kids often do.

She asked what I saw again. She asked if I was scared because I thought I was in danger or scared because I didn't know what any of it was. I thought about it and said it was the second one. She said to try talking nicely to it because she didn't think whatever was there would hurt me. She also asked if anyone else saw or heard anything and I said I never had asked. She told me they probably had and something was trying to communicate with me in particular.

So I started asking it to stop doing whatever it was doing when things were happening and it always did. I also brought it up to my family members one by one and YES we all had seen and heard things but we never had a group discussion about it.

Fast forward a few years later and my little sister is born. When she learned to talk she, of course, started talking to someone that she told us lived in grandpa's room. She said she was really nice and they would play games or something like that. She also told us the person's name. My grandfather confirmed that yes, there was someone that lived in the house before him with that name. They also died in that room as that was the master bedroom. As for the other room, we never figured out why that felt weird. Apparently, it wasn't even there when the old owners lived in it.

R30/31, those are cool stories but are you sure you’re not just schizophrenic?

Sorry, r27.

It was this other thread:

And this one:

And this one:

And basically two or three threads per year on haunted houses going back over a dozen years.

I'm sorry, but are you new to this place? Have you seen how many threads get repeated on this site sometimes within days of each other. I'm sorry that you have some bug up your ass about haunted houses, but a repeat thread and a repeat topic, on Datalounge, is hardly a cardinal sin.

I love haunted house stories and don’t mind more than one thread. Maybe a poster didn’t see the first one and has a juicy story.

The house I lived in before the one I’m in now was haunted with an old man. This one isn’t, but I had another supernatural experience happen here a few months ago after my dad died. My stepmother is mentally ill and very difficult. She hated the groundhogs in their yard and was pestering my dad to have them killed, although he didn’t want to do that. He died very suddenly, in the barn one afternoon. I didn’t know yet, and was standing at my kitchen window, looking outside while washing dishes and I saw a groundhog on the grass. I had t seen one for years, we live in suburbia, not in the country. An hour later I got the phone call from my stepmother saying my dad had died, right about the time I had seen the groundhog. I was devastated and weeping constantly for days. About two days after my dad died, I was in my studio trying to work but crying. The door was ajar, and I heard a bit of rustling and turned around to see the groundhog gently pushing open the screen and coming inside. He ran off, but came back that evening under the fig tree. Then I never saw him again. I looked up groundhogs and they never stray more than twenty feet from their burrows, so this was not an itinerant animal, I believe he was my dad coming to say goodbye and check on me. My dad loved animals, he always had his favorite wrens and chipmunks and so on that he talked to everyday. I’m crying writing this! RIP Dad.

Have you ever seen a haunted house? You know the kind I mean...

I’m happy to have another haunted house thread!

Yes, but this thread is repeating stories people already left on the redundant or copycat threads.

And r38 is exactly the thirsty and redundant troll just desperate to milk another droplet out of a played-out topic mentioned @ r25.

She's obviously the culprit and the thread copycat.

Of course I'm not new here and just because you make redundant threads all the time or copy others' topics doesn't mean it's okay. It's annoying AF plagiarism and you are a cancer. You've already made people like r32 repeat tired stories they've already told before.

ENOUGH. Take your medication. Go watch another horror movie — there are plenty you haven't seen.

Nobody can tell I'm W&W'ing the shit out of my own posts!

My childhood home was very old, in a central part of an old Massachusetts town. The cellar door was never locked, the broom closet was unfinished and looked onto the bare chimney, we had to "bleed" the radiators to prevent them from clanging in the night when It got cold. The attic was scary as f---. Almost all the rooms of the house were accessible from the kitchen. The house next door was empty/abandoned for many years. I used to have nightmares of a boy in the back yard who would stare but never say anything.

[quote] Almost all the rooms of the house were accessible from the kitchen.

This is very funny to me.

[R45] Did you ever find out any history about the house? It sounds like a boy died in some sort of accident there.

[quote] [[R45]] Did you ever find out any history about the house? It sounds like a boy died in some sort of accident there.

What gives you that impression? R45 doesn’t describe anything that sounds like paranormal activity there.

Sorry to disappoint R11, but I'm R2 and until now that was my only post in this thread. I don't see how my "writing style" (or lack thereof) is in any way similar to those you claimed were also written by me (or was I written by them -I get confused). I stand by my story as completely true. I don't claim there really was a supernatural event (I don't actually believe in that shit), but it is a matter of record that the house saw a parade of families move in and out for several years, and the rumor went out around the neighborhood that the house was haunted. Prior to the Samoan family moving in, I only spoke with two of the various tenants but both complained that people couldn't sleep well because of noises in the house, and one asked point-blank if someone had ever died there. I know that a lot of people might hear stories of ghosts and invent their own noises and disturbances -and maybe that happened here. But the facts of the story are still the same.

Yes. My father died at home. 1) Every holiday, the Christmas tree lights go out at 10pm- still plugged in, on a timer or not. He always bitched about the lights and always turned them off right at his bedtime which was 10pm. They come back on at 7am on Christmas Day, which was the only day that he would turn them on himself. 2) He had a head injury and each evening around sundown he'd see things outside, usually a black horse. When he died, a horseshoe showed up in the kitchen, by the window that he'd look out of at sundown. My sister had owned horses and there was a old shoe in her bedroom of a horse that had died next to a few of her trophies. No one was in the house and it wasn't in the kitchen when we left that evening. Her bedroom door was shut and it's a larger home, 4k sqft, with all the bedrooms along a hallway that's very far from the kitchen No chance of it being picked up (from a shelf in my sisters bedroom that's pretty high up- there was dust around where it was placed on the shelf). no one had been in that room in days and it was icy cold in there, though the thermostat showed 74 and all the other rooms were 74. Warm air was blowing thru the vent but it was probably 45 degrees in there. 3) The few times my sister has slept there since he died she's been awakened each morning at 6 on the dot by feeling a jerk on her big toe. Dad woke her up like that for years, so maybe she's imagining it but it's odd. 4) This is recent, a few months ago- My mother still lives there and felt someone shaking her. She woke up, went to the kitchen and discovered that there was a fire from one of those wax burners and the flames were almost touching the bottom of the cabinets. My sister and I are convinced that it's because she hasn't scattered his ashes (it's been 22 years, he's in a antique butter churn in the kitchen). She says she can't bear to throw him out. and I'm kinda glad he's still "around".

In college-. The Ficklen family had 3 homes, connected by tunnels underground for the servants. The houses are now Greek housing. Things fly thru the air, stairs squeak as though someone is standing on them, burners in the commercial kitchen come on unexpectedly, water filled every bathtub in the Victorian style house and would turn itself off once it got to the rim...It was creepy.

R1- Love that you called him a bounder. Great term.

R2- TELL THE FBI STORY! PLEASE?

You've no idea

[quote]The house was bought by a very strange couple who didn't live in the house, but came to do yard work in the wee hours of the morning, while it was still dark. The FBI eventually came to ask me about them

This sounds much more interesting than any old haunted house. Details please.

I think I've shared this story here before, but just in case I didn't....

My father bought an old 3 story, 12 room house for next to nothing. Needed some work but nothing major, we lived there while the work was going on. The old woman he bought it from was a family friend, and we would see her off and on for a few years until she died. One day she asked me if I ever saw little footprints in the second floor hallway. I told her no, and asked why? She explained that during WW2 she rented out the bedrooms, turning the home into a boarding house. One couple and their toddler rented a room for a few months, until the little girl fell down the stairs from the 3rd floor to the 2nd, dying instantly.

A few weeks later she was sweeping the hallways and noticed little footprints. There was no child in the house at that time, plus you could see the arch and toe marks. The little girl was barefoot when she died. The old woman swore until she sold the house to my dad she saw those footprints whenever she looked at the floor. She said if she could avoid doing so, she just didn't look down at the floor, but it needed cleaning, and that's when she would see them.

Of course after being told this story, I would notice what looked like little footprints in the hallway if any dust had built up. There were times I would sweep that hallway every day, just to keep them at bay. Now years can pass without me thinking about it, but I still get chills when I think of that old woman's story.

YES! About 5 years ago I lived in a haunted house with a college roommate. The woman who owned it said her husband died there.

At night the ghosts would be having muffled arguments, slamming doors... walking on the creaky floorboards. A couple times I got up thinking I had left the tv on only to find it off!

I experienced this as well as my roommate. This stuff happened when we were there together and when each of us was there separately.

I used to hate being there alone at night.

The ghosts were not energy efficient either. Sometimes I would find the windows open or lights left on the next morning. Inconsiderate motherfuckers!

"The house was bought by a very strange couple who didn't live in the house, but came to do yard work in the wee hours of the morning, while it was still dark. The FBI eventually came to ask me about them."

Okay. Here's the story. First, it's important to know this took place in 2002. 911 was fresh in everyone's mind. The "haunted" house across the street had sold again -but weeks had gone by and no one had actually moved in. Finally a car appeared with a late middle-aged couple and their adult son -clearly Middle eastern. They went into the house for an hour or so, and then drove away. Weeks went by, and no sign of a moving van. At some point I was talking with the neighbor across the street and over one (whose wife was my boss at the time). He was complaining that he and his wife had been woken up in the middle of the night several times in the last week by lights and noises in the neighboring house and yard. He said he looked out his window and saw the son with a flashlight, digging. Pretty soon this was the talk of the neighborhood. I myself came home extremely late (from something wholesome and virtuous, I swear!) around 3 AM to find that car in the driveway, and two shadowy figures crouched in the front yard with flashlights and shovels.

Not long after that they put in a rare, daylight appearance. My sister and brother-in-law were over, and since he was Jordanian and he heard the family were speaking Arabic he went over to say hello. He came back and reported that they were Syrian and Lebanese, parents and adult son. They bought the house, thinking to rent it out for extra income. They actually lived about 90 miles away. I'm afraid he was a bit of a snob, and said they were very working class, and not really interesting to talk to. I never gave them much thought after that, since they were planning to be absentee landlords.

Still, it was not much of a surprise when one Saturday there was a knock on my door from two men from the FBI, who asked if they could speak with me for a few minutes about my neighbors. They said they had had a call, and were checking on things. What did I know about them? I told them I didn't know much, as I hadn't seen much, but I passed along what my brother-in-law told me. They asked if I had seen anything suspicious, and I told them about the late-night flashlights and digging. They weren't surprised at all, so I guess that had been the point of the original call. They asked if I had seen them bury anything, or dig anything up. I said no. They asked if I didn't think that behavior was pretty suspicious, but I said that while it seemed so, it couldn't be anything too sinister since they kept on doing it, and made no effort to conceal whatever it was. They asked if I had any idea what they might be doing, but I said the only way to find out was to go across the street and ask them. They left a card and said to call if anything unusual happened.

I guess they must have eventually contacted them, because the late-night visits stopped and the for sale sign went back up. I saw the son one last time and went across the street to talk to him. He was agitated and inclined to be snippy until I reminded him that he had met my brother-in-law. Then he unbent and told me what was going on. They were recent immigrants to the US, and all three were working full-time jobs to try to get ahead. They bought the house in hopes of making an income from it, but it needed work and they couldn't afford to hire anyone to do it, so after they got off work in the evening they would drive the 90 miles and spend a couple of hours on the house. His mother was painting inside, while he was digging out weeds from the front yard. His dad would alternate between helping each of them, and driving back home for a late shift at his regular job. I asked why they were giving up and selling, and he said that some people in the neighborhood had called the FBI and accused them of being part of a terrorist cell. He was quite indignant, and said they had expected to rent to an immigrant family like themselves, and couldn't do that with such racist neighbors.

So, in the end there was nothing going on but late-night gardening and home improvements. I'll grant their behavior was odd, but it was really just post-911 hysteria and racial profiling that brought the FBI in.

Sounds almost Agatha Brickrockian.

BOO!!

Yes.

R[43] i know u arent supposed to wish ill on another, but.... may u live in a haunted house sometime in your life and then u will FINALLY REALIZE NO ONE IS BS ing YOU.

I live in one now.

One night my husband and I were watching tv. It was midnight, nk. We were watching a Halloween show, it was just on or just before Halloween. All the lights in the house were out. I had to get up to go down the hall to the bathroom. While is was in there I heard what I thought were my husbands footsteps coming from the end of the hall down by our bedroom. They walked slow and heavy, shoe sound on a wooden floor, sounding like Frankenstein walking, only inches from where I was on the other side of the door. They went to the kitchen and stopped. I kind of knew inside me they were not his footsteps and worried that when I opened the door the house would be all in darkness. It was. When I got back to the bedroom he was staring at me and said “I thought I heard you walking down the hall but you were already in the bathroom”? Or something like that. He looked scared, he knew it wasn’t me. We were both barefoot. We’ve had a couple of other minor things here, but nothing like that night.

R62 you either need to learn DL or English because you're reply is a fucking mess.

I grew up in old houses - still live in an 18th century one today - so I'm used to the noises. The central heating system can hiss, the water pipes can groan, the doors creak and light winds can occasionally gust from the fireplaces. I have exposed beams upstairs and they can cause shadows to 'move' as different light sources are turned on or off.

I don't believe in hauntings, but I did jump out of my skin when an inherited painting over the mantel fell off. It was just crumbly old plaster and a too-small picture hook that was the cause!

If I am being haunted, the spirit is being VERY subtle about it.

R64, your English needs some work, too.

R59 People seem to forget the post- 9/11 hysteria an how stupid and suspicious it made people.

Yep R6 I made a typo but the other can't even manage a "you". Compared to it I'm a veritable Shakespeare.

R15, I guess the house is big. (I now own it, but prefer to live in my own house two blocks away.) It is an older-city neighborhood of older houses, lots of trees, quirky-but-solid brick-and-stone.

The five of us kids had our rooms in the former servants' and nursery part of the house, all on the third floor. We weren't allowed in the attic above, but my brother and I found a sealed-off room next to my room, which we figured out by noticing a window from the garden that we didn't understand being there. We were 11 and 12 then. We also found a sealed room in the basement in the laundry room, completely empty. I also found a set of very old dentures and a glass eye buried by a veranda on one end. My brothers and I were trying to dig a hole to the center of the Earth at the time.

That sort of house.

The grandparents of a famous country singer lived on one side. A bad-luck house was on the other, where every owner had a terrible tragedy after moving in, like an episode of "The Twilight Zone." Electrocution, toddler going down the laundry shoot head first to the cement basement floor, stove blowing up in a woman's face and burning her eyelids off.

My parents' bedrooms had little people four of us saw. Tiny people who would march around and fight, dressed in quaint old clothes. I saw them several times. We never figured out who or what we called "the presence" was. Mostly mischievous, but very strong but it may have been in a protective way. We'd all hear it or something climbing the stairs, all the time. It would stop when we came out of our rooms into the hall. We knew every wooden step and which ones creaked a certain way, and how the third one from the landing creaked the loudest. We'd hear the progression, usually stopping when it made the "crrreeeeeeeaaak" of that step.

There also was something on the back servants' staircase. It would appear running down the steps in front of you just as you were starting to descend. That was visible with no sound, and it was a young woman in a long uniform, hands up as she ran. Three of us saw it. (We took votes and updated each other if we noticed anything else.

My grandmother's portion was in part of the first floor. She had four rooms and would have her family guests stay with her there, rather than elsewhere in the house. We often had long-time visitors, too.

R69 you sound full of shit with quite the imagination. Little people? Sorry, you embellished too much.

One week until Halloween!

It's not the house that's haunted...it's the kid!

I shared this on another thread recently.

This is a true story.

I grew up in a haunted house, and I'm certain something evil occupied it, something far beyond dead persons who had passed on and had lost their way. Whatever occupied that house was malevolent. Stuff happened to both my brother and I, and I'm sure my parents knew and moved due in large part to it. They also had the house blessed twice, which was a huge clue, even though they never acknowledged their suspicions to us, presumably so as not to scare us.

Years later, I met someone online and had the opportunity to speak with him before meeting (something that was sometimes done in the early days of online dating) and we got onto the topic of haunted houses because it was just before Halloween. He began to tell me about a recent experience at his friend's house which he fled in the dead of night because **something** was happening that he couldn't explain. He believed he was being attacked by something supernatural and began to describe it to me, a description which made my blood run cold. I won't describe it here because I'm still afraid of conjuring it, after all these years.

His description of the entity and the neighborhood sounded familiar, so I asked him where the house was. It was my old neighborhood. As my heart began to pound seemingly out of my chest, I asked him if he recalled the street name; he did, and it was my old street. Finally, I asked him for the house number and sure enough, it was my old house.

I quickly ended the phonecall and ghosted him (no pun intended). I honestly believe that his story, and my stumbling upon him so randomly, was a message / warning / confirmation from whatever evil that resided in that house, that what I had experienced as a kid was real and not imagined. Even more terrifyingly, I also believed it wanted me know that it could still REACH me.

While I'm reasonably skeptical of most things, I will never forget this encounter and do not believe in such extreme coincidences. I still burn frankincense regularly in my new home, just in case.

A pint sized harlot came to a sticky end in my basement one Christmas, but no, no hauntings

some of you are clearly making up shit....haunted old mansions, leaving in the middle of the night....all been done before

I stayed in the Lincoln bedroom when Clinton was President…does that fit?

R76 Are you sure it wasn't during the presidency of the Mob Boss, Trump?

Tiny people who would march around and fight, dressed in quaint old clothes.

are you Enid fuckin Blyton!?

Old Town Pasadena California has a large old gothic hotel built in the 1800s that went condo decades ago. Ornate salons and a big ballroom, a caged elevator and grand marble staircase. Frequent film location when a movie calls for a foreboding site; my first apartment there was where a character in some Nicholas Cage / David Lynch movie gets his head bashed in. This castle opened up its doors twice a year to the public for tours and rented out its spaces for fancy weddings. I lived there twice in my 20's in two different small studios and loved every minute there. Lots of residents had ghost stories to tell of faucets pouring water out of nowhere and lights going on randomly but nothing odd ever happened to me and this place was made for hauntings. The laundry room was down in the dank musty cavernous basement and I would be down there alone at midnight with the ubiquitous single lightbulb casting shadowy light awaiting my own haunting but nothing...nada. Creepy as hell but still...nothing. So I guess you can say I lived in a haunted place but never experienced any of it....maybe the ghosts just didn't like me.