Does anyone or has anyone here lived in a haunted house or encountered a ghost? My friend Jeana lives in a haunted house. I’ve gotten calls after dark before, her crying, home alone, asking me to come over and sit with her until someone else gets home because she’s heard the ghost. Lights that are off when they leave are on when they get home. Stuff stops and starts working for no apparent reason. The TV only turns off when it’s unplugged (okay so that’s not a real haunting thing. It’s just creepy). Things disappear and aren’t seen for months, when they turn up in the oddest places. You can hear people walking around upstairs when you’re downstairs. Sometimes, late at night, you can hear people talking. More than once there have been taps or knocks on the door, late at night, with no one there, or even around. Not only the door, but taps or knocks on windows without any sort of trees or branches or anything to cause them. Some of this stuff sounds cheesy, but it’s very creepy and convincing when experienced.
My house is more than ninety years old. It used to have an old addition, since torn off, that was the servants quarters, with another two bedrooms and kitchen. Sometimes when I’m home alone, I can hear someone walk up the stairs, down the hall, and disappear into what is now a closet, but used to be a hallway to the servants quarters. Chilling. Doors open by themselves, even though we have checked the level of the floors and jambs. The dog barks at the air occassionally (of course, she’s nearly blind and deaf now, but even when she was spry, she did so) sometimes she would sit and stare at a chair, or on the couch, as if looking at someone. My cousin swears that the one and only time she ever stayed over here, someone opened her door, walked out of the room, opened the attic door, closed it, and walked up the stairs. This bugs the hell out of me because now we have refinished the attic into a bedroom and I live up there. Sometimes I could swear someone is in my room, late at night. I might mention that the city/area I live in was the site of a few larger battles during the Civil War. The apple orchard up the street dug up cannons, shot, sabers, and a few guns. Also, one of my friends tells a story about how her uncle kept visiting her for every night for a few months a few years ago. He’s been dead since she was real young.
Anyone else have anything similar?
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