haunted houses near you

I’m bored, and halloween is coming up, so I thought it’s ask you all to list the names of places near you that you know of that are supposedly haunted (if you can, describe the ghosts there).

I live near Monterey and it has a number of haunted places. Some I cant tell you what the haunting is, because i just can’t find info on it :):

  • The Stevenson House. This boarding house is where Robert Louis Stevenson stayed in his poorer and sicker years. Supposedly it’s haunted by ghost of the original owner, a Manuela Girardin (then it was called the French Hotel) who caught typhoid fever after caring for her two sick grand children. The ghost usually is seen at the foot of the bed in the nursery, and people have smelled carbolic acid (a disinfectant used in the 1800’s), as well as seeing a rocking chair start rocking.

  • Stokes Adobe (it used to be where many fiestas were held)

  • Casa Pacheco

  • Vasquez Adobe (hide out of the bandit Tiburcio Vasquez)

  • Custom House

  • California’s First Theater

  • Whaling Station

  • Royal Presidio Chapel’s rectory (Oldest in the state, from 1775)

  • Hotel Del Monte (Now the Naval Post Graduate School. The link shows the original building). Originally built in 1880, it burned twice, once in 1891, and then again in 1924. I’ve heard several stories about the hauntings, most of which center in the main building which houses the old hotel lobby, and a chapel, and ballroom. People have seen a “Man In Gray” who i hear was one of the guys who had it built (Charles Crocker, who died in Monterey 8 years after the hotel was finished). Usually it’s around the ballroom, or the terrace, or in one of the rooms below.

  • Ghost tree: This one is along 17 mile drive and has your classic lady in white. I hear the tree doesn’t exist anymore. I’m not too sure, but across from the spot where the Ghost tree was, there’s supposedly a house where just the front porch is haunted.

-Mission San Carlos. I’m a bit foggy on this one, but i believe a ghostly carriage has been spotted there.

There are more i’m sure but I cant think of others, and info is lacking on the web.

but there is a house on 33rd Avenue North here in St. Cloud, Minnesota just off Eighth Street, that is frequently for sale, and rumor has it that the place is haunted and people keep hearing strange noises, and that there have been “manifestations.”

Spider Woman, there is a house in St. Cloud, Florida rumored to be haunted (odd symbols still re-appear, no matter how many times the walls are painted over).

That is pretty interesting. I have never been in the one here in town. Have you been in the one in St. Cloud, Florida? [And what channel is Barenboin (sp?) on?]

I live in a house that is over 300 years old…
No hauntings… not yet

I know a house in Cambridge though…
Dee House… which might be an old ppl’s home or a guesthouse… or just a house…
but no matter what time of day or night you walk past it some elderly guy will stare at you.
He ll sit in an armchair and watch you pass the house…
He doesnt sleep ever.
He doesnt go to the toilet ever.

I think he is an alien.

  1. No, but Roommate has pointed out the house several times. (Currently occupied, and I’m not goin to knock on the door and ask if it’s haunted! eeewww!)

  2. A&E (Arts & Entertainment Network) - program ends at 11 am EDT.

The house my parents lived in when I was born was supposedly haunted. In fact, my nursery was the room where most of the creepy stuff happened. It made for cool stories to tell on Halloween, but I’m not sure I believe all of it. The house is gone now, but my parents still live on the same farm.

My nursery was my dad and his brother’s bedroom when they were in high school, and one night my dad claims that he woke up to seeing a black figure with red glowing eyes standing over him, which went away after he threw the covers over his head and recited the Lord’s Prayer. Me, I think he was just stoned (my dad, not the demon thingie).

Many, many years ago, my great-grandfather (dad’s grandfather’s) lived in this house, and one night he was sitting in the living room. He glanced up at the door and saw the face of his sister looking in at him through the small diamond-shaped window. He wasn’t expecting to see his sister, so he jumped up and ran to the door to let her in. When he opened the door, she ran away and disappeared around the corner of the house. He searched and searched, but couldn’t find her. He later found out that she died at the same time he saw her at the window.

My aunt and uncle (dad’s sister and her husband) lived in the house for a short time after my parents and I moved out. One day, my uncle was attempting to take a nap and he felt the bed levitate.

One night when my parents live there, my mom had gone grocery shopping. Mom and dad went to bed, and as they were lying there, they heard the sould of the cupboard doors in the kitchen opening and closing. When my dad went out to investigate, nobody was there.

One day, my mom was in the kitchen washing dishes while my father was in the barn milking the cows. She heard the sound of wood chopping, which she found odd, because it was way too early for my father to be finished with the chores. She went outside to see what was up, and no one was there. She shrugged and went back to the dishes and soon, the chopping noise began again. My dad denied any knowledge of the phantom wood chopping sound. (Incidentally, the prior owner of the house, Lawrence Roe, died of a heart attack while chopping wood. Either that or while in the outhouse, accounts vary.)

Lawrence, the previous owner of the house, was rumored to have a fantastic coin collection. When my family took over the house many years ago, they scoured the place looking for these coins with no luck. On the night I was born, many years after the house was bought by my family, my father was in the basement putting wood in the furnace, and for no reason at all, he reached up to this wooden beam in the ceiling, way in the corner, and found this glass jar which, at first glance, appeared to hold rusty nails. Again, for no reason, my father pulled out all the nails and under them was the coin collection. He claims he didn’t see anything up there, he just reached up there for no logical reason…cue Twilight Zone music

My aunt (dad’s brother’s wife) claims to have heard the sound of a phantom child crying near the ancient lilac bush that stands near where the house used to be.

My aunt (mom’s sister) lived with my parents for a short time before I was born. One night, Susan was in her room changing, and suddenly my parents heard her pounding on the door and screaming at my dad to quit joking around. My parents ran upstairs to find that she could not open the door, the knob would not turn, and Susan thought my father was holding it to play a joke on her. My father tried to turn the knob, but it wouldn’t budge. They tried for a good fifteen minutes to turn the knob and open the door to no avail. Finally, my dad told Susan to calm down, he’d go get the ax and get her out (she was seriously wigging out). When they both stepped back from the door, the knob turned by itself and the door swung open.

Damn…now I’m all creeped out.

Until recently I lived in a Victorian house that should have been haunted - it certainly looked the part. My sister once used a ouija board with her friends and they absolutely terrified themselves after (according to them) communicating with the spirit of some Victorian child who’d died in the house.

Mind you, apart from gurgling plumbing I never noticed anything myself.

I just remembered some friends of mine at uni (in Edinburgh) who were absolutely convinced that their flat was haunted. They claimed that if you stood against one wall in the kitchen, on your own, with the lights off, the temperature would drop rapidly and you’d feel gently pushed towards the door. One of them also claimed to have woken one night to see a hooded figure at the end of his bed, and he was clearly shaken by it.

They never really convinced many people; these lads were permanently drunk or stoned, and blew a lot credibility by claiming that a painting’s eyes would follow you round - it turned out to have been painted cross-eyed.

There’s a building down on Broome Street in the SoHo section of Manhattan that’s supposed to be haunted by the ghost of folksinger-songwriter Phil Ochs, who hanged himself in 1976.

Folks are supposed to have seen the apparition of a hanged man in the upper stories, as well as some ambulatory spooks downstairs.

Several restaurants have opened in the building, and all of 'em have gone out of business within a year or less.

Of course, this happens a helluva lot in Manhattan. And Ochs committed suicide at his sister’s house in New Jersey. No one’s explained how his spectre got across the Hudson. It may have taken the PATH train.

– Uke, checking his watch and taking bets on how soon MPSIMS own Mister Halloween, UncleBeer, will drop in to explain that there’s no such thing as ghosts

I’d just like to drop in here and say that my toilet has been flushing itself periodically, and the only reason it didn’t give me a heart attack the first time (I was sitting in the living room at the time) is because I know the water pressure in this building is absolutely screwy.

No swarms of flies or vanishing clown dolls yet, though.

Doob, how can your forget the Winchester House in San Jose. Then again, houses like that always have their share of spooks.

I’ll have to ask my brother if he saw anything at the Hotel del monte, he spent six weeks there for some classes last year.

Back in beavercreek, Oh. I was told that one of the houses that I delivered papers to was haunted by the old german man that used to live there. That was spooky since when they found him dead, the way they initially estimated the rough time of death was from the number of newspapers I had left on his porch in the nook built for it. (He would often go on vacation without stopping his papers, and had a special box for them, so I gave it no thought he hadn’t picked up five days worth.)

The old school house was supposedly haunted as well, but it burned down a year ago.

Well Narile, I was thinking within 20 miles of me :).

Oh i just remembered some other things:

  • People at my University (Cal State Monterey Bay) which is on an old army base, say that they’ve had a lot of wierd happenings in their dorm rooms. One girl says the other night she was woken up to the sounds of things in her room being moved around, and also some weird shadows drifting across the floor and ceiling.

  • One guy supposedly after taking a shower saw “Cecil” written in the fog on the mirror (hmm… :)).

  • In one of the suites in the 201 dorm, supposedly a soldier hung himself there, and the girls who lived there swear weird things have happened while they were there (Such as a feeling of being watched). (They were told this after weird stuff was happening by a guy who used to be stationed at Ft. Ord)

The base where this happened is the former Ft. Ordm which was the home of the 7th infantry light fighters, opened in 1919 (IIRC). The dorms where the students stay were the barracks for the soldiers stationed on base.