No way.
I once lived in a duplex that I just hated for no particular reason. I always felt like I couldn’t breathe there, especially in the kitchen.
I later found out that the previous tennants were very violent and the wife was always getting beat up. She was actually stabbed in the kitchen.
Too creepy.
What a great question- I’ve always wondered how people felt about this. Personally, I would have a weird, illogical feeling that some sort of “bad mana” would be attached to the house.
At the risk of hijacking the thread - for those of you who would buy the house, is there a line you wouldn’t cross? Would you sit in or sleep in a recliner or bed that someone died (or was killed)in?
Or use (normally) a tool or implement that caused a death ("…oh, by the way, that knife you’re using to cut your steak with? Well…")?
If I could get a good deal on it, absolutely.
I wonder if there’s a logical explanation for the people in this thread who say they get bad feels from houses they later learn had violent pasts? Maybe pheremones from the previous owners? Or maybe just slight hints of damage to counters, walls, whatever, which we don’t really notice but subliminally give the impression that bad things went down here. I don’t know, just a thought.
Sure. I currently live in an insanity house. A guy who lived here in the 60’s went insane and moved into the basement and lived like a troglodyte until the guys in the white suits came and took him away…
This lady friend of mine says she could never live in a murder house because she “is really sensitive to the vibrations in a house”
ghost vibrations??? i have no idea:confused:
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I had a hard enough time just convincing my wife to go for a house in which a divorce had occured.
I think it’s the energy a person feels. For instance, if you go and visit a place you used to go when you were young, and every experience you had there was positive, other people might pick up on that energy, and feel happy. Same goes for the negative experiences. If someone was murdered in a house, the memories there are horrible, and a heavy, depressing feeling might come over people.
I personally would feel weird living in a “murder house”. Just knowing that would be enough for my overactive imagination to run wild.
This is probably an indication that I’m a sicko, but I think it would be a selling point for me. I like the idea of owning a house with interesting history. I like old houses for this very reason. That a murder happened there would add to the allure. I’m attracted to the idea that exciting things have happened in the place where I live/work/whatever, good or bad. (If I could buy a house where George Washington slept, for example, that would be cool also–it’s not just “murder houses” I’m attracted to.)
Although I think a house with a creepy story attached to it–a murder story, a death story, a ghost story, whatever–would be the coolest kind. I too have an active imagination, but I think I would enjoy occasionally being a little freaked out when I heard something go bump in the night. It would be fun to scare kids with ghost stories about Miss Jones’s scary murder house.
I’m not saying I’d want to exploit it for the notoriety, but I do think it would be cool to be known as the crazy lady who lives in the haunted house.
I don’t think I could do it. If I didn’t know what had happened in the house, I doubt I’d have any problems with it, but as soon as someone mentions that Baby Jane was raised in the basement and dismembered with a rusty spoon, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night. My head would run with it and pretty soon I’d be convinced I’m hearing things in the basement and every hallway feels creepy and OH MY GOD, IS THAT BLOOD SEEPING OUT OF THE WALLS AGAIN!?!?!
Yeah, no good. My imagination is far too impressionable.
In my case, like some others, it would depend on the situation. If it was a murder 15 years ago, the killer was caught and punished and it’s not a particulally well known crime, I probebly would barely think twice about it. If it happened recently, probebly not. I think if the killer was uncaught and the crime unsolved, I also wouldn’t. I’m just parinoid enough to have trouble sleeping in a house like that.
A freind of a freind owns a famous murder house, the Lizzy Bordon house in Rhode Island. She has a B&B I guess, and gives tours. I’ve never been there myself, but I guess owning a famous murder house can be a way to make a few bucks.
On a related note, my mother was once a real estate agent in southern California. A home came on the market in which all three previous owners had committed suicide in the house (one just days before escrow closed on selling it). She never even showed the house, and refused to enter it.
Back in the late 40’s and early 50’s, here in Topeka, there was a woman, a nurse, who took in and cared for young women who were having “spontaneous early miscarriages” or “unexplained bleeding”. As you might have guessed the young women needed abortions. Sometimes these were initiated by the doctor and the girl was sent to HBM(her initials. She may also have performed abortions, not sure.
My mother, a highschooler in that period, told me there were whispers amongst the girls at school about HBM
I got a look at the house about twenty years ago, when it was on the market. The agent said “Well, this was the HBM house you know.” I’d never heard the tale, but even when I did I would have jumped at the place if I could have afforded it. Big rooms, hardwood floors, brick, big fireplace, and so on. A big room upstairs, which may have been a “ward” had windows on all four sides, the better to look out for the cops we were told. And originally, before remodelling, a car could be driven into a lowere level garage, and the occupants could go all the way upstairs, without being seen by outsiders. There were rumors that the reason HBM spent only one night ever in jail was because she had “assisted” the daughters of people who were local movers and shakers.
Whatever had once gone on there, it was a great house that had been well kept up by subsequent owners.
I do live in a murder house. I owned it when it happened. The condensed version: A friend was going through a divorce, and I let him stay with us “for a few weeks.” One night, when my wife and I were out of town for a meeting, the friend’s estranged wife came over, got into an argument, and was rather messily stabbed to death. The insurance company brought in a cleanup crew, painters, and carpet people. There’s no physical trace of the murder, and no evidence of a ghost. I still think about it occasionally, 11 years later, but I would if I didn’t live here. It’s a great house, and I didn’t want to move.
With TheLadyLion’s love of The Rotting Corpse Channel, AKA Court TV, I think she’s be eager to get a bargain on a murder house.
I grew up in a ‘murder house.’ My parents got a good price for it, both because of the stigma of being the site of a crime and because the place itself needed a lot of repair. The actual murder had been in a decaying mobile home in the back yard, and my parents had that removed and planted a vegetable garden where it had been.
I was never bothered by the murder/suicide that had taken place there, and in fact it gave the place a certain cachet. I enjoyed telling the story of the crime in grisly detail whenever I would host a slumber party.
No sign whatsover of ghosts, negative energies, or anything else, although there were quite a few mice.
It wasn’t exactly a murder, but…
I looked at an apartment share once–it was a beautiful place, large, on a park, nice roomates, and very cheap. And then they proudly showed me their “other roommate.” The previous tenant, an old man, had died of a heart attack in August and not been discovered for several days. By that time there was a man-shaped stain on the floor that was not removable (except by replacing the floor, which the landlord didn’t want to be bothered with). The most unnerving thing was that he had been trying to get to the telephone when he died, so the shape on the floor was reaching toward the phone.
I was surprised to discover that I just couldn’t live there. I think it’s silly of me, since there’s no good reason, but that shadow stretching toward the phone was just too much.
** Slight Hijack **
I know a fellow who was down on his luck. He had spent a decade after leaving the army doing handy work and light carpentry. He got the idea to open a cleaning business that only did crime scenes and dead body cleanups. He started in the mid 80s in Washington DC. He charges outrageous prices for the cleanings, but has become very wealthy.
That job epitomizes the occupation one would never know existed. Apparently though when you call a regular cleaning service they won’t touch the crime scene clean ups.
*fruitbat
Actually, there are quite a few such crime scene clean-up companies now a days. The “secret” (aka: huge profit) is sort of out in the open now.
I would, and I wouldn’t just tolerate it because of a low price like some of you. I’d go out of my way to do so, too…It’s a murder house, man. You know, murder. I can’t explain it, but I know that I would want to. Perhaps I’m eerie, morbid, strange. Let’s just say…some people need that white picket fence with a golden retriever and an SUV. I’d like the thought of torsos and blood stained knives possibly being hidden behind the fireplace.
