My house may be haunted

[Anonymous]

In our current house the door to the mudroom opens by itself. It could be that it's crooked, or at least that's what we tell ourselves. The footsteps we occasionally hear going up and down the stairs are less easy to explain.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Don't mean to resurrect such an old thread, but the one up now are super boring (looking at you "just ate Wendy's!"). Any updates OP? Anyone else have a ghost story to share?

I'm not a fan of old thread resurrection but I agree this was called for. Thanks for the reading material. (And I don't believe in ghosts.)

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:If calling a priest would be meaningful to you, that sounds like a reasonable place to start.

Call a priest. Have your house blessed. It is a simple ritual. Say the prayer to St. Michael the Archangel daily.

I lived in a haunted house for 4 years growing up. I won't go into details here, but it was pretty bad. It ranged between annoying and scary. My brother and I coped by trying to make friends with the ghost. If we talked to it, it usually was nicer to us. When we ignored it, it would retaliate. So it also became a bratty sibling. But we learned later the attention made it stronger. Really bad stuff started happening with our parents. It hated my dad in particular and would destroy his stuff. Our course my brother and I got blamed even when my mom swore we were no where near the thing that got damaged. Our father became violent toward our mother. We moved out. All the weird ghost stuff stopped.

I'd love to attribute it all to bad family atmosphere, but a friend lived in a haunted apartment for two years in undergrad. I knew within minutes of entering that she had a problem. She admitted feeling a presence and experiencing odd annoyances (food rotting smells, missing items of no value when she lived alone). I never visited her again, although it was a sore spot between us.

[Anonymous]

I posted on this thread ages ago. Someone who grew up in a haunted house. Last year my mom told me that the new owners sold it, and shared with the neighborhood that there was a ghost after they closed.

Nothing bad happened to our family, but it was definitely weird. We had four fireplaces, and they would be lit all at the same time. (My dad didn't light them.) My brother and I knew when he was there. It didn't seem to scare us as kids, but freaks me out know. Our house was built in 1915, and the Ike Walke, the owner, died right after he finished it. One of his staff came to ask for a job in 1986, and told my mom stories about him coming back when she was the housekeeper.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Great timing with Halloween around the corner and the release of "Paranormal Activity." When we moved into our almost 100 year old house, my DS was terrified of something in his room and kept waking up in the middle of the night. He asked me "Whose the old lady in my room at night?" He slept on the couch for almost a year. My sister was visiting and slept next to the room where DS sleeps and said she kept waking up at night because she felt someone sitting on her bed. She hasn't been back to visit since. I've heard knocking on my bedroom door when there is no one there as well as foot steps and banging. There's a room in my basement where my dog refuses to enter. I could go on and on.

This isn't my story, but I have heard 17 different members of the same extended family tell it. My friend left her abusive husband. She moved her 7 kids halfway across the country for a fresh start. For a long time, they framed into 1-2 bedroom apartments because all she could get were shitty jobs. Then, someone told her about an old farmhouse for rent. The farm fields had been bought by a neighboring farmer, but he rented out the house and barn. Hew as asking less for the house than their two bedroom and it was zoned to a nicer school. So she rents it.

They move in and instantly there are problems. But when you have 3 boys between 5 and 14, it's easy to write off noise as the kid you don't see at the moment. Then, it started happening while the 8 of them were all seated at dinner. The mom's Catholic, but she forgets or ignores everything we learn about how to handle this. She tries befriending it. That just strengthen it. She tries fighting it herself. Now it's mad.

By the time her family drives out there for Thanksgiving, they are sleeping bunched up in two of the six bedrooms. Her brother takes a third bedroom for his wife and kid. One sister and mother take a fourth room. Her baby sister refuses to share a room and heads for the one room they never use. My friend and her kids all plead with the sister/aunt. She doubles down.

A little after midnight, they are all awakened by sobbing and pleading from the baby aunt's room. The adults run in and find two dressers on top of her on the bed. It takes my friend, her brother, other sister, and mom to pull them off. They said the furniture felt heavy until they got it off her, then it was lightweight. They also felt dizzy, full of dread, and like time was passing very slowly.

They drag the sister off the bed and into the hall. The door slammed shut behind them and they hear furniture crashing up against it.

The entire family hightailed it out for the night and slept in their cars. Baby aunt still can't talk yet about what happened. The next day is thanksgiving so nothing's open and the motels are packed. So they head back into the house. It looks like a bomb went off. They grab whatever food isn't ruined and have tuna and ham sandwiches for breakfast and thanksgiving dinner.

The brother's wife decides she can talk to this spirit and goes inside. At first, all seems good. No screaming. No flying furniture. But then 30, 45 minutes go by and they realize they've heard nothing at all. The adults go back in the house and start getting dizzy and moving slowly. They decide to split up and each search two rooms, then leave. My friend finds her SIL with her face plastered against the wall in the bad room. She grabs at her and gets pushed back out of the room. She gets her brother, sisters, and mom. The had to make a human chain to get the SIL out. She said something had her hair and was trying to pull her through the wall. The hair on that side of her head fell out. It grew back silver.

They said "F-ck this house.", slept in the cars again, and the next day hired a Uhaul and moved everything out, then came back to Maryland. Baby aunt became super religious.

[Anonymous]

What crazy stories!!!! Thank you so much for sharing what might be painful. I love reading them on a gloomy day like today!

[Anonymous]

I’ve always been wary of the supernatural, anxious to find a reason behind the phenomenon, if only to keep myself from getting too scared. I have no logical explanation for what happens in my house. When we moved in, my oldest was 2. His bedroom closet has a small door in the back leading to the attic. My husband and I called it a “Malkovich Door,” put a lock on it, and didn’t think about it any more. Until my son started crying at night. He cried because of the mean man in his closet. Every night. Same spot. I stayed calm, told him to yell at the man to go away, and burned a smudge stick just to be safe. (Trying not to believe in ghosts and actually not believing in them are two different things.) Eventually my son started sleeping again, so I chalked it up to a lot of changes in a short time.

Five years later, my youngest, 3, started having the same “nightmares” about “a spooky guy is in my closet!”

“Yeah, he’s always been there,” my oldest said. “I just stopped talking about him.”

[Anonymous]

I think my house may be haunted, too. This morning I woke up to the sound of someone humming pleasantly in the kitchen before hearing a loud bang. I got up to see what was going on, and cautiously crept toward the kitchen. As I rounded the corner I could see there was coffee on the stove and crumbs on the counter. The dog was gone and so was his leash. I went to check for the paper but it wasn't out front; further investigation proved it to be on the back porch, in a rumpled, "already read" state. WTH??? Suddenly an old song went through my mind, and I found myself singing, "Who you gonna call?" Am I losing my mind, or is this real?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I think my house may be haunted, too. This morning I woke up to the sound of someone humming pleasantly in the kitchen before hearing a loud bang. I got up to see what was going on, and cautiously crept toward the kitchen. As I rounded the corner I could see there was coffee on the stove and crumbs on the counter. The dog was gone and so was his leash. I went to check for the paper but it wasn't out front; further investigation proved it to be on the back porch, in a rumpled, "already read" state. WTH??? Suddenly an old song went through my mind, and I found myself singing, "Who you gonna call?" Am I losing my mind, or is this real?

Not clever, not funny. Next.

[Anonymous]

This is why it is custom for a priest to bless a house when you move into it. I had some unpleasant experiences and went to my priest, I am orthodox christian, and he told me that they have had many, many experiences and cases that they don't publicly talk about, as many people wound't believe them and there might be wrong public reaction to it.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I think my house may be haunted, too. This morning I woke up to the sound of someone humming pleasantly in the kitchen before hearing a loud bang. I got up to see what was going on, and cautiously crept toward the kitchen. As I rounded the corner I could see there was coffee on the stove and crumbs on the counter. The dog was gone and so was his leash. I went to check for the paper but it wasn't out front; further investigation proved it to be on the back porch, in a rumpled, "already read" state. WTH??? Suddenly an old song went through my mind, and I found myself singing, "Who you gonna call?" Am I losing my mind, or is this real?

Not clever, not funny. Next.

Not nice, not imaginative. Bitch.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I’ve always been wary of the supernatural, anxious to find a reason behind the phenomenon, if only to keep myself from getting too scared. I have no logical explanation for what happens in my house. When we moved in, my oldest was 2. His bedroom closet has a small door in the back leading to the attic. My husband and I called it a “Malkovich Door,” put a lock on it, and didn’t think about it any more. Until my son started crying at night. He cried because of the mean man in his closet. Every night. Same spot. I stayed calm, told him to yell at the man to go away, and burned a smudge stick just to be safe. (Trying not to believe in ghosts and actually not believing in them are two different things.) Eventually my son started sleeping again, so I chalked it up to a lot of changes in a short time.

Five years later, my youngest, 3, started having the same “nightmares” about “a spooky guy is in my closet!”

“Yeah, he’s always been there,” my oldest said. “I just stopped talking about him.”

Freaky. There was a man who lived behind a little door like that when I was a kid. I wasn't scared of him, just knew that he was back there. Well, I wasn't scared until I got older and realized that there wasn't supposed to be a man living behind the crawl space door....

[Anonymous]

I believe, but I still have to make a joke, sorry. Why can't Sam and Dean come help me?? I mean, I watched all 11 season! That actor acting Dean is fine.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I believe, but I still have to make a joke, sorry. Why can't Sam and Dean come help me?? I mean, I watched all 11 season! That actor acting Dean is fine.

You're not allowed to add any levity to threads like these. The "Believe or go to hell" posters who patrol the supernatural threads like they're playing whack-a-mole will bash you over the head with their meaty fists.

Now levitation, that's a perfectly acceptable subject matter. Speaking of, I was at the breakfast table this morning, drinking my mystery coffee (after talking myself down from a nightmare scenario I decided a loved one had gotten up early; hey, we all have a right to kid ourselves every now and then) and reading the rumpled paper, when I saw the temperature on the outside thermometer start to go up all by itself. I know it's summer in Washington, but it was freaky as hell. I went inside and closed the door, safe and sound, then turned on the AC. Then I got goosebumps, so I put the whole thing out of my mind. Life is scary sometimes. I just got a chill -- a ghost must have walked over my grave. Or I should move further away from this godforsaken vent.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I believe, but I still have to make a joke, sorry. Why can't Sam and Dean come help me?? I mean, I watched all 11 season! That actor acting Dean is fine.

You're not allowed to add any levity to threads like these. The "Believe or go to hell" posters who patrol the supernatural threads like they're playing whack-a-mole will bash you over the head with their meaty fists.

Now levitation, that's a perfectly acceptable subject matter. Speaking of, I was at the breakfast table this morning, drinking my mystery coffee (after talking myself down from a nightmare scenario I decided a loved one had gotten up early; hey, we all have a right to kid ourselves every now and then) and reading the rumpled paper, when I saw the temperature on the outside thermometer start to go up all by itself. I know it's summer in Washington, but it was freaky as hell. I went inside and closed the door, safe and sound, then turned on the AC. Then I got goosebumps, so I put the whole thing out of my mind. Life is scary sometimes. I just got a chill -- a ghost must have walked over my grave. Or I should move further away from this godforsaken vent.

Sounds like your nerves are shot. You need a beer and a slip n slide. Chillax bro.