medicvet
Feb 25th, 2008, 11:07 PM
I had thought for sure that I had made a thread about the first house my kids and I stayed in and rented when we first moved here, but can't find it. Let's just say that it started off with small things, when we moved in in September of 99, but that by the time the year was up on the lease, we were moving and no way in hell were going to spend another night there..especially not with halloween a mere matter of weeks away.
There would be little things that were minor annoyances, and I used to think the kids were playing tricks on me, so when I brought it up, my daughter's eyes got really big because she thought I was the ones playing the tricks!
Things like all the cupboard doors being open in the kitchen when we got back, and some things that had been placed somewhere found somewheres else. I used to joke around that we had gremlins, and predicted that we soon would find only one sick and not the other in our dryer because that is what they lived on, and we would laugh and make a joke about it..and it went that way for a while.
But we first started feeling like things weren't quite right during the 'Christmas Ice Storm', that left our house with no power for almost four weeks afterwards..we had a gas water heater, gas stove, and gas heat, so we were okay with that..but what we didn't have for the longest was any kind of light..you couldn't find candles, coleman lanterns, batteries, or kerosene lamps for any amount of money. We took to taking my daughter's candle collection and burning them, and when they were at the bottom, I would melt them all together, then take a piece of cloth, and use them as recycled candles, and it saw us through. But my kids and I after the third or fourth night, my daughter would sleep on the loveseat, my son on the lazyboy, and me on the full cough. My daughter got shocked when she was trying to see if the light would work and if the power was back on, but she screamed when she could catch her breath, not from the little zap of electricity, but from this laughter she could hear coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. I went from the living room to the kitchen, only to see her tearing down the hall and just about slammed into me. She told me she got shocked, but only a few days later when it was daylight, would she tell me about hearing the laughter.
Okay, I wish I had a way to draw a diagram of the house, but suffice it to say that my daughter's bedroom closet went right up against the laundry room that connected through the kitchen. I would only do laundry in the daytime, because in the evenings, I would feel like someone was watching me and felt very uncomfortable. My son was the last one to think something was going on, and that is because at first he thought we BOTH were playing tricks on him..that thought of his went out the window when my daughter and I were shopping and he had a few friends over, and they pullled down the ladder to the attic which was in the laundry room, so they could hang out in their 'secret spot'. Both of his friends and my son himself started to freak when the attic ladder was pushed by shut, and if they had not had two flashlights, would have been up there in total darkness. As it was, they said they could hear someone breathing loudly up there with them, but would whip their flashlights around only to find nothing.
I got home and was putting the groceries on the table, when I heard my son yell in a shaky voice I have never heard him say before or afterwards, who was there, and 'is that you mom?'. I said yes it's me, and pulled down the ladder and three kids scrambled down so fast they literally pushed me out of the way in the laundryroom in order to get into the kitchen. Their eyes were wide and looked really spooked, and one of the kids had wet himself, but I felt even more creeped out when not one of the boys made a comment about it, and you know how vicious little boys can be when they pick on each other.
After that, we all hung out in the living room, and I would only go to the kitchen to cook. And the bathroom..well that door had started acting funny..it would open AGAINST a natural lean that should have had it closing automatically, not OPENING automatically. It got so that I would be in the kitchen with my son with the bathroom door open taking a shower, and my daughter started like that, however after the one time when I was in the kitchen making dinner and she was taking a shower and the bathroom door slammed shut, and she started to scream. I opened the door, and sat on the toilet until she was done, and she would refuse to shower at all unless I was right there. My son and I were okay with just him or I being in the kitchen when we took our showers, but my daughter wanted someone right there all the time, and I guess I don't blame her.
After a while, friends of theirs stopped spending the nights with my kids, and they gave all kinds of reasons, but basically it boiled down to they were too scared. I know it wasn't that they didn't like my kids, because they got plenty of invites to stay with their friends at their house..I would even let my kids sleep over on school nights if the parents said okay..I kept thinking it would prolly be better for them.
The final straw for me came when I was in the laundry room switching clothes from the washer to the dryer, when the attic ladder came falling down, and I barely missed it hitting me square in the head, hard...and heard laughter, sounded like an old guy.
Well I was tired of this, so did a little homework, and found out that the previous owner of the house was a bitter old man who had DIED OF A HEART ATTACK AND STROKE in the laundry room!!!
Well that was enough. I paid for September to end the year lease, but moved everything out by the end of August. Unfortunately, I had acute bronchitis bordering on pneumonia, so didn't have the energy to clean it out, but I could care less about getting my deposit back, I just wanted to get my kids and I the freak out of there! The last few weeks were the worst, and we just spent as much time away from it as possible.
After that, we found out that the place had been rented for two months then left, then there were some older teens that my daughter hung out with that had decided to go in together and get a place to rent. My daughter and I went inside to see what they had done with the house, and it looked about like you would expect kids moving out for the first time, old coffee tables, bean bags, a tv on a kitchen chair, and corona bottle lights strung everywhere. As we looked in what used to be my daughters back bedroom, I noticed boxes and trash bags filled with clothes, and even a bed, but it looked more like a storage room than anything else. I asked if anyone slept there, and Christie said no, that no one wanted to sleep there, even if one of the girls was paying for a private room..they said that things were weird in the house, and when I asked how weird, got freaked out because they mentioned the feeling of being watched, the door that swung the wrong way, the creepy laughter, and coming back to every kitchen cupboard being open.
When they saw the look on our faces, they asked us to tell them what had happened to us, and so we did. They moved out a few weeks later, but that could have also been because the kids couldn't work well enough together to pool their money together to keep the rent paid, I will readily admit.
Now, as the months became the years that I lived in this little down, I noticed that half the time I would drive past the house, it would have a 'for rent' sign in front of it, so I guess either word got out about the place being haunted, or that the few who choose to move in there found out for themselves.
It was just a few months ago, that I saw them tearing the house down, and carefully so they could recycle stuff that made up the house. Then all that remained were the foundations bricks, and even those were removed. AFter that a large shed was put on the land, and found out via the typical small town grapevine, that the place had been sold to the house next door, and they planned on using the land to expand their garden.
I think that they got rid of the ghost when they carted away the foundation bricks, if not sooner along the demolition process. This is just my opinion, but I think that once the house was gone his spirit realized it was dead, and just up and left. I have driven past where the house used to be at night, and where before I would get goosebumps just driving by it, now I get no feeling at all, and I am glad. The soil will be tilled, but as long as no one is 'living' there, I feel there should be no further problems..hope so, anyways.
Anyway, it's all true and really happened, you can believe it or not.
There would be little things that were minor annoyances, and I used to think the kids were playing tricks on me, so when I brought it up, my daughter's eyes got really big because she thought I was the ones playing the tricks!
Things like all the cupboard doors being open in the kitchen when we got back, and some things that had been placed somewhere found somewheres else. I used to joke around that we had gremlins, and predicted that we soon would find only one sick and not the other in our dryer because that is what they lived on, and we would laugh and make a joke about it..and it went that way for a while.
But we first started feeling like things weren't quite right during the 'Christmas Ice Storm', that left our house with no power for almost four weeks afterwards..we had a gas water heater, gas stove, and gas heat, so we were okay with that..but what we didn't have for the longest was any kind of light..you couldn't find candles, coleman lanterns, batteries, or kerosene lamps for any amount of money. We took to taking my daughter's candle collection and burning them, and when they were at the bottom, I would melt them all together, then take a piece of cloth, and use them as recycled candles, and it saw us through. But my kids and I after the third or fourth night, my daughter would sleep on the loveseat, my son on the lazyboy, and me on the full cough. My daughter got shocked when she was trying to see if the light would work and if the power was back on, but she screamed when she could catch her breath, not from the little zap of electricity, but from this laughter she could hear coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. I went from the living room to the kitchen, only to see her tearing down the hall and just about slammed into me. She told me she got shocked, but only a few days later when it was daylight, would she tell me about hearing the laughter.
Okay, I wish I had a way to draw a diagram of the house, but suffice it to say that my daughter's bedroom closet went right up against the laundry room that connected through the kitchen. I would only do laundry in the daytime, because in the evenings, I would feel like someone was watching me and felt very uncomfortable. My son was the last one to think something was going on, and that is because at first he thought we BOTH were playing tricks on him..that thought of his went out the window when my daughter and I were shopping and he had a few friends over, and they pullled down the ladder to the attic which was in the laundry room, so they could hang out in their 'secret spot'. Both of his friends and my son himself started to freak when the attic ladder was pushed by shut, and if they had not had two flashlights, would have been up there in total darkness. As it was, they said they could hear someone breathing loudly up there with them, but would whip their flashlights around only to find nothing.
I got home and was putting the groceries on the table, when I heard my son yell in a shaky voice I have never heard him say before or afterwards, who was there, and 'is that you mom?'. I said yes it's me, and pulled down the ladder and three kids scrambled down so fast they literally pushed me out of the way in the laundryroom in order to get into the kitchen. Their eyes were wide and looked really spooked, and one of the kids had wet himself, but I felt even more creeped out when not one of the boys made a comment about it, and you know how vicious little boys can be when they pick on each other.
After that, we all hung out in the living room, and I would only go to the kitchen to cook. And the bathroom..well that door had started acting funny..it would open AGAINST a natural lean that should have had it closing automatically, not OPENING automatically. It got so that I would be in the kitchen with my son with the bathroom door open taking a shower, and my daughter started like that, however after the one time when I was in the kitchen making dinner and she was taking a shower and the bathroom door slammed shut, and she started to scream. I opened the door, and sat on the toilet until she was done, and she would refuse to shower at all unless I was right there. My son and I were okay with just him or I being in the kitchen when we took our showers, but my daughter wanted someone right there all the time, and I guess I don't blame her.
After a while, friends of theirs stopped spending the nights with my kids, and they gave all kinds of reasons, but basically it boiled down to they were too scared. I know it wasn't that they didn't like my kids, because they got plenty of invites to stay with their friends at their house..I would even let my kids sleep over on school nights if the parents said okay..I kept thinking it would prolly be better for them.
The final straw for me came when I was in the laundry room switching clothes from the washer to the dryer, when the attic ladder came falling down, and I barely missed it hitting me square in the head, hard...and heard laughter, sounded like an old guy.
Well I was tired of this, so did a little homework, and found out that the previous owner of the house was a bitter old man who had DIED OF A HEART ATTACK AND STROKE in the laundry room!!!
Well that was enough. I paid for September to end the year lease, but moved everything out by the end of August. Unfortunately, I had acute bronchitis bordering on pneumonia, so didn't have the energy to clean it out, but I could care less about getting my deposit back, I just wanted to get my kids and I the freak out of there! The last few weeks were the worst, and we just spent as much time away from it as possible.
After that, we found out that the place had been rented for two months then left, then there were some older teens that my daughter hung out with that had decided to go in together and get a place to rent. My daughter and I went inside to see what they had done with the house, and it looked about like you would expect kids moving out for the first time, old coffee tables, bean bags, a tv on a kitchen chair, and corona bottle lights strung everywhere. As we looked in what used to be my daughters back bedroom, I noticed boxes and trash bags filled with clothes, and even a bed, but it looked more like a storage room than anything else. I asked if anyone slept there, and Christie said no, that no one wanted to sleep there, even if one of the girls was paying for a private room..they said that things were weird in the house, and when I asked how weird, got freaked out because they mentioned the feeling of being watched, the door that swung the wrong way, the creepy laughter, and coming back to every kitchen cupboard being open.
When they saw the look on our faces, they asked us to tell them what had happened to us, and so we did. They moved out a few weeks later, but that could have also been because the kids couldn't work well enough together to pool their money together to keep the rent paid, I will readily admit.
Now, as the months became the years that I lived in this little down, I noticed that half the time I would drive past the house, it would have a 'for rent' sign in front of it, so I guess either word got out about the place being haunted, or that the few who choose to move in there found out for themselves.
It was just a few months ago, that I saw them tearing the house down, and carefully so they could recycle stuff that made up the house. Then all that remained were the foundations bricks, and even those were removed. AFter that a large shed was put on the land, and found out via the typical small town grapevine, that the place had been sold to the house next door, and they planned on using the land to expand their garden.
I think that they got rid of the ghost when they carted away the foundation bricks, if not sooner along the demolition process. This is just my opinion, but I think that once the house was gone his spirit realized it was dead, and just up and left. I have driven past where the house used to be at night, and where before I would get goosebumps just driving by it, now I get no feeling at all, and I am glad. The soil will be tilled, but as long as no one is 'living' there, I feel there should be no further problems..hope so, anyways.
Anyway, it's all true and really happened, you can believe it or not.