Spooky stuff

[Livingston]

cloves,

True stories....

1st a little history: My parents bought a house (built in 1918) in 1970 that had been empty for 18 years. The owner was the son of a very controlling mother. When she passed away he finally married a woman that had also inherited a good bit of money. She would not live in that house. When he passed, my parents became the owners and lived in it for a little over 20 years.

Story 1.
I was 19 at the time we first got the house. I was over there alone painting closets for Dad. I heard someone walking around. I called out to both Mom and Dad seperately several times. No answer. It was quiet so I went back to painting. Heard the footsteps again, called out again and again, no answers. I set the brush down and walked all over that 6000 square foot house. No one was there. You've never seen a paint brush cleaned and put up so quickly.

Story 2.
My sister was playing records in the living room. She left them stacked on the coffee table while she went to talk to Mom in the kitchen. When she came back, the records were stacked on the floor.

Story 3.
Mom was working in the kitchen. Our dog came in, stopped, stared into the corner and then quickly left the room. Mom got a piece of hamberger and enticed him back to the room. He would NOT go near that corner no matter how much he wanted that meat. She picked him up and took him over there and he fought to get out of her arms. When she put him down his paws were spinning just like a cartoon dogs would when trying to go fast.

Story 4.
We had guest staying at the house in my sisters bedroom. She was sleeping in what had been the master bedroom. She went into our parents room and asked Mom to "tell them to stop!" Mom asked who? and she answered "You know"

Story 5.
My ex and I were house sitting for my parents while they were out of town. We had a small party which included my Dad's secretary. At one point in the evening he asked "Who is the old man upstairs looking over the railing?" Took a while to convince him there wasn't anyone around.

Want more? We have them. It seems that as Mom and Dad redecorated a room the ghost no longer was seen/felt/heard there.

Sleep tight

[SnakeEyes]

I allways figured my grandparent's house was haunted. Part of the house was bult in 1910 and was a stopping house for pioneers in the region. Once when I was young I saw a man in the basement, blinked and he was gone. I chalked that one up to my imagination.

After my grandparents passed away, my brother moved in to the house. He took some pictures in the kitchen for some reason or the other, and when they were developed there distortions in the photos, like swirls of smoke and orbs and such. Also, while he was living there the sugarbowl flew off the kitchen table and hit the wall, when no one was even in the room.

My dad took over the house a few years ago when my brother moved away, so I would spend a few nights a week there. The computer had a habit of turning on and off by itself, lights would flicker, etc. The worst was when I heard 'scratchy and scrabbly' noises coming from the floor of my room... and the only thing under that part of the house was dirt (could have been an animal, but I have an imagination).

Recently, I learned that a man was shot and killed near the house in the 1930s after the land had been converted into a farm. His family buried him somewhere on the property. Kind of makes all the weird happenings just a little more creepy...

I have more, just don't want to put it all in one post!

[ckelly327]

Not my own - but:

I live in an old suburb of Albany, NY and some of the houses are very old. In elementary school a girl I knew would come in and tell strange stories of what would happen in her house. The story was that Mary Todd Lincoln came to NY after the death of her husband. She supposedly left the dress that she was wearing on the night of his assasination, still with the blood stains. She never left the house in ghostly form after her eventual death. My friend insisted that strange things would go on and while I was in the house sometimes, I never saw anything. The haunting is still listed on some internet websites as real. You never know just how true these stories are but she was convinced.

[RK-REX]

Sorry for the length, need to lay the ground work for the story to make sense.

Lynn and I purchased our hose from the son of the original owner. Mr. B's Father and Grandfather built our house and the one next to it. Mr. B was born there LITTERALY. The house has raised a total of 13 children, 14 now with Nicholas.

Anyway, we kept in touch with the B's and they'd come over from time to time and see what we'd done to the house. It was built in 1919 and we were just updating, no major changes as we like the Craftsman style of the house. They were pleased and were happy that we'd bought it from them and were taking care of it when they couldn't. Family home and all.

Mr. B wasn't getting along well, alzheimers had taken it's toll and he passed about 22 months ago. I spoke to Mrs. B at the funeral and she'd said that Howard was so happy when he found out we were expecting because the house would have children in it again and those were his favorite memories from their children growing up.

Lynn's pregnancy was pretty normal for a 34 year old woman. No major issues, healthy baby, healthy mom. Well, one Saturday, April 8th to be exact we both were startled awake by someone walking across the floor upstairs. I mean we both woke up at the same second, it was that loud. I grabbed my shotgun and headed upstairs.....Nothing, I checked every square inch of the entire house. No one was there and the dog and cat were asleep in our room when it happened. An hour late we were back in bed and one of us made a joke that maybe Mr. B had come to see how the nursery was progressing. Less than a minute later, there was the same footfalls and a crash upstairs. I told Lynn to call 911 and I headed back up with my gun. No one was there, but a lamp in the room that was going to be the nursery, not even started yet BTW, was across the room from it's place on my desk and smashed. The sheriff's deputy and I both checked the house. Back in bed again and wishing I'd had a good stiff whiskey in me to calm the nerves. I told Lynn that maybe we shouldn't make that room the nursery and to make the other room, which was decorated for a toddler already, the nursery. The incident sealed it for me, the other, previous children's room would be renovated and I'd start on it Monday.

The next day, Sunday, we had three neighbor families over for a BBQ. Lynn and Teena were in he kitchen and her water broke...7 weeks too early. Rush her to the hospital, ship her to another hospital for high risk pregnancies. A week later on Friday, Nicholas John was born exactly 6 weeks early. During that whole week, I'd stay at the hospital from about 6pm until 6am, then go home to work on the nursery with a haste that would make Norm Abrams proud. When Nicholas came home, the very first night we were of course nervous. Him being our first child. Sometime in the night the footsteps came again. They went from the room with the lamp into the nursery and right to the crib, I flipped out grabbed a big maglight for a weapon and headed up.

NOTHING!!!! We never heard them since and that was almost two years ago. However, Guinness the dog will look into an empty room and wag his tail and Nicholas does talk to an empty space sometimes in baby gibberish. Here's a pic that we took by chance and then noticed that he was looking up at something. It's a blank wall in that direction behind the TV, which was off. He was babbling and laughing too. We think it's Mr. B keeping an eye on him and us.