A friend of mine shared this personal story about living in a haunted house with me today. I don’t know how they could have stood it for all those years.
I’ve lived in three haunted houses over the years. The first was by far the most frightening, while the ghosts in the other two houses were more benign.
The first house was rented for us by my boyfriend at the time, without me having seen it. The minute we pulled up to the gate of this five acre place with a really cute rock house, I had the creeps. How often do you pull up to five wooded acres and not hear a sound. Not one single bird. In the two or three months I lived there I never saw a bird, a rabbit, a squirrel. Five acres full of trees and underbrush and NOT ONE LIVING ANIMAL. If that wasn’t bad enough – at the time I had a number of pets; guinea pigs, lizards, cats and dogs. During the time I lived there from the first day the guinea pigs all stopped eating and all eventually died. The lizards did the same. The cats refused to enter the house at all, except for my personal familiar, Spaz – who would only go inside when I was home and then was more or less physically attached to me at all times. Two of my cats died from unknown causes. Another ran away rather than stay there. My boyfriend had a dog and probably twenty aquariums with fish. After I left him AND the creep house the dog first developed horrible sores all around her neck, became emaciated, and eventually died. The heat failed one day and all of his fish aquariums FROZE and all the fish died. There was a never ending ominous, threatening feeling about the place. It was so creepy that I simply told the story about it to a witch friend of mine and she shuddered and looked around and told me to stop speaking of it, because it was following me and coming when called. Yeah, it was that creepy. I still don’t like to talk about it.
The later house was one I shared with my husband. We had only lived there a few days when I saw someone out of the corner of my eye in the house – actually, I saw them in the mirror. But when I turned around, there was no one there. Hubby and I both had this sort of experience in that house. I am perpetually putting things down and losing them – most notably my keys. One day I had just a crazy idea and said out loud “Ghost, please help me find my keys” – and then heard them. You know, that key chain rattling sound – and was able to find them. This happened more than once. All was well until we started packing to move out. The ghost was obviously not very happy about us leaving and took to throwing things around and knocking them over when we were out of the room.
The last haunted house we lived in was sort of a mixed bag. I attribute this to the ghost being a fairly angry ghost, but because we always treated him with the utmost respect and compassion he couldn’t really be angry AT US. I felt him around now and then, but the most he ever really did was scare the cats. I don’t know if he just didn’t like cats or thought it was funny but now and then all of our cats would come tearing out of a room or resting place like all the furies of hell were after them and then be scared and unsettled for hours. Although our ghost was not doing anything scary, we eventually left after some other odd things happened, including finding out that the vacant area behind us had been a slave cematery, and before that possibly an native american burial ground. An elderly woman had been murdered in the area, and the killer had buried her in that area, sure that if she were ever found she would be thought to be one of the earlier burials. Later the killer was caught and confessed – and the next thing you know we have policemen and dogs all over the place looking for her body. Not one of my better days!
So – how ’bout you? Lived in any haunted houses?
WB










