I hesistated to post these experiences for fear that coupled with my UFO sighting I would seem to be a crazy person. It's one thing to have AN experience but what is to be thought of one person having multiple experiences that are so different? Well, may fortune favor the bold, here goes...
About a year ago my family and I moved into a very old, six bedroom house. My wife and I have two small boys, 3 years old and 2 years old now. The house was built in the 1880s by the local mining company as a boarding house for visiting management. According to my wife's grandmother, when she was a kid the local constable lived there for years. This information made sense to us because out front was an iron lamp post with a decorative name plate still bearing his last name. More recently, about 30 years ago it was rented to an organization that runs assisted group homes for the mentally challenged. My aunt worked there for quite a while. They closed a few years back and it has been a rental property ever since. We were very excited to be moving into such a large house because we had been living in a two bedroom second story apartment. It was fairly easy to find room for all our stuff because we had more rooms than we knew what to do with. We made one room upstairs our bedroom, the room next to it was for the boys. The third upstairs bedroom was a guest room, and the fourth and final upstairs bedroom was a glorified closet where we put all our clothes. Downstairs there were two more bedrooms off of the large room where the stairs were we called the sitting room, one was the tv room, the other a toy room. We had been sleeping in the guest room because the king size bed we had purchased was back ordered and that's where our old bed was. The heating system was hot water base board that ran through all the rooms and it was pretty noisy sometimes but predictable. It made a light clunk followed by slow ticking in the corner of the guest room.
The day we began moving in we had an appointment to have the water turned on. We timed the first trip with the uhaul to be there when the water guy showed up. He turned on the water and I checked all the faucets including the upstairs bathroom. We stayed for about 40 minutes after that to make sure there were no leaks or other problems, then went back to the apartment to load the uhaul again. We returned to the house a few hours later and went in through the kitchen door. What we found was a waterfall coming through the kitchen ceiling from the upstairs bathroom. I ran upstairs as fast as I could to see what the problem was. The tub, the sink, and the standup shower were all running and overflowing flooding the floor in about an inch of water. I knew I hadn't left them on when I checked them, why would I? We didn't know what had happened but we cleaned it up and figured maybe there was ice in the pipes and when it melted the water poured out. I really didn't understand it but I didn't dwell on it. So we moved in without any other incidents. We had lived there for about two weeks when one night we were in bed (guest room) and the heater was making it's usual sounds. I heard footsteps out in the hallway on the hardwood floor, adult, shoes on, floor squeaking, footsteps. Nobody else should have been in the house and the boys were in bed with us. My first thought when my heart skipped a beat was someone had broken in, I needed to protect my family. I got up and slowly as quiet as I could and proceeded to search upstairs. I didn't hear anyone go down the extremely squeaky stairs so they had to hiding up here and I was gonna get them. I was very afraid as I searched each room armed with a bat. I also felt pretty silly as I moved through each doorway like I was in a cop movie and found nothing, NOTHING. I knew nobody could get down he stairs quietly but I went anyway and searched each room, NOTHING. I was positive about what I heard but I couldn't find anything so I went back to bed. It was only about five minutes later as I layed there that the footsteps started again, this time right outside the door. This time I flew out of bed grabbing my bat at the same time and flung the door open. Nothing...
That's when it occurred to me that instead of an intruder I may have been looking for a resident. I didn't sleep well that night and the footsteps continued on and off for hours.
I didn't hear anymore for about a week, we were laying in bed, this time my wife was awake too. She said "do you hear that?" I heard the footsteps clearly but didn't want her to be afraid in the house. I said "What, the heater?" she said "No, I hear someone walking." and I said "honey, that's the heater. Lets get to sleep." She narrowed her eyes at me and said" I'm not stupid, go check it out." So the bat I and made the rounds again only to find nothing.
While that continued on random nights we had a few other experiences also. The boys would occasionally react to and jabber at empty rooms and point at nothing, and one night while we were watching a movie in the tv room we heard what sounded like every pot and pan we owned fall onto the kitchen floor. I went to check it out and nothing was out of place. I couldn't find a cause for the loud crashing anywhere in the house.
We had lived there about four months before we were forced to move, the landlord had sold the house to someone who wasn't interested in renting it out. We found a three bedroom house and moved there. That's when my mom told me a story she had not wanted to tell while we lived in that old house. When my Aunt worked at the shared home she said there was a woman who lived there(I will call her Susan) that always talked about a little girl that would come to play with her. They didn't think anything of it, as there were many residents with an active imagination. One Christmas my aunt was working by herself and only one resident hadn't gone to stay with family for the holiday. She said she was sitting in the room we called the sitting room when at the bottom of the stairs appeared a little girl in a dress who said "Where's Susan?"
In this new house we went about three months with no experiences, must've been that old house I figured. Then the boys started again with the looking at nothing, talking to nobody, and pointing. One time my older boy was looking into the dark dining room, he was pointing and trying to get me to see something, and laughing. My wife wasn't here at the time so the next day I was telling her about it. She asked him "Do you have a friend?" and he said "yeah
" "what is your friend's name?" she asked. He said "Jodgie" she aked him what Jodgie looked like and he pointed at the baby and at me and said "Daddy, Baby."
What he doesn't know about is that Jodgie is what we called my polish grandfather. I admit I'm not sure about the spelling but mom always said Grandpa in Polish is Jodge, hence "Jodgie."
The next day was the last incident so far. One morning after I left for work, my wife was getting ready for work when she heard someone coming down the stairs. She assumed I'd forgotten something and had come back. She went to meet me at the bottom of the stairs to tell me something and as the footsteps neared the bottom she looked at empty stairs. She then looked out the window and my car wasn't there either. She was scared so she grabbed her things up quickly and hurried to the front door to leave. She said she could hear the footsteps chasing her on the way out.
We haven't had anything happen lately, but it took a break before. I'm not sure what it is, or why it started but I know when it started. That old house. I have never had any experience like those before and neither has my wife.
About a year ago my family and I moved into a very old, six bedroom house. My wife and I have two small boys, 3 years old and 2 years old now. The house was built in the 1880s by the local mining company as a boarding house for visiting management. According to my wife's grandmother, when she was a kid the local constable lived there for years. This information made sense to us because out front was an iron lamp post with a decorative name plate still bearing his last name. More recently, about 30 years ago it was rented to an organization that runs assisted group homes for the mentally challenged. My aunt worked there for quite a while. They closed a few years back and it has been a rental property ever since. We were very excited to be moving into such a large house because we had been living in a two bedroom second story apartment. It was fairly easy to find room for all our stuff because we had more rooms than we knew what to do with. We made one room upstairs our bedroom, the room next to it was for the boys. The third upstairs bedroom was a guest room, and the fourth and final upstairs bedroom was a glorified closet where we put all our clothes. Downstairs there were two more bedrooms off of the large room where the stairs were we called the sitting room, one was the tv room, the other a toy room. We had been sleeping in the guest room because the king size bed we had purchased was back ordered and that's where our old bed was. The heating system was hot water base board that ran through all the rooms and it was pretty noisy sometimes but predictable. It made a light clunk followed by slow ticking in the corner of the guest room.
The day we began moving in we had an appointment to have the water turned on. We timed the first trip with the uhaul to be there when the water guy showed up. He turned on the water and I checked all the faucets including the upstairs bathroom. We stayed for about 40 minutes after that to make sure there were no leaks or other problems, then went back to the apartment to load the uhaul again. We returned to the house a few hours later and went in through the kitchen door. What we found was a waterfall coming through the kitchen ceiling from the upstairs bathroom. I ran upstairs as fast as I could to see what the problem was. The tub, the sink, and the standup shower were all running and overflowing flooding the floor in about an inch of water. I knew I hadn't left them on when I checked them, why would I? We didn't know what had happened but we cleaned it up and figured maybe there was ice in the pipes and when it melted the water poured out. I really didn't understand it but I didn't dwell on it. So we moved in without any other incidents. We had lived there for about two weeks when one night we were in bed (guest room) and the heater was making it's usual sounds. I heard footsteps out in the hallway on the hardwood floor, adult, shoes on, floor squeaking, footsteps. Nobody else should have been in the house and the boys were in bed with us. My first thought when my heart skipped a beat was someone had broken in, I needed to protect my family. I got up and slowly as quiet as I could and proceeded to search upstairs. I didn't hear anyone go down the extremely squeaky stairs so they had to hiding up here and I was gonna get them. I was very afraid as I searched each room armed with a bat. I also felt pretty silly as I moved through each doorway like I was in a cop movie and found nothing, NOTHING. I knew nobody could get down he stairs quietly but I went anyway and searched each room, NOTHING. I was positive about what I heard but I couldn't find anything so I went back to bed. It was only about five minutes later as I layed there that the footsteps started again, this time right outside the door. This time I flew out of bed grabbing my bat at the same time and flung the door open. Nothing...
That's when it occurred to me that instead of an intruder I may have been looking for a resident. I didn't sleep well that night and the footsteps continued on and off for hours.
I didn't hear anymore for about a week, we were laying in bed, this time my wife was awake too. She said "do you hear that?" I heard the footsteps clearly but didn't want her to be afraid in the house. I said "What, the heater?" she said "No, I hear someone walking." and I said "honey, that's the heater. Lets get to sleep." She narrowed her eyes at me and said" I'm not stupid, go check it out." So the bat I and made the rounds again only to find nothing.
While that continued on random nights we had a few other experiences also. The boys would occasionally react to and jabber at empty rooms and point at nothing, and one night while we were watching a movie in the tv room we heard what sounded like every pot and pan we owned fall onto the kitchen floor. I went to check it out and nothing was out of place. I couldn't find a cause for the loud crashing anywhere in the house.
We had lived there about four months before we were forced to move, the landlord had sold the house to someone who wasn't interested in renting it out. We found a three bedroom house and moved there. That's when my mom told me a story she had not wanted to tell while we lived in that old house. When my Aunt worked at the shared home she said there was a woman who lived there(I will call her Susan) that always talked about a little girl that would come to play with her. They didn't think anything of it, as there were many residents with an active imagination. One Christmas my aunt was working by herself and only one resident hadn't gone to stay with family for the holiday. She said she was sitting in the room we called the sitting room when at the bottom of the stairs appeared a little girl in a dress who said "Where's Susan?"
In this new house we went about three months with no experiences, must've been that old house I figured. Then the boys started again with the looking at nothing, talking to nobody, and pointing. One time my older boy was looking into the dark dining room, he was pointing and trying to get me to see something, and laughing. My wife wasn't here at the time so the next day I was telling her about it. She asked him "Do you have a friend?" and he said "yeah
" "what is your friend's name?" she asked. He said "Jodgie" she aked him what Jodgie looked like and he pointed at the baby and at me and said "Daddy, Baby."What he doesn't know about is that Jodgie is what we called my polish grandfather. I admit I'm not sure about the spelling but mom always said Grandpa in Polish is Jodge, hence "Jodgie."
The next day was the last incident so far. One morning after I left for work, my wife was getting ready for work when she heard someone coming down the stairs. She assumed I'd forgotten something and had come back. She went to meet me at the bottom of the stairs to tell me something and as the footsteps neared the bottom she looked at empty stairs. She then looked out the window and my car wasn't there either. She was scared so she grabbed her things up quickly and hurried to the front door to leave. She said she could hear the footsteps chasing her on the way out.
We haven't had anything happen lately, but it took a break before. I'm not sure what it is, or why it started but I know when it started. That old house. I have never had any experience like those before and neither has my wife.
Gave me the goosebumps!