I do believe and I believe that the house we currently live in is haunted.
Over the last two years here are the instances:
General creepy feelings in the sun room and the formal living room. Kind of like someone is watching you are is standing behind you.
Tons of bangs in our bedroom ceiling and the wall behind our bed. The other side of the wall is the stairs going down.
Funky scratching noise one night in our bedroom. It was after everyone went to bed and I was not yet asleep. Sounded like someone scratching on our laundry hamper (I got up and tried it to see and it was the same noise). This lasted for about 45 seconds to one minute.
One night we were sleeping and I had my back to my bedside table. I woke up and was looking at my husband's back and all of a sudden, the glass of water I had on the table fell off. I was laying still and was fully awake when it happened. I didn't see it because I had my back to the table at the time, but I heard it.
Once, I got up and our mattress had moved kind of sideways and away from the headboard enough for my pillow to fall between the mattress and headboard. Never happened before and I don't think it was a rough night or anything. Hasn't happened since and that was a long time ago.
My mom was in the basement and she heard something that sounded like something moving across the floor in the den. She went up and all dogs were sleeping in there crates and we were all at work & school.
Two really creepy things:
Right after we moved in, my daughter came in my room and said a voice woke her up and it said, "I am here to make sure you are good". She was freaked!
TWICE I was laying on my side in bed and under my hips/butt I felt what seemed like a hand was laying under me and curled up it's fingers. FREAKED OUT! These were two separate times, months apart.
Some background on the house...When we were looking for the house, a realtor was taking me around (though we were renting) and we passed this house and I knew it was supposed to be mine. We couldn't actually get inside while I was in town because I was only here a few days. I did peek in through the windows and could see the goreous sun room and kitchen. I left town and she promised to get inside and take pictures for me. The house was fully furnished because the owners had died and the children had inherited it. No-one had been in it for 10 months.
So I get the pics of the inside and as soon as I saw the master bedroom, I knew. Someone died in there. So I asked and the realtor found out that, yes, the father had died from bleeding out in the master bedroom. He was on blood thinners and had injured himself or something and died. I loved the house and took it anyway. I think he got hurt in the sun room because after we moved in, there were little blood splatters on the blinds in there. They were tiny, and I only even saw them because I was wiping them down, but they were everywhere along the back wall of windows.
I also bought some of the existing furniture so I don't think that is helping that three rooms look very much like they did when the previous owners lived here. BTW, the mom died in a car accident about a year before. They were in the process of building/decorating the sunroom they built onto the back of the house and she never saw it completed. She did pick out everything in there though. The daughter said that no-one was allowed in there after it was completed.
The bad feelings actually got so bad, I got a white sage smudge stick and smudged the house. The whole time saying that the light of God surrounds us and the love of God protects us. I did it right before we went to Florida in June. It does feel better now but I am thinking about doing it again.
Some things from when I was a kid.- My grandparents lived way out in the boonies on a gravel road in an old 110+ year old farm house (they were cattle farmers). Once I was sleeping in the tiny room off the front door (originally a mud room turned into a tiny bedroom) and I woke up and something black was hovering over me. I was the only one that would willingly sleep in there. My dad, aunts, and grandparents refused. Then, a punch bowl used to sit on top of the top cabinets in the kitchen. It had cups hanging on it with little plastic hooks. There was a loud sound and when we went in there, the cups were sitting on the top of the cabinet and all the hooks were on the floor in front of it (even the back ones).
I still adore this house but it can be creepy and you feel like someone is watching you. Or you hear strange noises or the dogs bark for no reason.
I know its not real but it was scary!
That would freak me out
