I Once Lived in a Haunted House...
....as freaky, insane as that may sound, it is the truth. We were just married, and rented this huge two story home from the city DA, who I knew through my work with law enforcement and counseling juveniles.
For more than a month, my wife would tell me about the strange noises she was hearing throughout the house, and of course, I told her it was an old house, and it was probably just settling in! That sounded pretty good to me.
My DA landlord and friend, old me that if we heard noises in the basement, not to worry because he had a crew of men building a one-bedroom apartment in the basement.
Well, after a month of my wife complaining about the strange sounds, I decided to check out the basement, and seeing that nothing had been done since the last time I checked it out (when we moved in a month earlier) I called Steve, and he verified that he did not have any contractors working there since we moved in.
After this little discovery, my wife started to share that she was "feeling" creeped out by the sounds of footsteps, and the feeling that someone was watching her while she bathed and dressed and undressed in the upstairs bedroom.
Well, we were just married a little over a month, and I was still staring at her and trying to "cop" a look once in the while, so I kind of ignored it, but her concerns grew, until one evening when I was in the kitchen pouring a Pepsi, I felt like she had come into the kitchen, and as I turned from the sink to acknowledge her, I had seen my first "ghost!"
It was a man, in a cowboy hat, and as quickly as I saw him standing there, he was gone.
That creeped me out. Alright, it scared me, just a little, but it scared me, nonetheless!
From that moment, I started to listen to her concerns, not sharing what I experienced in the kitchen, because I was expected to be the man of the house, and I certainly couldn't let her know what I saw, and that I was somewhat rattled.
It took me two weeks, and the stereo being turned on all hours of the night ( the stereo was downstairs) to finally admit to her that maybe, just maybe, there was something going on in the house (and there really wasn't a short in the on-off switch on the stereo).
From there we shared that it wasn't each other who continued to turn the radio in the bedroom from the local rock station to the local country station. She thought I was doing this, and I naturally thought she was doing this. After we started to share our experiences, we found out that the "ghost" was doing a lot of things that we were thinking and blaming each other for doing!
I placed a call to Steve, and asked him if anyone else, who lived there before us, had strange experiences, and he said we were the first to rent the home since the owner was robbed and murdered there three years earlier. As the DA, he bought the house when it went up for sale in the auction by the estate.
We went down to the newspaper and began investigating the murder and the guy. He bought and sold coins from his home, and he had been robbed, and brutally murdered him in his second-floor bedroom. The killers dragged his badly beaten, bloodied body up the stairs and left him to die in the bedroom.
After seeing a photo of the man, wearing his cowboy hat, we both turned to each other and shared that we had both seen that guy at different places throughout the house. We also compared notes on the thumping sound that would go from the bottom of the stairs to the top. This was something our Doberman would follow, as well as the sound of coins being jingled while we sat in the frontroom and watched television. Neither of us would acknowledge what we heard, until that moment of discovery at the newspaper office. It took a photo of the now dead man, to make us both see what was going on.
BTW - the man loved that country music station. My wife thought I liked the station, and I thought she liked the station, so we never said anything, as we were newlyweds, and getting used to each others quirks.
His spooky presence further explained why our dogs would lay in the doorway of the bedroom we used (not the one he died in) and growl all night.
The research of the murder and the photo brought to light a lot of things that we both tried to ignore for fear of being crazy! Right after the F-5 tornado blew through and leveled a third of our city in early June 1980 we packed up and moved.
The house was defintely haunted. I had no doubt of it, and we were both relieved to be out of there. At the time, my scaredar wasn't working, and neither of us were creeped out when we looked over the empty house. In fact, I didn't have any real feeling of being afraid until I saw him in my kitchen.
Moral of the story....make sure you know more about the house before you move in. Looking back, I can better understand why the rent was so reasonable. And I learned that if your wife tells you things that concern her, listen and don't just "blow her off!" You could just be living in a haunted house!!! :type:
....as freaky, insane as that may sound, it is the truth. We were just married, and rented this huge two story home from the city DA, who I knew through my work with law enforcement and counseling juveniles.
For more than a month, my wife would tell me about the strange noises she was hearing throughout the house, and of course, I told her it was an old house, and it was probably just settling in! That sounded pretty good to me.
My DA landlord and friend, old me that if we heard noises in the basement, not to worry because he had a crew of men building a one-bedroom apartment in the basement.
Well, after a month of my wife complaining about the strange sounds, I decided to check out the basement, and seeing that nothing had been done since the last time I checked it out (when we moved in a month earlier) I called Steve, and he verified that he did not have any contractors working there since we moved in.
After this little discovery, my wife started to share that she was "feeling" creeped out by the sounds of footsteps, and the feeling that someone was watching her while she bathed and dressed and undressed in the upstairs bedroom.
Well, we were just married a little over a month, and I was still staring at her and trying to "cop" a look once in the while, so I kind of ignored it, but her concerns grew, until one evening when I was in the kitchen pouring a Pepsi, I felt like she had come into the kitchen, and as I turned from the sink to acknowledge her, I had seen my first "ghost!"
It was a man, in a cowboy hat, and as quickly as I saw him standing there, he was gone.
That creeped me out. Alright, it scared me, just a little, but it scared me, nonetheless!
From that moment, I started to listen to her concerns, not sharing what I experienced in the kitchen, because I was expected to be the man of the house, and I certainly couldn't let her know what I saw, and that I was somewhat rattled.
It took me two weeks, and the stereo being turned on all hours of the night ( the stereo was downstairs) to finally admit to her that maybe, just maybe, there was something going on in the house (and there really wasn't a short in the on-off switch on the stereo).
From there we shared that it wasn't each other who continued to turn the radio in the bedroom from the local rock station to the local country station. She thought I was doing this, and I naturally thought she was doing this. After we started to share our experiences, we found out that the "ghost" was doing a lot of things that we were thinking and blaming each other for doing!
I placed a call to Steve, and asked him if anyone else, who lived there before us, had strange experiences, and he said we were the first to rent the home since the owner was robbed and murdered there three years earlier. As the DA, he bought the house when it went up for sale in the auction by the estate.
We went down to the newspaper and began investigating the murder and the guy. He bought and sold coins from his home, and he had been robbed, and brutally murdered him in his second-floor bedroom. The killers dragged his badly beaten, bloodied body up the stairs and left him to die in the bedroom.
After seeing a photo of the man, wearing his cowboy hat, we both turned to each other and shared that we had both seen that guy at different places throughout the house. We also compared notes on the thumping sound that would go from the bottom of the stairs to the top. This was something our Doberman would follow, as well as the sound of coins being jingled while we sat in the frontroom and watched television. Neither of us would acknowledge what we heard, until that moment of discovery at the newspaper office. It took a photo of the now dead man, to make us both see what was going on.
BTW - the man loved that country music station. My wife thought I liked the station, and I thought she liked the station, so we never said anything, as we were newlyweds, and getting used to each others quirks.
His spooky presence further explained why our dogs would lay in the doorway of the bedroom we used (not the one he died in) and growl all night.
The research of the murder and the photo brought to light a lot of things that we both tried to ignore for fear of being crazy! Right after the F-5 tornado blew through and leveled a third of our city in early June 1980 we packed up and moved.
The house was defintely haunted. I had no doubt of it, and we were both relieved to be out of there. At the time, my scaredar wasn't working, and neither of us were creeped out when we looked over the empty house. In fact, I didn't have any real feeling of being afraid until I saw him in my kitchen.
Moral of the story....make sure you know more about the house before you move in. Looking back, I can better understand why the rent was so reasonable. And I learned that if your wife tells you things that concern her, listen and don't just "blow her off!" You could just be living in a haunted house!!! :type:
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