• GraceBeth

    My house was definitely haunted, by my aunts grandfather… He built the house by hand a long time ago. It was an old creaky house and you could hear where everyone was at all times. But at night when we knew there wasnt anyone in the house we would hear doors open and close and foot steps going all over the house… Its an interestimg experience, but I’m glad I had it.

  • itsashleybro

    #29 In this farm house I lived in when I was a kid, I saw a soldier and a dog walking up the stairs pretty regularly.

  • Jody

    #12 is stunning
    #29 Yes I have. story after work

  • Michelle

    #13 – found him!
    #24 & #38 – yummm

  • April C.

    #18, wtf just happened?

    #29 Yes. So creepy

  • doerteee

    #11 that is amazing.

  • Elle

    Definitely. I've lived in my current house for 10 years. We have little things happen to us. But, most of them seem to be concentrated around my room. My makeup is always being pushed off my table. I had my door open about 5 years ago and was across the hall in my Mom's room talking with her. Suddenly she saw one of my stuffed animals FLY across the doorway. Now, this was sitting on my bed and now it was on the other side of my room laying there. That freaked us out a little. I used to get woken up by someone jumping on my bed and prodding at me. After that happened, I told whomever it was to stop because I wanted to get some sleep. It happened a few more times and I just calmly told it to stop doing it. It hasn't happened in a few years. I think that if you show fear.. it gives them more of a reason to bother you. Now it's just something we live with and if anything starts to get out of hand, we let them know this is OUR house now and they need to respect that.

  • sean

    #12 is insane, shit looks "real"

  • katastrophe89

    #2 LIKE A BOSS

  • katie

    The house I grew up in had stuff randomly fly across the room and hit the opposite wall. For example, one night the entire family was in the living room watching tv when a glass flew off the counter and exploded against the hearth in the family room, 15 feet away. What do you think?

    The only thing scarier than whatever was living in the house with us, was my mother. If whatever was thrown didn't explode she would literally say, "That wasn't nice! Now clean it up!" And every time, whatever had flown moved back to the counter.

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