Otherwise known as: Our house is a little bit haunted.
Warning: You may not want to read this post if random weird stuff freaks you out and you like to stay at my house.
Don't get me wrong our house has some quirks but we are most definitely meant to be here. We even had a contract on another house before this one that fell through, I was done looking after that. Brent had to beg me to even drive by this house, but once we did finally get in to see it, I knew. We had a list of items our potential houses had to have, ie-central air, fireplace, at least some wood floors, Brent added a pond to our list a few days before seeing this one. Low and behold this house had one.
The realtor opened the front door, I saw the pocket doors, oak floors in one room and the stairs and said I would sign the contract. She chuckled and said we should probably look at the rest of the house. It just felt right.
Back sophomore and junior year in high school after Brent and I started dating I would have a reoccurring dream of a house, which at the time I thought was my parents, the trim was about the same color and siding was the same white wide aluminium. After seeing the outside of the house I would be in a bedroom, which I thought was mine, though it was white.
The first few times I had this dream I would crawl through the heating vent into another smaller room with vaulted ceilings, it was dim, there was only one little window at the end of the room and on the wall with the window were shelves with dusty dolls covered in cobwebs. The same dream over and over again. Until after having the dream several times I was able to walk through a door instead of going through the vent, the vent still being there to the right of the door, but it was the same room every time with the dolls.
I could never understand why I kept having the dream. Until one day not long after having moved here the door to the closet room happened to be open on a dreary day and I was standing in the adjoining bedroom, and happened to peer in just the right way and boom. That was the room, no dolls, no shelves, no dust, no cobwebs, but the same room. The window, the door, the heating vent passes straight from the bedroom to the closet room making it possible to access.
One bedroom we slept in, the one Makenna sleeps in now always made me a little uneasy when sleeping in there with the bedroom door open. I had to have it closed or I felt like someone was standing in the hall looking in. I thought I was a little crazy and after we moved into the purple I never had a problem with it.
I let that leave my mind, one day two of Makenna's toys went off by themselves, separate toys, different rooms, different times, haven't done it since. I figured maybe, batteries going out rigggght (since then, toys that you have to move with bells in them have made noises)? Put that out of my mind, though it really did freak me out.
Some days the house will have certain spots that smell of woman's perfume or men's cologne. When it doesn't smell like anything we own and the scent is gone after a matter of minutes and it very concentrated in one spot. Uhhh, fabrics maybe giving off a scent?
I was cleaning the house one day and heard some music coming from the front parlor room, like old record music, I thought now who would be outside listening to faint old school record music, I was halfway to the front room when it stopped, I stepped back a couple steps and it started again then stopped. I rushed outside, needless to say no old record music outside. Yeah you come up with a reason for that one.
And then about a month ago around 6 am I turn over in bed and I must look at the clock every time I turn over, I have no idea why but I do, so I'm turning over and my eyes are scanning for the clock that is on top of the tv, when they stop...they stop on the man in our bedroom between the door to the hallway and the door to the bedroom adjoining ours.
He is quite tall a little less than 6 foot, white, older around 55-60 years old, balding with lighter brownish hair on the sides, while in an off white almost yellowish long sleeved shirt on almost a mandarin collar with buttons on it, but they don't go all the way down the shirt. His hands at his sides, wearing dark pants, I can't tell what color, black or brown, and I can't see his shoes, because I'm in bed.
After seeing him I pull the covers over my face because, what the crap there is a dude standing in my bedroom and I listen for the sound of footstep, figuring this is an actual person. I don't hear anything so I look again, nothing, I go back to sleep. I wasn't dreaming.I can't reason that one away, Hi Mr. late 1880s dude that I saw standing in my room!
What can I say the house is old....and we share it with those who have been here before us.
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