Su Casa Es Mi Casa
The Old Neighbours
I wasn't alone in my fun of having the previous owners (plus) still sticking around. A lot of people I knew who had houses original to the town also had interesting activity. They were able to look up the history of their houses and find answers, though.
In one house, they could hear crying in the attic. I personally got to see a lot of interesting activity, including looking for toys and books that we'd laid down in one room, never left the room, and suddenly the toy or book would disappear. We'd look all over the house and never find it. Suddenly, after we gave up, the toy or book would be sitting on top and middle of the bed of the room we'd lost it in.
You could hear people running up and down the stairs when no one was there, expecting one of the kids to show up in the room, only to see no one at all. And the crying in the attic some nights persisted. Even up until the point that they decided to renovate the attic. They were going to turn it into another bedroom, since it was space, but space that wasn't being used at all. When they went up into the attic (which no one really did), they noticed some of the wood was blackened. Of course they decided to replace those parts, but other parts looked newer.
They decided to do some research and it turned out that there was a house fire. There were two sisters who ran up to the attic, trying to escape the flames, but never made it out alive. They girls died in the fire, and made for an easy explanation for the nightly crying in the attic.
Another person kept seeing a teenage boy in other rooms. Probably around 18-20, they had a perfect description of the kid, and weird stuff did happen in the house. More things moving and disappearing, phantom touches, things like that. One of the girls even mentioned having seen the boy "floating" in the main bedroom. They decided to renovate the bathroom one day, and started with removing some of the fixtures. When they moved the mirror that was fixed to the wall, razor blades fell out from behind it, along with some lengths of rope.
Of course this piqued some curiosity, so they decided to check the history of their house. It turned out that a teenage boy had committed suicide by hanging in the house. (Accounting for having seen him "floating" above the floor.) They assume he'd been depressed for a while, and after finding the razor blades and rope hidden well behind the mirror, that much was fairly obvious.
My friend, however, didn't seem to have any real activity in her house, except that there was a bad feeling on the landing below her bedroom. We usually had to go to the bathroom (to the left of her room, but in sight of the landing) in pairs to avoid the awful feeling. To my recollection, I believe that was the only thing that seemed to happen in her house.
But in the house of the girl that I mentioned having baby sat (that didn't think my house was haunted), her house was truly awful. Doors opened and closed on their own, and sure things moved, but the most activity seemed to happen in the very top apartment. I say apartment because it wasn't really an attic. There was a bedroom, a main living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen. They'd gotten video of a man's face coming through the door when they were goofing around with a new camcorder. When my friend and my baby sitteree were up in the apartment, playing with a tape recorder, they decided to go downstairs and get sandwiches. They left the tape recorder on and forgot to turn it off, and when they got back they tried to rewind the tape to find where they left off so they didn't waste any tape.
While they were rewinding the tape, they stopped to check where it was they left off, but they found other voices, not their own. After they'd left there were two other voices talking on the tape recorder. I don't quite remember what they'd said, but I do know that when the two girls had opened the apartment door, they two voices shushed each other and they went silent before the two had reached the top of the stairs.
I used to heckle the ghost in the bedroom, the guy who was reportedly heard in there, who turned lights on and off, and showed up on the camcorder video. I hated the feeling of that bedroom. Something was off about it. But everyone was far more scared than I was, so of course I had to poke the badger, so to speak. This backfired spectacularly on me when my mom kicked me out of the house and I moved into that upstairs apartment. Everyone offered to stay the night to get me settled in, but I told them I'd be fine and settled in for the night. I sat by the window, sewing, and it was dead quiet up there. Was. "Was" being the main thing, there.
Suddenly I could hear the sound of something large and heavy being pushed across the floor. It started from that bedroom, and the sound slowly moved across the floor and stopped dead in front of me. At that point, I dropped all of my sewing, said, "Fuck this." and flew down the stairs and closed the door behind me. Thankfully, the next day, I was asked to return home. (My sister informed my mother that it was illegal to kick a minor out of your home.) I never stayed another night up in that apartment. I actually hated repacking my things. I just wanted to be gone.
They later looked up the history on their house. Apparently the downstairs used to be a funeral home and the front room was used for holding wakes. The funeral home shut down and became apartments. Each of the upstairs bedrooms were their own apartments, including the attic room. It was owned by a man, his wife, and their two little girls. They rented out to an older man who loved playing with the little girls. They loved him dearly and the old man just adored the little girls and would babysit them and play with them. Unfortunately, the old man was very late on rent.
The rent kept being delayed month after month until the owner got sick of it. Knowing how upset the girls would be, he sent them with their mother out for the evening while he stayed home. The man went upstairs and shot the old man and killed him. It's his murdered spirit that remains in the bedroom he died in. As for the other two voices (a man and a woman) it's anyone's guess, but it could be the owners.
I have no idea how they were able to look up their houses histories, but I never bothered to. I know I had to go to Kittanning, and I really didn't want to travel that far and spend the time looking through newspaper articles. I guess if I had the chance, now, I would take it. But I'm on the opposite side of the country. That doesn't always stop the ghosts, though. Actually, distance doesn't stop them. And just when you think you escape any of them, you can easily just end up in another bad house.
I wasn't alone in my fun of having the previous owners (plus) still sticking around. A lot of people I knew who had houses original to the town also had interesting activity. They were able to look up the history of their houses and find answers, though.
In one house, they could hear crying in the attic. I personally got to see a lot of interesting activity, including looking for toys and books that we'd laid down in one room, never left the room, and suddenly the toy or book would disappear. We'd look all over the house and never find it. Suddenly, after we gave up, the toy or book would be sitting on top and middle of the bed of the room we'd lost it in.
You could hear people running up and down the stairs when no one was there, expecting one of the kids to show up in the room, only to see no one at all. And the crying in the attic some nights persisted. Even up until the point that they decided to renovate the attic. They were going to turn it into another bedroom, since it was space, but space that wasn't being used at all. When they went up into the attic (which no one really did), they noticed some of the wood was blackened. Of course they decided to replace those parts, but other parts looked newer.
They decided to do some research and it turned out that there was a house fire. There were two sisters who ran up to the attic, trying to escape the flames, but never made it out alive. They girls died in the fire, and made for an easy explanation for the nightly crying in the attic.
Another person kept seeing a teenage boy in other rooms. Probably around 18-20, they had a perfect description of the kid, and weird stuff did happen in the house. More things moving and disappearing, phantom touches, things like that. One of the girls even mentioned having seen the boy "floating" in the main bedroom. They decided to renovate the bathroom one day, and started with removing some of the fixtures. When they moved the mirror that was fixed to the wall, razor blades fell out from behind it, along with some lengths of rope.
Of course this piqued some curiosity, so they decided to check the history of their house. It turned out that a teenage boy had committed suicide by hanging in the house. (Accounting for having seen him "floating" above the floor.) They assume he'd been depressed for a while, and after finding the razor blades and rope hidden well behind the mirror, that much was fairly obvious.
My friend, however, didn't seem to have any real activity in her house, except that there was a bad feeling on the landing below her bedroom. We usually had to go to the bathroom (to the left of her room, but in sight of the landing) in pairs to avoid the awful feeling. To my recollection, I believe that was the only thing that seemed to happen in her house.
But in the house of the girl that I mentioned having baby sat (that didn't think my house was haunted), her house was truly awful. Doors opened and closed on their own, and sure things moved, but the most activity seemed to happen in the very top apartment. I say apartment because it wasn't really an attic. There was a bedroom, a main living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen. They'd gotten video of a man's face coming through the door when they were goofing around with a new camcorder. When my friend and my baby sitteree were up in the apartment, playing with a tape recorder, they decided to go downstairs and get sandwiches. They left the tape recorder on and forgot to turn it off, and when they got back they tried to rewind the tape to find where they left off so they didn't waste any tape.
While they were rewinding the tape, they stopped to check where it was they left off, but they found other voices, not their own. After they'd left there were two other voices talking on the tape recorder. I don't quite remember what they'd said, but I do know that when the two girls had opened the apartment door, they two voices shushed each other and they went silent before the two had reached the top of the stairs.
I used to heckle the ghost in the bedroom, the guy who was reportedly heard in there, who turned lights on and off, and showed up on the camcorder video. I hated the feeling of that bedroom. Something was off about it. But everyone was far more scared than I was, so of course I had to poke the badger, so to speak. This backfired spectacularly on me when my mom kicked me out of the house and I moved into that upstairs apartment. Everyone offered to stay the night to get me settled in, but I told them I'd be fine and settled in for the night. I sat by the window, sewing, and it was dead quiet up there. Was. "Was" being the main thing, there.
Suddenly I could hear the sound of something large and heavy being pushed across the floor. It started from that bedroom, and the sound slowly moved across the floor and stopped dead in front of me. At that point, I dropped all of my sewing, said, "Fuck this." and flew down the stairs and closed the door behind me. Thankfully, the next day, I was asked to return home. (My sister informed my mother that it was illegal to kick a minor out of your home.) I never stayed another night up in that apartment. I actually hated repacking my things. I just wanted to be gone.
They later looked up the history on their house. Apparently the downstairs used to be a funeral home and the front room was used for holding wakes. The funeral home shut down and became apartments. Each of the upstairs bedrooms were their own apartments, including the attic room. It was owned by a man, his wife, and their two little girls. They rented out to an older man who loved playing with the little girls. They loved him dearly and the old man just adored the little girls and would babysit them and play with them. Unfortunately, the old man was very late on rent.
The rent kept being delayed month after month until the owner got sick of it. Knowing how upset the girls would be, he sent them with their mother out for the evening while he stayed home. The man went upstairs and shot the old man and killed him. It's his murdered spirit that remains in the bedroom he died in. As for the other two voices (a man and a woman) it's anyone's guess, but it could be the owners.
I have no idea how they were able to look up their houses histories, but I never bothered to. I know I had to go to Kittanning, and I really didn't want to travel that far and spend the time looking through newspaper articles. I guess if I had the chance, now, I would take it. But I'm on the opposite side of the country. That doesn't always stop the ghosts, though. Actually, distance doesn't stop them. And just when you think you escape any of them, you can easily just end up in another bad house.
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