Is your house Haunted?

A big bump in the night!

When I was a child my mother was in the hospital for an extended illness. We went to temporarily live with a family friend. She owned an old Georgia mansion with many outbuildings. My brother and I - we were playing in one of the outbuildings which wasn't empty but didn't have alot of things in it. I remember feeling as if someone was there with us. The temperature would get cold suddenly and the hairs on my arms would stand straight up. My brother felt it too. It scared us but we didn't feel like we were in danger. We came back every day to play and every day it happened - for almost a month. My religion has told me that spirits do not exist on this world but my Indian and Irish heritage prompt me to think otherwise!

Sleep paralysis.

Waking Sleep paralysis is a phenomenon in which people, either when falling asleep or wakening, temporarily experience an inability to move. More formally, it is a transition state between wakefulness and rest characterized by complete muscle atonia (muscle weakness). It can occur at sleep onset or upon awakening, and it is often associated with terrifying visions (e.g. an intruder in the room), to which one is unable to react due to paralysis. It is believed a result of disrupted REM sleep, which is normally characterized by complete muscle atonia that prevents individuals from acting out their dreams. Sleep paralysis has been linked to disorders such as narcolepsy, migraines, anxiety disorders, and obstructive sleep apnea; however, it can also occur in isolation.[1][2] When linked to another disorder, sleep paralysis commonly occurs in association with the neuromuscular disorder narcolepsy.[2]



-The Nightmare, by Henry Fuseli (1781) is thought to be one of the classic depictions of sleep paralysis perceived as a demonic visitation.

I grew up in a haunted house. I moved there when I was 7 and moved out at 17. I was the first in my family to figure it out. I remember the long drawn out arguments with my parents when almost immediately I insisted on sleeping with my door closed at night because of the people walking around in the hallway. "Its just headlight shadows from the cars driving past." My mom told me, but I knew what people looked like. Then we all started hearing the cabinets in the kitchen slamming at night. And the water faucet in the kitchen turning on and off. Never anything too serious and they never really bothered us. When my friends would spend the night we would sleep downstairs in the living room and with the kitchen light on you could see reflections in the tv of people walking up and down the stairs. My mom finally believed me after the cleaning lady quit because she had been working alone in the house and something happened. She never would tell us what but she ran out in the middle of the job and refused to ever come back even to get compensation because the house was haunted. My parents ended up losing the house a few years ago in the foreclosure crisis and it still sits empty... I always wonder what it would be like to spend a night there now too creepy to even try lol.

When I was 12 my parents divorced and my mother moved with me to a house across town. Being a single mother, money was very tight and she was very limited in what she could choose. She rented a two story 3 bedroom home for a very reasonable price, and we found out shortly after why it was so reasonable.

The first night at the house I remember sleeping and having night terrors, not nightmares, but night terrors in which I would wake up and run down the stairs and out the door and wake up sitting on the porch in complete terror and crying. My mother heard the ruckus and ran down the stairs to find the door wide open and me sitting there. I ran to her and she asked me why I was running a bath upstairs and why I was outside. I explained my night terror and explained I had run no bath. We went back upstairs to find the upstairs bathroom floor soaked in water and the tub over flowing.

Almost every night after that, for 6 months, I would have some sort of night terror or nightmare, and they were bad enough that my mother took me to child psychologists to find out what was wrong. There were no more instances of mystery water in the upstairs bathroom until about 6 months after we moved there. My mother had a new job where she worked nights, and being 12 I was old enough to take care of myself (heat up dinner, get ready for bed, etc.) One night while my mother was at work I had another night terror and ran down the stairs to find myself sitting on the front stoop at 2am crying in complete terror. When I woke up I ran into the house and called my moms work and told her I had another really bad night terror. She explained that everything was ok and she would be home in a couple of hours. I went back upstairs to hear water running from the upstairs bathroom. The light was on, and again the floor was covered in water and the bath tub was over flowing.

When this had happened a second time my mother just chalked it up to me doing it in my sleep while having a night terror. There was some extensive water damage because of the age of the house and my mother was looking to hire a repair person to fix the bathroom floors and the damage done to the walls from the water. She asked a neighbor if he could recommend anyone and he asked what had happened. She explained in limited detail about the bathroom problem, and he proceeded to explain to her that about 35 years ago there was a woman whose husband had left her for another woman. She was a single mother with a daughter and the husband had moved out of the house. The woman had been so distraught about the break up, and being able to afford the home and take care of the child that she prepared a bath, gotten in the tub with the water running, and slit her wrists and killed herself. That night the daughter woke up to use the bathroom and found her mother dead. She was so terrified she ran downstairs, out the door and to a neighbors house. She banged on the doors and screamed for help. When the neighbor came downstairs and opened the door the little girl wasnt there, but the neighbor saw her on the front porch at her house and walked over to her. She was just sitting on the front porch crying, the way I had two times when I had the night terrors.

Needless to say, my mom and i got the hell out of dodge and moved into an apartment. No problems since, and now I know why that house was so reasonably priced lol

Bump

I have another story that is a much better memory than the previous one I told. When I was 8 years old I remember waking up on a Saturday and my grandpa being in the living room watching tv. It wasn't unusual for my grandpa to be over at the house on weekends visiting me or my parents. He asked if I wanted to watch cartoons and of course being an 8 yr old I said yes. So we were watching cartoons and laughing and joking like we always had and the phone rang. I got up to answer it and it was my aunt asking if my mom was home. I ran upstairs to tell her the phone was for her, came back down and my grandpa wasnt there. A few minutes later my mom came downstairs in tears and told me my grandpa had died that morning of his bone cancer. I told her that wasnt true cause grandpa was here and we were just watching cartoons. Very weird, but I had such a close relationship with my grandpa that I know it was him saying his goodbyes by doing something we loved doing together one last time.

One other thing, not related to the house. About a year after my mother died, she yelled at me and told me to make up with my sister. She and I were mad at each other about something stupid and hadn't talked for about 2 weeks. I was in my bedroom getting dressed and I heard my mother, as if she were standing right next to me, say "Richard! Go talk to your sister!" So I did.

No, don't think so.

I do know that after my best friend died for about 2 yrs on & off I would occasionally get wafts of perfume around me. It was weird but comforting at the same time.

My aunt had cancer and died in our house, right in front of us. She never stayed to haunt. . I guess her business was done. I was young at the time and my mom took me upstairs so we wouldn't see her being taken by the paramedics. But my sister stayed and watched. Right after her body left, she saw an apparition of my aunt by the rocking chair.

Sometimes they're ghosts, sometimes they're Angels, sometimes they're demons. It's a strange world.