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Seajay:
Haunted house.......... remember when

My first wife Linda and I bought a house that was built back in the fifties.  It had been added to and updated a couple of times and it was a very well built house and well thought out for additions.  We bought it back in the seventies and moved in. 

Back then we had a den in the house and we had a sofa that was good for laying on but worthless for ''setting on'' because the seat was designed wrong.  When Linda and I would watch TV I would usually set on the floor and she would lay on the sofa.   

After we had been in the house for a while we started noticing some ''strange sounds'' coming from under the house.   One evening we were watching TV and I heard a very loud distinctive ''THUMP'' under the house.  I was setting on the floor in front of the sofa at the time and I could actually feel the ''thump'' on the floor.  It actually felt like someone under the house with a five pound hammer striking the floor joyce really hard.  I figured we had a raccoon or some animal under the house and he could not get out.  I got my flash light and went under the house for a ''look a round'' and I found nothing.  I carefully searched under both ends of the house crawling around each pilaster and around the furnace and water heater.  (our house had just a crawl space ….. no basement)  I found nothing.  I completely sealed up the crawl space so nothing could get in.  I even put a lock on the crawl space door
This ''Thumping'' would happen at random times during the day and night.  Sometimes only one ''thump'' sometimes a series of thumps and as many as three or four.  I put it down to water pipes expanding and contracting.  About two years later my neighbor and I replaced all the steel pipe under the house with new copper pipe and I figured that would be the end of the ''thumping''.   NOT.  We had replaced every bit of the old cast iron pipe going too the septic system, put in a new water heater and commode  ''thump thump thump''.   We put in a new heat and air conditioning unit under the house with all new duct work.   ''thump thump thump''.   I finally gave up and just got use to our ''Ghost''.   Then things started disappearing.  We rode a motorcycle and we had a stack of bike pix we kept in the front bed room in the clouset.  One day they were just ''gone''.  We discussed the matter and neither one of us had moved the pix.  A couple weeks later they were ''back'' sitting on the shelf in the clouset.  ''HUMMMMMM?”......
I had a really nice .380 silver Beretta pistol that I carried on occasion.. It had ivory grips and was engraved.  It came up missing one day.  ''Poof'' gone.......  We searched the house over with no luck finding the pistol. For several weeks I searched without results. NOTHING...  My wife Linda had some trouble with here  shoulder and often slept with a heating pad on her shoulder.  We kept the heating pad on her side of the bed, under the bed for easy access.  One night she reached for her heating pad that she had used recently and announced ''I see you found your pistol''.........  It was laying on top of her heating pad.    HUMMMMM??
She had a hand mirror she used to check the back of her hair that was kept in the bathroom.  One day she asked if I had moved her hand mirror.  (I am bald)  I replied that it should be in the closet beside the sink.   No dice.  It was not in the bathroom anywhere.  This hand mirror was probably twelve inches across not counting the handle.  We searched the house to no avail.  About a week later she informed me that her ''hand mirror'' was on the commode lid and had I put it there??? 
We simply accepted the thumping and the items that came up missing and then came back of their own accord.
When we sold the property we kinda failed to tell the next owner that we had a ghost on the property and we did not charge extra for ''her''....
All this is true as I do swear it and I still can not figure out where the sounds came from and how we would lose items and then they would return...

Daisy:
SeaJay, we had a ghost too in our old farmhouse in Maine.  The door to the living room would open and close on its own accord.  Sometimes the dog's head would turn like he was watching something go from the door to the kitchen.  Once or twice the hair on the back of my head and my arms would stand straight up as I walked up the stairs to the bedrooms.  Then I almost felt an aura around me, but never had any visual results, and never had anything missing and returned such as you experienced.  We just lived with it.  We called her Addie after a previous owner, but I really think it was Charlie, her husband, who had committed suicide after finding her in bed with his brother.  That is a true story.    :o

Daisy

catblaster:
Poor Charlie, but I can't imagine committing suicide over that. >:( I found my first wife in bed with my best friend. All I could say is .....ready for it......bad dog, get off the bed ;D

Molaker:
 
When my kids were young, we bought an old 2-story house in a small town.  The house was well over 100 years old.  It had 4 bedrooms with a sort of sitting area at the top of the stairs.  We converted the sitting area into a bedroom for my youngest son – age 6 at the time.  Initially, all we did was hang up a curtain and put in a bed and chest.  Many a night the young’un would come into our bedroom and want to sleep with us, saying there was a girl in his room.  We passed it off as a kid’s nightmare in a dark room at night, alone for the first time.  After about a year, my son still spoke of a young girl being in his room, but was no longer frightened and no longer came to our bed.
 
Over time, we remodeled each of the bedrooms upstairs, oldest kids first and being the youngest, my son’s sitting area bedroom was last to be done.  We started by stripping it down to the studs.  As we started ripping out the old plaster and lathe wall around the only window, a discovery was made.  Stacked neatly between a couple of the studs were several empty medicine bottles, about a dozen in all and all small bluish rectangular shaped bottles of about 3-4 oz.  Some of the bottles were in their original cardboard containers with the medicine information on them.  It was medicine for consumption.
 
We did a little investigation as best we could in this small town.  The story was a family that had lived there back in the 1890-1900 timeframe had a young daughter that died from consumption.  We speculated this sitting area was her bedroom before the walls had been plastered and as her medicine bottles were emptied, they were placed between the wall studs beside her bed.  Eventually, the wall was plastered over, leaving the bottles there for us to find many, many years later.  Whether covered over before her death or after, we’ll never know.
 
After our discovery and after we finished my son’s room, he never saw the young girl in his room again.
 

wgb1:
I always find ghost stories very interesting even though I am non-believer when it comes to such things. I've never had any kind of experiences myself that I could not attribute to other phenomena. At any rate, I thoroughly enjoyed the stories. Books and movies based on the supernatural have always been my favorite, but very seldom are any of them worth a read or watch. Truly frightening, in other words.

Thanks

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