Friday, September 8, 2017

The Old House

I was reading the posts this morning and Jimmy's Blog brought this story to mind. We were living at the old house and I decided that I wanted a working doorbell. DH said it was too difficult (?) to repair. So I decided to get one of those wireless sets. After installation, I had a 'ding dong' at the back door and a 'ding dong type of church bell chime.' I was delighted! 

A bit of a back story on the old house: It wasn't all that old. We were the second occupants and nobody had died there. The house was in a tidy little subdivision about 5 miles from town and had been a work project for the high school's building class. 


We bought the house in 1994 and I was so thrilled. We had sold our little 2 bedroom, 1bath and were almost lost in this 3 bedroom, 2 bath house with an eat-in kitchen, large living room, and den. Our furniture was lost in it. There was a deck in the back off the patio doors in the den. Heaven!  All the rooms were large compared to the little house we had left behind.

Our little boy turned 5 just after we moved in. He sulked a lot at first, he had loved the little house and didn't like the change. DH started working out of town the following year and I decided to move BL into the other bedroom because his was good for a sewing room because of the light. He wasn't happy with the change, but the other bedroom had a larger closet for all of his books and toys. 
He started having nightmares. I thought (and still do) that he was unhappy with the changes to his young life. The nightmares ended in a year or so, I think, at least the screaming in the night ones. As he got older, he would tell me about his wild dreams of running and abduction by aliens.

Little things would happen around the house, you know the kind where a person hollers at nothing saying, "As long as you live here, give us some rent!" Shoulders nudged, closet noises, little things moved. Nothing really scary. 
I was sick one time and I decided to sleep in BL's room and he slept in his tent in the living room. My coughing would have kept DH awake. I settled in. The house was dark and quiet. My blanket slid from my shoulder. I pulled it back. It slid again, and I pulled it back. I checked to see if Rough was lying on it and turning over. Rough was not in the room. I settled in again and the blanket slid down further this time, I pulled it back up harder this time and all of a sudden the blanket was jerked halfway down the bed. I was out of there so quick! DH would have to put up with my coughing! He claims it was the cough medicine or something and I was hallucinating. No sympathy. He went to sleep in BL's bed and never said anything.

After that, I often had a feeling of somebody watching me. Once, I felt it so bad that I called a girlfriend to come to stay with us, DH was out of town. Yes, she laughed, but she came.

Now, to the doorbell ... It was nice to know when someone was at the door. If the front bell rang, I knew it had to be a salesman or Jehovah's Witness. Then the back doorbell started ringing once in the night. Late, like 1 or 2 p.m. Nobody there, no cars, no lights on in the neighborhood. I talked to a rep from the mfg and he said that sometimes a remote door opener will set the doorbells off. Okay. I could see that. The next time I got woke to the bell in the middle of the night, I checked the neighborhood to see if I could see someone had just gotten home. Nope. I considered taking them down. It was a while later, the bell sounded again. It just went 'ding' no 'dong'. I took the cover off the next day. There was no way that it could do that. Push in, 'ding' and release, 'dong.' I pulled that thing off the door frame and threw it in the garbage.

Call me paranoid or crazy, if you will, but I believe there was something wrong with that house! Not much, just enough. I haven't had any of those thing happen here. If I told you this story before, please accept my apologies.

 

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  1. If you believe there was something wrong, maybe you were right, you had the gut feeling and all.

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  3. Wow, what an interesting blog entry! Maybe that house was built over some natural something we don't understand. I used to have a toilet that flushed itself and that creeped me out. That doorbell would do it, too!

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    1. Nah, the previous owners hadn't been bothered. It was just strange. Wow, a self flushing toilet, that is pretty far out there too!

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  4. An early Halloween story, esp. that part about the blanket.

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    1. Ha ha, yep, I was there and it was scary as anything! :-)

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  6. Wow.....just wow......I don't know if I could handle a situation like that. I'd have been screaming like a little girl.

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  7. You have my attention, Sharon and I do believe as you do that something strange was going on...I believe in haunting's and ghosts! On my new blog...that I started today "I Love Autumn to Witches", I will be telling some stories that have happened to my family and to me. It will also have my writings art and misc.

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  8. I have to agree with you, I think it was absolutely something in the house, I'm glad you are in a new house now.

    Thank You for the shout out.

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  9. HAHA.....funny things happen. My house is haunted but other than some sightings and a few odd things moving around it has not bothered me. Really got the kids when they were younger. We would be downstairs and hear movement in my room above and it would freak my daughter out cause I would yell and tell it to get out of my room! HAHA.....She would say, "momma don't make it mad"! Being near a creek and this being the south I would say my property probably had an old homestead on it, so it could be something like that, or a battle was fought there.....

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  10. I believe there are things out here that we have no explanation for.
    We have lived in houses while I was growing up that strange happening would occur
    Now I know to cleanse and banish. And most of these things will go away. But everynow and again. They are not nice and it takes special treatment to make them go
    Glad your new home is clear xx

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  11. Sharon, my Dad and Mom bought a house on Castle Heights Ave in Lebanon. The owner shot himself in the master bedroom and the bullet hole was still there. My Daddy worked 3rd shift at TRW. My brothers were given the master they were in high school. When daddy was gone, and my brothers were out. The ghost would open the hall door to the bedrooms. We could hear him walking and making noise. I left with my mom I'm scared to death . She had us several times, climb out the window and go around to the back of the house where the sliding door was and go in and turn all the lights on. Got to where I shouted at the ghost to leave us alone. It didn't work . He loved to come in the Den and watch cartoons with me on Saturday mornings. I just had to go get mama . I'm glad when we left that house . I bet you are too!

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    1. Wow! I was never scared enough to want to move and it wasn't all the time. We lived in the house from 1994 until 2005. I guess I may have hoped it was my sister (deceased) playing pranks, or maybe my dad. The blanket episode was the worst of it.

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  12. Boy that's creepy! I know you said nobody died in there, but where did the building materials come from? Were they salvaged from a place where someone had died perhaps? As for DH having n trouble sleeping in 'that' room, perhaps 'that' room had a male ghost who resented the female intrusion? I'm glad you moved, I would have too.

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    1. As I was saying, the house was built as a course on building construction at the high school. Everything in it was brand new at the time. The subdivision was built in a pasture originally. There were only about 25-30 homes, all built new except for the original farm, about a block from ours.

      If DH had any trouble, he didn't say a word. Haha.

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  13. Oooh creepy! Interesting as well as scary. I had a regular ghost when young son was small... I believe I blogged about it. Must check it out. It was scary but fortunately nothing happened in the middle of the night.

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    1. I looked it up. I remember your story now and our comments, haha. Nope, never had any smells!

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  14. That is really freaky. And the fact that your little guy was having nightmares, scarier still.
    Glad you live where you are living now!

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    1. I don't know that his nightmares and whatever are related. I have had nightmares, myself, since I was a kid. (Also so pretty fantastic dreams)

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    2. Probably never know. But it sounds like something was going on in that room.

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  15. Very interesting. Thank you for sharing it.

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  16. No wonder your little boy didn't like it! How creepy.

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  17. Ack. That is just plain nasty. Your poor little boy, and poor you.

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  18. Lots of things we don't understand -- another dimension?

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    1. There's a thought I hadn't considered ... hmm ...

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