I lived in a haunted house

When i was a kid, about 5 yrs old. We moved into this house on Stoney Stanton Road in coventry and the old people next door told my parents once or twice that no one ever lasts long in this house - but my parents never paid much attention to it.

Anyway, one day a few weeks after we moved in, we were in the kitchen when my dad decided to go into the basement (door was in the kitchen) which had a chunky lock on it since we moved in. He smashed through the lock with a pick axe and went down stairs. a few seconds later he came running back up the stairs in a panic - and i mean running (My dads a big 'big' guy, like santa clause without the beard). He was deadly serious and was obviously disturbed and goes to my mom, 'Dont you dare go down there' - we were all pretty freaked out. Anyway, he bought a new padlock the same day and locked the door again.

He used to do nightshift. Since that day he used to make us all sleep (me, my bro and my sis - both older than me) in the same bed in the master bedroom. He used to go to work once we were in bed, come back and check on us in the morning then sleep in another room.

One night when he left my mom was reading to us when she heard something. We couldn't hear it at that point. She opened the bedroom door and we could hear it clearly. A Woman could be heard gently sobbing - in the house, very close by like on the landing. My mom was freaked out but took a few steps to look over the bannister. We were watching her and She was taken back by what she saw. The sobbing stopped for a second then turned into a really loud crying - still of the same woman - almost crying violently like really really loudly. It was so loud that we all jumped when it started. My mom ran back in the room, turned off the light and told us all to go to sleep.

We obliged - but the crying continued for ages, not sure how long till it died down. it would be silent for a while then suddenly start up again and die down. What was scarier tho was that we could hear the footsteps of a little child (i think of a boy) running up and down the stairs, accross the landing and even running up to the room we were in. The light from under the door was even breaking when he'd run past our room and we could see when he was standing outside our room. This too went on all night, regularly then less often as the night progressed.

When my dad came back my mom burst into tears. We moved the very next day.

Although I was young I remember it quite well - especially the sound of the woman crying and the first set of footsteps of the boy running to the door, and remember the image of the light breaking where he was standing.

That house is now boarded up and empty though is still there on Stony Stanton Road in Coventry (Opposite the jet garage, if anyones interested!)

 

Damn, I'd be scared shitless sitting in that room! That must have been intense.

 

maybe it was the neighbors that told your parents about it, trying to scare you guys for fun or so they could use your yard

 

Yes that does sound rather spookish. When I was younger, I lived in a house similar to that. (I think I mentioned it once before)

It was in the same yard as a church so we'd have people coming into the yard for mass and all that, and there were about three graves in the front yard that I used to play with my toys, but anyway, both the church and the house were increadibly old.

It had four rooms but we used one for storage as we were only renting the house and I shared one of the rooms with my little sister (I was around 11 at the time.) my little brother had a tiny shoe box room beside ours and mum and dad had the master bedroom, near the kitchen.

I remember there was some scary stuff that would go on around there, like lights turning off and on, you know, the usual things you hear about, and I can remember hearing things very clearly. I remember it was always when I was trying to go to bed though that things started getting a little more active, like I'd start hearing people murmering to each other in the hallway or I'd hear the floor boards creaking in the passage way. Sometimes I thought I'd hear kids rushing down and then rushing back up into the room we were using for storage or I could have sworn I saw an old man walk into my brother room at one point.

I always made sure that the lights were on and that I was sleeping facing the door becuase if I didnt I'd feel like someone was about to sneak up on me. But its weird how kids can be more sensitive like that isnt it.

My family (well at least most of my mums side) have never been very religious but there I remember there have been times where at my nans house she actually got a priest to walk around with a crusafix.

But it is definately weird.

 

That sounds really scary Rayan! did you ever find out what it was that your dad saw down in the basement?

 

Never. I've asked, my brother and sister, my mum, family friends, even my friends have asked. He's got this way of just laughing and dodging the question and he's never going to tell.

Apparantly the only one he's told is his nephew (my cousin) who's closer to his age then mine. He's the only one my dad trusts with really personal stuff.

 

That's intense. Now I'm all scared.

 

Yeah, its one of my earliest memories too which is pretty screwed up. Still, it makes for great conversation, especially when i've taken some of my mates to go n see the place. Its still boarded up.

 

^^Have you ever broken in and gone into the basement? Damn, now I'm curious.

 

coventry rhode island?

 

Naah, coventry - West midlands. UK

 

thats pretty scary man. if i were u id brake in and see what was in that basement. probably some dam spooky stuff. and that woman crying? christ that sent chills up my back. have u ever thought about braking in that place?

 

I purchased a home in NC back in 2008. It was a foreclosure home that had sat empty for a year and a half. When I first when to see the house with the realtor, I had the feeling while walking through the house that the house wanted someone to "make it happy" again. There was an odd sadness about the house that I couldn't quite pinpoint, but I decided to take a chance on the house and put an offer in. It was months before the closing process was completed--a complete nightmare situation because the home was located in NC, the foreclosure bank was in PA, and I was buying from NY. Finally closed on the house in early November 2008. Anyway...

My first night alone in the house, I was sleeping in what I consider the master bedroom and awoke out of a dead sleep around 2am. I felt the very strong presence of a man in the home, and got up to walk around the house, flipping on lights from room to room and looking in closets, behind doors, etc. Nothing was there, but I could still feel a very strong male presence coming from the middle bedroom area, indicating "go up." Didn't know what to make of it and just went back to bed.

I woke up early that morning and thoroughly cleaned the house, wiping and scrubbing away a year and a half's worth of dust and spider bodies. (Yum!) The house cleaned up nicely for being 108 years old. When I moved my cleaning project outdoors to scrub all the windows, the next door neighbor came over and we chatted for a long time. He had lived in the house at one time and had married his childhood sweetheart who lived on the same street. The house was built to accommodate the mill workers back in the day; all the homes on that street were built according to the size of the families they were intended for. None of the homes had bathrooms back then; everyone had an outhouse. Anyway, after quite a long conversation with the neighbor I asked him, "Has anything bad ever happened in the house?" That's when I learned more about the house than I really wanted to know.

The neighbor got a weird look on his face and said there were some occurrences to be noted, and proceeded to tell me that back in 1993, there was a family of three that had lived in the house. To hear the neighbor and others who have lived on the same street for years, apparently the wife was a shrew and was always yelling at or insulting her husband in some fashion or another. One day, the husband went into the laundry room of the house with a shotgun, and committed suicide by shooting himself in the head. Several months later after his suicide, the wife was preparing to cook breakfast and asked their son what he wanted to eat, and his reply was that he wouldn't be having any breakfast that day. About 15 minutes later, the wife heard a loud "pop!" out in front of the house, and the son had likewise taken a gun to his head.

So, my house has two suicides in its history. I was also told another woman had died of natural causes in the house many, many years ago, but I've only felt the presence of the father in the house, and every time I visit, for some reason I've adopted the habit of whistling out to him when I open the front door to announce my presence. During each visit to the home, I still very strongly feel his presence in the house, but it's not anything that is malignant in nature. It's almost like he's watching over me, and he's okay with me being there.

My husband and I visited the house in September 2010, and my husband is Mr. Non-Believer about anything related to ghosts, spirits, hauntings, etc and has never had any encounters with anything that would convince him otherwise. After a previous hard day of remodeling the bathroom, I found myself drifting in and out of sleep early the next morning. It was almost daylight, and I decided to let myself drift back to sleep. I'm not sure how long I was sleeping, or if I was just dozing, but my husband woke up out of a sound sleep and screamed, "Holy fuck! What was that?" I was awake in an instant and asked him what was wrong. He said he had a heavy feeling on his skin, and had opened his eyes to see the figure of a woman, dressed in 1940's garb, sitting beside the bed in a rocking chair. That kind of freaked me out, because I'd never picked up on a woman's presence in the house, nor had I ever seen any apparitions in the house, only a "feeling" of someone else being there.

The house definitely has an aura about it, but none of the "presences" in the house are anything that present a problem, at least as far as I'm concerned. Some people might be freaked out over the fact that the house was the site of a double-suicide. Made no difference to me whatsoever, only that it gave me a better understanding of what I was feeling when I first viewed the house--that the house only wanted to be made happy again. I wish I could spend more time there to fix it up, but I have to take my time with it, fixing it up during my twice-yearly visits.

 

Here's from a mailing list:

"Since last year my father's ranch house near Austin, Tx has been plagued with poltergeist activity which I have encountered myself. The activity has actually been happening since the house was built in the late 1970's. The picturesque grove of old oaks under which the house was built turn out to have been hanging trees from the old days, and there are probably people buried in unmarked graves beneath the ground in the vicinity.
The foreman and his family who live in a house nearby have also been plagued by activity for years, but it had died down in recent years. However, recently we hired a professional cleaning crew to come in and "turn the house upside down" for a very thorough cleaning and this has ramped up the activity so much that we can no longer hold our annual family get together there any more. Two of our long time service employees in charge of cleaning have quit after 30 years of service because of the harassment they received while cleaning rooms.

I have been watching all these ghosty shows on television - mostly "Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventurers, and whatever the one on Animal Planet is called. With Halloween coming on these shows are really turning up the volume, and the "cases" are amazing and incontrovertible evidence of there being an after death realm. In all of the shows a number of creative devices are being used to both detect ghostly presence and communicate with it. There are EMF meters being used to detect EMF spikes which accompany ghosts, and there are voice recorders used to detect EVP's or electronic voice phenomena. These have also recently been further modified with wide spectrum frequency scanners to gain more voice data. Recently there are some more novel detection devices which create intense pulsed EMF fields to provoke ghosts, and there is also use of infrared cameras and UV spectrum cameras for imaging ghosts. All of the devices work surprisingly well at revealing this sort of activity.

Recalling stories from the old days of ormus when trap water makers would sometimes find other dimensional entities hanging out around trap water. I wonder of we ought to be suggesting to these ghost hunter outfits that they should try using bottles of super trap water and other forms of ormus for the purpose of stimulating ghost activity. It is obvious that the ghostly plane is separate from ours merely by vibration, and that ormus is a novel enough vibration that perhaps these entities might find having it in proximity to be an aid in communication or a form of matter from which they might be able to harvest energy for the sake of more concrete manifestation. Ormus might even confer protection for the ghost hunters if instead of these entities drawing energy from them they drew energy from the ormus.
This is a slippery slope I know. It is not like any of us want to be meddling in this stuff routinely, but these professional ghost hunters are already in the thick of it, and seem to have worked our ways to protect themselves, so throwing ormus into the mix is probably not going to expose them to any more danger than they are already in."

ormus is a concentrate of sea-water processed with lye.
that's the basic method although there are other methods of getting it concentrated.

 

did you ever findout what was in the basement that your dad saw?

 

Sounds like your dad had a little accident with a hooker and kept her down there.

 

Freaky stories guyss

 

Too bad if it was in Coventry, Rhode Island you could call T.A.P.S. who operate out of Warwick, RI



Hotwater

 

LMAO haven't laughed that hard in a while bro.

Op really good story, got me on my toes. This stuff fascinates me, although I am still a skeptik. I want to believe in ghosts. I know theres something

 

So do 95% of people who believe in ghosts.