Real Haunted Houses, Etc. Near You

Lynn, I don't know if I could live in a haunted house!

 

"There is no place like home". lol I guess the ghosts you know (grow up with) aren't as bad, or something, especially after you learn how to DO something about 'em. :sultan:

During my somewhat strange life, when I lived elsewhere - before I came back here to my (haunted) home - I lived several places. Out of several, I encountered 2 different houses that I deeply felt were haunted - and honey, I got out of there with quickness. JUST like the ones fleeing from the haunted house behind us. (haha)

 

Yeah Lynn , I guess since you were exposed to it so young , you just sort of get used to it . A kind of acceptance , where you sort of lose the fear of it . Even though you feared it in other homes . We fear the unknown the unfamiliar and like you said home is home . I guess in a familiar environment where there is security and comfort , we can over come fear . Yet in a strange place we can't . It's fascinating how the mind works .

Now , I'm a pretty big guy and not afraid of much . But if I ever saw something levitate in front of me like you did , I'd flip . I guess after I got finished screaming like a little bitch , I think I'd grab the nearest pistol while I packed up some clothes , and camping equipment . I know a pistol wouldn't help much against the paranormal , just mental security I guess . I don't know, it would be hard to live with something like that . I mean spirits are one thing , but when they start , and have enough energy to manipulate and pick up solid material objects in the physical world , then my thoughts would be " hey they can reach out and touch me if they wanted " . And that just wouldn't sit well with me .

The house behind you sounds like a nightmare . It reminds me of the book To Kill A Mocking Bird . Every town has its haunted Boo Radley houses , and haunted legends . And children always seem to fear one neighborhood home for being haunted . But when it's real and when the haunted house of neighborhood legend is the one you live in , and Boo Radley is in your living room every night . No , no thanks I'm not ready for that .

Have you ever looked into the homes history , or the grounds history ?

 

Hey - if when I moved back here, if things were still levitating, I'm not sure I could've still handled that! But...when I first moved back, there were still times things didn't "feel right". I promise you you could feel like something was in the room and both I and my son heard things. Of course, I grew up hearing more things than seeing them - and I saw plenty enough. Anyway, I really did learn basically how to vanquish (or QUIET) spirits or entities. When I saw it actually worked, well, THEN I was filled with all kind of courage and bravery. However, there were years (growing up) that I was scared more than I wasn't. Now, I fear basically nothing (but God).

It was only during this past year that I found out specifically what happened to the original owner/builder of this house. My father bought this house from the original owner's widow. I always thought he moved away and died as that is what my mother led me to believe. hah He was a doctor, and practiced medicine in what is now our basement. Come to find out he overdosed here and died. Whether it was accidental or a suicide is unknown.

The haunted house behind us was the original family home of a family by the name of Thompson. The old man was a doctor, as were his 2 sons - one of which lived here in this house. The other doctor-son lived beside us in a house in which he practiced medicine, too. The 3 houses here in this little "hood" make up a triangle. And just to make this interesting, the doctor-brothers built both this house and the other doctor-house with their own 2 hands. Built nice and tight...and I've been told by one carpenter and one contractor they haven't seen any houses built quite like this. (lol - I'm not sure if that is good or bad. :mickey

(There have also been reports of "ghostly" things in the house next door...just to keep the record straight.)

 

Its not haunted house but maybe this esperiance that happened to me will be of interest.

In 1972 i went camping at Drummond hill just outside Nottingham ,England .The story goes about a drummer boy in the Crimeran War (hope i spelt that right) who killed in battle and all they could find of him was his drum which they brought back and buried on the top of hill above his village home.After a while people reported hearing the sound of a drum beating and upon investigation the place where the drum was buries had collapsed and formed a perfectly formed concave circle and the story soon grew about how the drum was beating for its master to return .

When i hear this story i thought it was just local gossip to scare the tourist and forgot about it .

3 nights later we were awaken to the noise of a drum beating , thinking it was some sort of prank we went to check it out .As we got closer to the top of the hill the crater were the drum was supposed to be buried was glowing with a greenlight and the beating was getting louder and louder and suddenly it stopped .I was scared stiff

I packed up and went home the next day

 

What's wrong with that cat Lynn

 

I think my house is haunted I only notice it when im alone for a day or two so maybe im just paranoid

 

I think my head is haunted...

 

In that pic, dark suger, he(Gray Socks) was just napping and totally happy, probably purring, too. Does it look to you like something is wrong there? I'm just curious.

However, he died Oct. 1st. I did a thread about it.

 

Much people here do now know, I travel to Ghost Cities, Towns and Buildings. I do not know if they are haunted. It is very possible... much of them very old, abandoned Hospitals, Asylums for example, with past pain inside them over long time. I always will say prayer. This Abandoned Hospital and Asylum below, I visit alone:



The worst experience, it was here. Inside, I was very certain, so much I could see a 'human' shape figure stood at this corridor end. Yes, I think this was the light and mind trick.



Minutes soon after this, I could hear very clear foot steps, movement on the floor above. I could hear grit, 'crunch' under these foot steps. I had chills, my arms, neck, shoulders. Yes, a very spooky place!

 

Wow Koryssa , that looks like such a beautiful place . What a neat beautiful building . Looks like something out of a storybook or something . The architecture is very interesting and unusual .

Who's the guy with the Tommy gun in the statue ? A ww2 monument , i guess it was a hospital ?

 

Not a Tommy Gun, the name of this weapon 'PPSh-41'.

Yes, it is a WWII memorial. First, this building was an Asylum, later a Soviet Military Hospital.

 

My sister Karen and her family live in a house my family built in the 1860's. It's a large, substantial house made to accommodate an extended family - but with such conveniences as 5 stone fireplaces on the bottom floor, and only 1 "wash room" in the entire house, along with antiquated electrical wiring probably added in the 1930's - some renovation had to be done.
All along, as the renovation was being undertaken, there were reports of an aroma of "pipe tobacco" and an "old fashioned perfume or sachet". There were also reports of being touched or caressed on the back of the neck - Karen, my niece Samantha, and I all experienced these "touches". In addition, Karen and Samantha were adamant about seeing balls of light floating in the attic. There were also faint strains of piano music to be heard at times, I am also able to personally attest to this fact - although I could never verify whether anyone there had ever owned a piano.
My sister instigated the event that led us to seriously appraise the possibility that one or more of the previous occupants of the house were still in residence. As a purely humanitarian gesture aimed at helping our partially departed relatives to move on ... Karen and Sam decided to do a Sylvia Browne style "house blessing" with the appropriate tools - salt, white candles, and Holy water. When the blessing ritual was almost complete a small antique wooden foot stool was "kicked" violently into the air. Sam and Karen ran outside and would not go back in until her husband came home that evening.
Later when Karen was telling grandma what happened, grandma said, "well you know it has to be a relative, just leave them be." That advice has seemed to serve everyone well.
The possibility that my sister and niece would collude to fabricate a falsehood is out of the question.

 

Alright, how much?