I mentioned a house I lived in in another thread, it was a home built probably in the late 50's early 60's - on a busy road, not in a neighborhood. It was owned by a friend of mine, he built a deck up to one of the back bedrooms, and knocked a door into the wall, and that was my front door going into my now living room. The apartment was a living room, bath, and kitchen that was made out of another bedroom, then there was a staircase going up to the 3rd floor, a sort of dormered attic, a huge room, which had been re-finished, and this was my bedroom. The first floor was destined to be an office, but it was a few years before someone rented it...so mostly I was living in an empty house.
Before I moved in, my landlord sent a young friend of his over to help me wallpaper, a guy in his early 20's (as was I) who I think might lived in the house temporarily while he worked with my landlord to help fix the place up, though he didn't officially live there....I didn't talk to him much, he was very quiet, and I had a total meltdown after destroying 2 rolls of wallpaper trying to put it up - poor guy, I think I really freaked him out. At some point, I looked around and he was gone. I had a bad temper then, and often lost control of myself. Anyway, I moved in, and this guy not long after committed suicide, I think it was within a few weeks, and in his parents house. I don't think the wallpaper situation had anything to do with it.
Right away, a few strange things happened. And something weird - a friend was helping me move some stuff into the basement for storing - and we found 2 tombstones down there, possibly left behind by the old owner?? Pretty freaky. I got my landlord to get rid of them. The first thing that really freaked me out happened in the first week or so that I was there. There were 3 chained up hunting dogs next door - and these dogs went nuts when I first moved in, barked like crazy whenever they saw me, or whenever a friend came over - that's how I knew someone was around. It took those dogs months to get used to me and not make such a ruckus every time I came home. But one night, a few weeks after I moved in, it was really late, like 3am, there was NO SOUND from the dogs, when out of dead silence there was suddenly a loud fast knocking on my front door (this is the door off the deck, which faced the backyard - dark and empty back there, no houses, just a wooded area behind me.) As you can imagine, it scared me out of my wits to be woken up like that. There had yet to be installed a light outside the door, so it was pitch black out there. From inside, i said "Who's there?" and no one answered. It was only later that I realized that the dogs had been quiet, didn't bark, didn't make a sound. Well, there was no way in hell I was opening that door. Whoever it was didn't knock again. Later, my landlord tried to tell me it was probably some kid, walking by, saw my lights on, wanted to scare me - but it was 3am, my lights were not on - and why didn't the dogs react? Strange.
The other strange things that happened is that I was always half asleep and hearing footsteps - it seemed like part of dream that I would wake up from, and then wonder did I really hear them or was it a dream? It sounded like someone walking on wood floors, which the apartment had in the kitchen, but the rest in my area of the house had been carpeted over. I also had more than one situation where I was getting ready to leave for work in the evening, and I just got that creepy feeling, like I had to get out of the house. Sort of like a tension that builds and builds...gotta go, gotta get out of here...then I'd be walking to my car and thinking about the house behind me, the empty windows, and the hair on the back of my head would stand up, I just had this feeling that someone was watching me from a third floor window. I had lots of friends, and when they would spend any amount of time with me , or spend the night, I was always getting strange comments, like - it's so QUIET here...or lonely, or creepy, just something weird about the place. Most times, i didn't feel it, and even wound up living there for 5 or 6 years, so other than these few weird incidents, it was nothing like the movies or anything....
Anyway, the really strange things that happened involved my cat, Daphne. She was a calm, sweet kitty. Very subdued. Now anyone who has cats knows that they can suddenly appear to hear something, stare off into space like they are listening....this was NOT like that....
I worked nights. I didn't get home till 3am, and was usually pretty wound up. ( worked in a bar) I didn't watch tv in those days, didn't even own one, so mostly I'd come home, get in bed, and read myself to sleep - and this is exactly what I was doing one night, Daphne curled up at my side - when suddenly her head whipped up and then her whole body in one fast movement leapt up onto all fours as she stared in intense concentration at the bedroom doorway. Of course I looked too...seeing nothing - within seconds every hair on her body and tail was up and her eyes practically bulged and the tension coming off of her was palpable - and this low growling yowl started in her throat and then came out of her mouth - the weirdest and most disturbing sound I ever heard a cat make. While I was taking all this in, like a shot she flew off the bed and underneath it, leaving me staring open mouthed at an "empty" bedroom doorway, behind it the dark landing at the top of the stairs.
This was no cat hearing an interesting sound somewhere. Someone - or something - was in that doorway. Something that scared the hell out of her - but what? Cats aren't afraid of the same things we are, they didn't grow up watching scary movies or reading ghost stories - what could have terrified her so much? I got off the bed and looked under, I wanted her to come out and act normal so that I could convince myself that everything was fine. There she was, under the bed, hunched into a little ball, still looking in the direction of the bedroom door - and drooling. It was awful.
And the thing is, this happened more than once - in the years I lived there, it happened 3 times, with long periods in between. Maybe what it was was not there at the house all the time - but every now and then, it would look in on me, only Daphne was the only one that could see it.
Anyway, that is the end of my adventures in the house on Burnt Mill Road. Eventually i moved out, into a more modern condo in the same town..I believe the house is still there, and still an office/apartment type deal.
I truly get spirits while in the shower as much as when I am meditating to contact them. It gets awfully crowded in there at times!
