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Would You Live In A Haunted House?
You have found the perfect house. But it’s haunted. Doors open and close. Lights flip on and off. Footsteps are heard in the hallway, furniture is rearranged and ghostly figures are spotted wandering the grounds.
Would you move in?
Would you be comfortable living with ghosts and/or paranormal activities? Or would you send the spirits an eviction notice?
What are your thoughts on paranormal manifestations?
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| Ghosts!! Hehehehe ||Feb 11th. at 1:34:42 am EST|
|Squirrel (green bay, wi) ||Age: 42 - Email |
I've lived many years with ghosts I'm quiet used to it.I've grown up around ghosts.I've lived in haunted houses before.Though I can say this, there were many places I have been that I couldnt even walk into a place, because of the bad vibes.Usually if something very bad happened in a house I cant seem to breathe or be able to enter the house.
| Some People Like A Haunted House ||Feb 11th. at 2:58:27 am EST|
|Joe (Ft Worth, Texas) ||Age: 42 - Email |
Several years ago I was disposing of several rent houses that I had acquired. I was not making enough of a return (this is when the stock market was shooting like a rocket) . I hired an agent and did some advertising myself. I had the properties fairly priced and they were in good condition. New paint, new plumbing fixtures in one especially. They sold in a few months except the one with new things in the bathroom. My last tenant would tell me of odd things like midnight pinches and mysterious bruises. That house would not sell, plenty of lookers but no contracts.
I sat down with my agent (pagan, of course) to brainstorm. Decent neighborhood, not too busy street. Why is this last house not selling?
I didn't change my newspaper ads, (don't need crank callers) but the realtor changed the MLS listing to mention a possible ghost in the premises. We were covered legally through Texas' strict full disclosure laws.
That house was sold and closed in less than 3 weeks!
I asked the buyers at closing (before the paperwork was actually signed and money changed hands) about the "supposed" ghost. He replied "my wife has always lived with spirits! That's why we bought the house."
| HELL YEA I WOULD MOVE INTO A HAUNTED HOUSE IN A HEART BEAT ||Feb 11th. at 3:14:02 am EST|
|JAMESCHRISTIE (Bay City, MI) ||Age: 32 - Email |
I WOULD DO ALMOST ANY THING TO GET OUT OF MY MOM AND DAD'S HOUSE,
JUST SO I WOULD MOVE IN TO A HAUNTED HOUSE AND LIVE THERE NO QUESTIONS ASK.
I WOULD MOVE IN A HEART BEAT IF I COULD. BUT I CANT SO IM STUCK HERE LIVING WITH PARENTS.
SO IF THAT WAS POSSIBLE I WOULD BE THE FIRST ONE LIVING IN THAT HOUSE.......
| Prerequisit For Buying ||Feb 11th. at 3:30:32 am EST|
|Morrighan (Cosmos) ||Age: 24 - Email |
Assuming that I land this job that I want, I intend to buy a house. One of my prerequisits is that it is rumored to be haunted. I'm a bit of a danger bunny when it comes to the paranormal, though don't think I take situations like that lightly. There are many people who've had spirits/entities of various sorts almost destroy their lives.
I like an air of mystique in my surroundings. If my boyfriend ends up where I am, it will be harder to find a place that is significantly haunted. However, if I go to him, (England) then our chances of landing the house of our dreams (nightmares) are greater.
Stupid? Maybe, but as Daphne Zuniga said in, "A Sure Thing, " "I'm the kind of girl that likes to live on the edge."
| Maybe. It Depends... ||Feb 11th. at 4:21:13 am EST|
|Owl Starlight (Aliso Viejo, CA) ||Age: 17 - Email |
Ok, going with the prompt scenario dream house. Plus a few FRIENDLY inhabitants already who like to make their presence (s) known. If they're turning lights off and on, I can see where that would be a minor annoyance at best. I can also see where it might be a help. Rearranging furninture, that's another story. If I had to keep moving my furniture back, I'd get a bit annoyed. After the first few times, I'd ask them to stop. They have been here longer than I have, but it is my house now. If it doesn't stop, I would have to ask them to leave. The reasoning is, if we can coexist peacefully, there probably won't be too many problems, but if we just don't exist well in the same house, I'm not going to put up with it. A ghost has passed on, and doesn't really need a house here anymore. I'm still here, presumably for a reason, and I *do* need shelter.
On the other hand, if at any time I feel that they may *not* be friendly, they're out, sorry, no questions asked. I'm not going to put myself at risk like that, or any pets I may have, or friends or loved ones whom I invite in. But no ghost is going to stop me from moving into a house that I paid for. A house can be cleansed and consecrated. A chance, once passed up, is rarely given again and I don't know many people who get the chance to make their dream house their home.
| I Already Live In A Hounted House. ||Feb 11th. at 4:53:22 am EST|
|Kat (Bellingham, WA) ||Age: 51 - Email |
'Tillie' doesn't cause any real problems (thats the roommates job) , has never scared me, just turns on the TV in the wee hours, opens firmly closed doors to let the cats run wild, is really fasinated with the microwave oven. The house was the first hospital here in the 1880's, but I've never met any of the patients. Guess they didn't need to hang around this long. Tillie lived here since the 20's or 30's up until she died about seven years. When I first moved here I had a huge urge to plant peonys, later a neighbor told me that Tillies brother had dug up all her peonys after she died. Guess she wanted her peonys back.
| Maybe. ||Feb 11th. at 6:09:05 am EST|
|amy wallen (southampton, england) ||Age: 22 - Email |
I'm not sure if I could sense a spiritual presence that easily, but if it was a benevolent one I would have no problems with that. I'd try to find some way to communicate with him/her so that I could learn their wishes (as to whether they wanted to be sent on or not) .
I believe it doesn't really stretch the imagination to accept the paranormal. There's just too much evidence that ghosts do exist. My only experience of a ghost has been that one posed for a photo with my partner and myself in a reputedly haunted nightclub, but that's about it!
Bright Blessings. :-)
| Would I? ||Feb 11th. at 6:44:09 am EST|
|clio (York PA) ||Age: 30 - Email |
I would, if the inhabitant I was sharing the house with was benevolent :)
| Been There. Done That. ||Feb 11th. at 8:11:10 am EST|
|Rosetta Fire (Gainesville, Fl.) ||Age: 29 - Email |
Living in a haunted house isn't as bad as it seems. I did it for the first 11 years of my life. The thing is most people associate "hauntings" with malevolent occurances. These are acctually pretty rare, and the few that are malevolent (i.e. scaring the wits out of the home's inhabitants) are the ones you hear on the Discovery / History/ TLC channels. The majority of type 1 hauntings are very benign. They feel like someone is looking over your shoulder but when you turn to look there is no one there. This may frighten some but after a while it is something you get use to as if you were living with a roommate. You eventually ignore them.
So to answer the question, yes I would live in a haunted house since I have lived in one before and the reality of the situation is that they are not usually scary.
| Not Only Would, But Have ||Feb 11th. at 8:21:10 am EST|
|Starwalker (Down East NC) ||Age: 54 - Email |
Several of the places I have lived have had manifestations of various sorts... There were always "poltergeist" phenomena happening when I was a girl... we'd see door knobs turn and the door open, watched a Christmas ornament unhook itself from the tree and float about ten feet across the room before falling (it was the rustling of the tree that broght our attention to that one!) etc. Tends to run in the family. However I have LIMITS! When I moved into a home with friends in the mts. of NC some time ago, I ended up warding MY room against the ghost who had lived there for some time. HE moved out into the yard (I didn't kick him out of the house, just out of the ROOM, because I was getting no sleep as a result of his nocturnal play sessions with my three cats!)
It started the night I moved in, when there was nothing in the room but a bed, a kitty litter box, food and water dishes, me and the cats. They were literally bouncing off the walls, not disturbed, just playing! I watched them (unable to sleep because of their antics) for hours... I couldn't see their playmate, but it was very obvious they were playing with someone/some thing... and I made VERY sure there was not even a mosquito in there as far as physical beings they might have been stalking with that behavior.
It didn't get any better after a week (giving them time to settle and adjust to their new surroundings) and my friends told me there were often "presences" about... so when I did my routine cleansing/claiming ritual for my space, I added a little warding against uninvited visitors. The bedroom ghost moved to the yard, according to my friend's daughter, who was VERY upset when she arrived for a visit and found that I had kicked "her" ghost out (that had been her room in the past) .
| Always ||Feb 11th. at 10:31:15 am EST|
|Danceswitsacredlandscape (Maidstone, Sk, Canada) ||Age: 35 - Email |
I have moved around so much and then in three different countries. My fondest memories seem to remain with the very first ranch my folks bought here in Canada when I was just a litle girl. I experienced many things there. Often telling my mother that someone was watching us from the attic window whenever we were outside. Of course she'd scoff at me. My stepfather was real dead set against all that. Then my Nanny from Australia came to visit, she too saw things. She slept in my room (which was in one end of the attic) when one night the bedroom window latch opened, then the window opened and a huge gust of wind blew my doll that had been sitting on my dresser infront of the window, across the room to her. She didn't feel welcome there.
I experienced 2 different spirits there. One was kind, a male and the other, a lady was not. Usually sometime after midnight, the room would get cold and the lady would appear. For the first year or so, her visits frightened me. I had a friend over on a sleep over one time. I had told her many things about the place. She was going to experience it for herself this night. Mom was away in Australia on a visit and my stepfather was off at work and wouldn't be home util after 3am. We both were in my bed and couldn't sleep. Then the footsteps came up the stairs, as they normally did every night. Mind you, there were no rooms in the attic prior to us and no stairs up to them either. The sound was like one foot, then foot and cane. One foot, foot and cane. And it was coming up the stairs. We were so frightened. (My room was halfway across the attic opposite the stairs) We threw on the bedroom light then closed my door. But having the door closed seemed even more frightening, so we decided to leave it partly open. I remember putting a string of yarn across the door to the bed, sort of like a tripwire, hanging cloths on it. LOL. Anyhow, we laid there in bed now waiting. Nothing really scary usually accompanied the footsteps but this night was going to be different. The footsteps continued once we lay quiet again. And they were reaching the top of the stairway now. Then we near died with fright when they continued across the first half of the attic towards my bedroom door. We were both watching the small opening of the door. Waiting for whoever it was. Then the light switch was turned off. We screamed! Then all was okay because we could hear my stepfather's truck coming in the driveway. My friend never spoke to me after that.
I never knew the history of that place at first. I would receive these visits from the lady, who seemed to thrive on keeping me up, then the other visitor, the man would come and the room would warm up and she'd be gone. He often sat on my bed and I could feel him next to my legs. I would feel comforted by his visits. I wanted to know what happened and who he was. So I slipped into a sort of trance. I heard a woman yelling downstairs. She was saying that she poisoned his food with arsenic. Then spoke his name, Billy Wedge. I looked into it and out found that this ranch used to belong to a man named Billy Wedge in the 1800's. The ranch was a stopover for horses, as this stretch of the Telkwa Hi-road was the main thoroughfare. This particular house was a barn. Now he had tried to build a nice house not far from it, but someone burned it down on him. So he built about a couple of miles away. It was in that house that he had a live in nurse. One day a neighbor was driving by when they happened to notice Billy's truck door was open with no one around. A load of grain was still in the back of the pickup. So they went in to investigate and found Billy dead. An investigation later revealed that he had been poisoned with the use of arsenic and that nurse was charged. Whatever happened to her, I don't know but she chose to remain at the ranch after her physical death.Now where he died, we couldn't get our horses to pass by for many years. It was famous in the area for being haunted then it burned down one night due to an electrical problem.
Anyhow, as my stepfather began building corrals he was told by a neighbor that Billy had built the same in the past. Same type and same location. Once in a while, the tractor would go on its own while in the field. My stepfather would jokingly say it was Billy but that was about it for him. My faorite thing as a kid was to explore. And I loved to dig up old rock piles to see what I could find. My sisters and neighbor's sons were always with me. I would say things like "What if we would find..." and sure enough, we'd find what I had just said every time. I really spooked them out. My mother felt nervous about the rockpiles and told me to leave them alone. But I would still dig through them whenever I possible could. The urge was just too strong. I was looking for something. I came across an old pocket watch and a few other neat things but that was not what I was looking for and for the life of me, I don't really know what it was.
The nightly visits kept happening. Often times, I would wake up after midnight, then pull out my guitar from under my bed and write a song instantly. Where this came from I don't know.
Now, not all memories about this place I am fond of. There are many pains. Most of which are of my pets. Every single last one of them died. Just mine. My cats, my rabbit, my dog and my horse. I couldn't understand it.
I eventually told the nurse that she was no longer welcome. That she no longer frightened me and she was to leave. She did. But Billy was welcome, as this was his home too. He did remain.
This was just a small bit of what happened there and I have had many since everywhere I had lived. It just took a while for me to accept it and move on. I've learned way more since that age. The ranch was my first experience of not only being able to see, but also hear and feel. I would never change a single moment.
| Yep ||Feb 11th. at 10:43:35 am EST|
|Daine Sarisi (School) ||Age: 17 - Email |
Already done that! It was awsome stuff moving around the house, doors opening and closing without anybody around...... it was cool!
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