Moving day. A happy, well-to-do family eagerly unloads from their car, excited to begin the next chapter of their lives in their new home. The “Price Reduced: For Sale” sign now reads “Sold.” They were able to buy this house at a great bargain, and today is their day to make it their own.
The movers are nowhere to be found, and a paper flutters upon the front door. It’s a note. “We left your boxes in the foyer,” it reads. “We couldn’t stay here any longer. Good luck.”
The family is unnerved by the note, but are determined not to put a damper on moving day. They unlock and open the front door. It creaks eerily, opening into silence. Suddenly, the quiet of the vacant room is cracked by a gruff whisper, “Gettttt ouuuut!”
The house is empty.
You’ve seen this scenario in movies and T.V. but many homeowners say it isn’t a script. It’s real. These are their true stories.
“In 2003, my family and I moved into a larger, older house in our town. A lot of stuff ended up happening to us when we lived there, but the first occurrence was the day after we moved in. I took the day off to finish unpacking while the kids were at school. I was putting some things away upstairs when the downstairs landline phone began to ring.
It was the police. They said they had received many 9-1-1 hangup calls from my line, and they wanted to know if everything was okay. I said yes, I was home alone and I had not called them, much less multiple times. They explained the emergency number was not for prank calls, and I agreed and apologized before hanging up.
I went back upstairs and resumed unpacking, but it had not been more than five minutes when the phone rang again. It was the police, and they had received two more hang up calls from my number. They were sending a deputy to my house to make sure everything was okay. I maintained I did not call them, but I had no other explanation. After I hung up, I angrily unplugged the phone from the power outlet and the telephone jack. I would deal with it later.
A little while later, the deputy arrived. I threw the phone in an empty box and went to the front door, all the while I was trying to figure out how to explain the strange situation. As soon as I opened the door, the phone, the unplugged phone began ringing in the box where I had left it.
Needless to say, I didn’t answer it.”
I purchased a fixer-upper with the plan of renovating the property and renting it out. The house had been abandoned for many years, so it was a massive project. I hired some very reputable contractors, but, not long into the renovation, they kept running into problems.
Apparently, tools would go missing and reappear in strange, unexplainable places, and everyone just got creeped out by the place. I brushed it off and figured it was just because of carelessness, and tools were getting lost. However, a couple of weeks later, I got a frantic call. Three workers had witnessed a hammer fly across the room as if it was picked up and thrown. The whole crew quit on the spot. Their reason being they “refused to work in that monster house!”
“I purchased a beautiful old Victorian that came with quite a bit of land. After we had moved in, weird things started happening almost on a daily basis. I’d see glimpses of a person out of the corner of my eye, doors would slam, and there were a few unexplainable instances of stuff moving on its own.
I’m a bit of a history buff, so I decided to dig into the house’s old paperwork and see if I could find anything interesting. I was shocked. It turns out, this house was once the home of the area doctor and his family back in the 19th century. Not only did my property operate as a hospital for the nearby town, but there was a small, forgotten and overgrown family cemetery on the land.
We went out and found the cemetery and cleaned it up. We cleared out all the weeds, put flowers at each of the stones, and made sure to go back and check on it from time to time. After that, the activity pretty much stopped. I think the family had only been trying to remind us that they were still there, and I’d like to believe that we gave them the respect they deserved.”
I realized something was up right when we moved in. I’d feel like I was being watched all the time, and sometimes I’d come home to find the kitchen faucet running or the cabinets wide open. My son, who was three at the time, started chatting and playing with an imaginary friend named “Charlie” who, by his words, “lived in the floor.”
It freaked me out at first, of course. But I knew I couldn’t afford to sell the house. Eventually, I ended up making peace with the whole thing. Now, anytime something happens, I just say “hi, Charlie” and go about my business.
I moved into a house that had been owned by the same family since the 1920s. About a year had gone by, and nothing strange ever happened— until I had to go under the house to check on some plumbing.
In the crawlspace, I found quite a few old jars that had been placed in certain areas under the house. The jars were definitely old, and mostly contained different bundles of dried herbs and a few polished, colorful stones. They had obviously been there for some time. I was so excited about my find that I immediately brought them up to show to my wife. I learned pretty quickly, though, I should have left them.
We started hearing all sorts of stuff at night. We heard footsteps pacing outside our door, whispering in empty rooms, and the last straw was when we heard the humming of a lullaby over our baby monitor. I had never believed in stuff like that before, but we were both freaked out.
My wife made the point that nothing had happened until I found those jars. After a bit of Googling, I learned that placing jars filled with herbs and stones under a newly-built house was a common superstition back in the day. Those jars had probably been put there for a reason, so I immediately took the jars back into the crawlspace and placed them exactly where I found them under the house. I don’t know who I was talking to, but I apologized over and over, saying I’d never move them again. We never had anything happen after that, and I learned my lesson.
“I was a landlord of multiple properties for a number of years, but I had one rental home that just couldn’t keep tenants. A family would move in for a few months, but that’s it. They’d always end up breaking the lease and move out because they claimed the house was haunted. One family was so scared, they moved out in the middle of the night!
I guess they packed up in a hurry because their stuff was gone and they just left me a note saying, “we couldn’t take it anymore. We left you our washer. You can keep it.”
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