Any Of You Ever lived In A Haunted House?

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While, not a believer in ghosts, I did have a couple of "experiences".

I was 9 and had a Cocker that got out of the backyard. I chased her through our yard and then the neighbors, she saw a man on a bycicle on the opposite side of the road and went after him. She got nailed by a truck, and thrashed around in the road screaming. I was hot on that dog's "nub" and was actually only a couple feet from the white line myself. Something snatched me by the back of my collar and kept me from the road and being hit myself. To this day I question, if it was my own inhibition that kept me from the road, but I still recall the sensation of someone snatching the back of my shirt collar. The dog died there on the side of the road, the experience was surreal even as a 9 year old. We carried her to the backyard for my father to bury. I was in shock, and after standing over the dog waving flies off her eyes, my mother shooed me inside to watch tv. I went to the livingroom and sat down to watch cartoons. My Cocker walked between me and the television, I told her to please get out of the way of the television, and after I realized that she was "actually" laying dead in the backyard I looked around the room for "her" and she was gone. Still think it was just me being in shock, but an experience nonetheless.

Another time, we were wagontraining were we take the horses and trailers and go camping and trail riding for the weekend. Just before we each settled in our own trailers to sleep we saw a convoy of army trucks haul tail into the woods for field practice. We joked that they would come through camp and turn the horses loose.

Well, I couldn't sleep because the trailer we were in didn't lock from the inside, so we left the door cracked so we could get out and use the bathroom. Well about 2AM someone knocked on the trailer. My friend lifted her head and we both laid there and walked the door, again a knock. Then my friend yells "Clint, QUIT!" because she thought her younger brother was playing a prank. Then we hear 3 sets of feet run to our trailer and open the door. Turns out that every person and their buddy was in their own respective trailers and everyone swears they didn't do it. We walked all around our campsite with flashlights and found one horse loose, but she was notorious for it. Never did figure out who knocked on our trailer.
 
Not sure if it was haunted or not but my grandpa and grandmas house you could always here someone walking in the other rooms, and one night me and a friend staid all night and heard something in the kitchen and watched a small light move around the kitchen. Then next morning a whole loaf of bread was gone, it was full the night before and just a few pieces left that morning. Also my grandma and grandpa both got bed ridden and had to have someone to stay with them, at different times though, my grandma died a few years before my grandpa, but both would talk to someone that wasn't there. My gandma swore up and down she shaw people and would say it was one of us (she was legally blind) she could only see shadows. They built there house so no one died in it, there was an old slave graveyard on the farm.

Also my parents house, you can hear someone about the same time every night walk around in my bedroom from downstairs. We also have a a key holder hanging from our kitchen cabinets comeing into the dinning room, we had been talking about my aunt that commited suicide In my grandmas house after they moved into it, ( long after the other incidents) which is about a half mile from this house. (same farm) anyhows there was a lil bucket that had keys in it started moving and it moved for a good hour back and forth not , draft nothing we even stopped it and it would start again..HMMM???
 
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My brother rented a house here in KY (just a few miles down the road actually) that was also part of the URR. I believe it was more for escaped slaves though. The reason I think this is that there are 2 or 3 hidden rooms in the house, and one of them had shackles attached to the wall. The only access to that room (attic) was behind the fireplace of a room that was also hidden, the only entrance being a fake wall in the back of a kitchen pantry. There are many stories I've heard about this house, but one in particular sticks out.

When my brother first moved in, it was with his now wife and 2 friends of theirs. The friends had custody of their 2 year old niece. So it was my brother, his Gf, their 2 friends, and 1 little girl. The little girl was always playing with someone, I can't remember the name she called her 'friend'. Anyway, one day the little girl came running into the room that my brother and everyone was sitting in, giggling and just having a great time. She put her head down in the seat of a chair, and her legs and butt proceeded to lift up to where she was slightly more than parallel to the chair. No way a 2 y/o could do that on her own! After a few seconds, her feet were lowered back to the floor, and she was off playing again.

There are many other stories of that house, I'm sure I've posted on this forum before. I hate that house, I've only been in it twice, but that was 2 times too many for me. How someone can actually live there is beyond me
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I haven't lived in a haunted house but we're going to knock over an evil old house so we can build a new one! I can't wait for that thing to go!
 
My parent's house isn't haunted, per se, but we had one odd thing happen there. My Dad died unexpectedly when I was 22. I was chosen to be the one to leave college and help my mom get through the first few months.

After the funeral, my sisters left for college and it was just me and Mom. A few days passed in silence and grief. Then, one night, I was awakened by a weird noise. My mom came to ask me what I was doing, but we just looked bewildered at each other. We followed the noise and found it coming from my sister's closet. Up on the top shelf, buried under piles of stuff, was an alarm clock, still in the box. My Dad had bought this for my sister years before as she was notoriously hard to waken. The alarm clock looked like a cartoon cannon. The noise was a blast followed by the sound of horses neighing and galloping, mimicking a cavalry charge. If ignored, the alarm was designed to get increasingly louder. Well, sis never used it because she had no interest in being awakened, so it stayed in the box on the shelf. Yet now it was going off, and VERY loudly. My mom tried to turn it off, but we couldn't find the magic button. We pressed the sides of the wheels, the end of the cannon, wiggled it, nothing! (???????) In desperation, we opened the bottom to remove the batteries, but the battery case was empty. It stopped right then and we just stared in disbelief, then we laughed and laughed and laughed, the first time in what seemed like forever, knowing Dad was still being Dad.
 
Many years ago ( 1984 ), husband and I were returning from Germany to Fort Stewart in Savannah, GA. I picked out a house I liked and we moved in one week later. I was going into my 7th month of pregnancy with my son and was taking my time unpacking the kitchen, cleaning cabinets and drawers and unpacking my things and putting away.

I went into the diningroom to grab another box of kitchen stuff and returned to the kitchen to find all of the cabinets doors I had just cleaned and closed were standing completely open. I shrugged it off and continued doing what I was doing. The same thing happened two more times before my DH came home from post. I told him what had happened and he said I was being paranoid. We went to bed that evening only to awake to all the cabinet doors and the drawers open in the kitchen the next morning. He swore I was trying to prank him and went to work.

I continued unpacking working in the livingroom and went to the kitchen several times to find all the doors and drawers open. I was beginning to get nervous but did not mention it to DH that next morning the same thing...all the doors and drawers open. I went into the kitchen to cook breakfast and could not stay in the kitchen because of an overwhelming feeling of fear. So, I stayed working in the bedroom that day. We went to bed that night and were both awakened by the sound of the cabinet doors banging open and slamming closed. DH went to investigate and found the doors and drawers all open.

The next day he went to work and I slept in...I went into the kitchen to cook my breakfast and all of my knives from the drawers and my butcher block were laying on the counter in a perfectly straight row according to size. I sort of gasped and stepped back and felt a hand on my lower back. I turned around to no one there, I was alone in the house. Then very suddenly, I felt someone pushing on my huge belly really hard and it felt like ice. I jumped, ran to grab my purse and left the house to go to post and find my husband...I was in my PJs and slippers. I never stepped foot back in the house again. I called the movers and immediately to went to the realtor to find a new place to rent. The movers came and packed everything and moved it to our new place three days later.

I just knew that spirit did not have good intentions and I was taking no chances in my last trimester.
 
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That entire city is a unique place...filled with history and memories. We spent many weekends in St Augustine over the years
 

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