Any Of You Ever lived In A Haunted House?

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I hear you all talking about smelling "lily of the valley and cigar smoke". That kinda funny because when I lived at my grandparents house when they were gone, you could smell my grandpa's pipe and my grandma's perfume. But she wore "lilacs" perfume. It would only be for a second or two and then it would smell like moth balls again.
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About 30 years ago my DH was just a teenager. He has a younger brother with CP. He worked for a furniture moving company and they were cleaning out an old bar called the G.A.R.BAR that dated back to the 1800's. They were told if there was anything they wanted they could take it so.....there were two pianos on in the basement and one on second floor. The one in the basement must have been put in the building before someone remodeled because there was no way it could have fit up/down the stairs, but the one on the second floor seemed older and was much fancier. Anyway he took the piano from the second story home to his little brother to bang on. Years later after we got married and little brother had grown up and moved out DH decided to bring the piano to our home for our girls to play on. Well one after noon when oldest DD was in school and youngest DD was napping I started to dose off on the sofa...all of a sudden I hear this loud noise like in a very busy restaurant or dinning hall. All kind of voices, the sound of dishes and silver ware clanking and a piano playing! I sit straight up and the sound stops. When DH gets home I tell him and he laughs, just a dream he says.
About 2 weeks later on a Sunday he takes a nap on the sofa and the same thing happened to him. He comes running out side to tell me. I tell him....right.. just a dream.
About 2 years after this happened the man who bought the building the piano came from was renovating it into a photog studio. He told us about this big huge mirror that was lifted off of the second story balcony and thrown to the first floor just missing him by feet. There was no one else in the building but him and the mirror had to go over a railing. This is the same floor our piano came from!


Needless to say when we moved we never took the piano out of the trailer its still there in the shop....I have a haunted piano for sale!!!!
 
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That's pretty much the exact opposite of the dreams I have when people close to me die.. Invariably, I'll have dreams in the days shortly after the service where the come to me, still dead -- like, obviously dead -- and they'll either cry and ask me to help them or they'll be uncharacteristically mean..

Two really, really bad instance..

My best friend hung himself.. He was 16, I was about 14. I had a dream right after that where I saw him with bloodshot eyes, a pale, dead face, and rope burns around his neck.. He cried and told me that he hadn't hanged himself, but was murdered, and that he didn't want to be dead. He begged me to help him.

The other was my grandfather, who was like a second (or, third, more like) father to me.. I had a dream right after he passed where he came back and was chasing me around, tryng to kill me.. Saying all kinds of nasty things. When he was alive, though, he was better to me than anybody else I'd ever been around in my whole life.

Weird..
 
We have kind spirits in our house. This is the house that DH grew up in.
When I first moved in here, if I couldn't find something I needed in the kitchen or wherever, all I had to do was ask DH's mom (outloud) and ta-da! I would find it.

There's also the incident involving me getting hit in the head with DH's deceased brother's bowling trophy. I can't go into the details on a family friendly forum, but I don't think his brother liked me very much at first.
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This happens to me also.
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It happens just as I'm falling asleep and I'll hear someone shout my name. Sometimes I'll hear the sound of shattering glass, or a scream.

My mom told me once that it is her saying my name that I hear at night. I had told her about it and when it happened, and she said that at that same time she was talking to a friend, and was telling him that if she thinks or says my name loudly, that I'll hear it. Knowing my mom, I have to believe her on that one!

My mom just has a cellphone now, but a few years back she just had a landline, no caller ID. Almost every time I called her, she would pick up the phone, "Hi, Rosebud!" (my nickname.) I got so used to her knowing it was me that it became normal. Another time I forgot the buzzer number to her new condo. When I phoned to ask, before I even opened my mouth, she answered, "310!"

She told me that she hears "mom" in her head sometimes and knows that we are thinking about her or talking about her.
If anybody is going to be haunting me when they die, it will be her.
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Knowing her, she'll enjoy it, too.
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I have ISP. The last episode occurred about six days ago. I've had it and some variation of astral projection for as long as I can remember. Sometimes when I'm awake, or...getting there, rather, I feel presences. Every now and then I'll see "shadow figures". I can remember when I was three & four, if not earlier, trying to bring myself back from such experiences by telling myself "wake up, it'll go away...just wake up.". I could feel myself trying so hard to wake myself up. The last ISP episode I had, I was straining to talk. I remember trying to rasp out "Get away satan, I rebuke you, get away!". I woke myself up. I was so unsettled it took a while for me to get back to sleep.

My house is very old, and was built by my great, great grandmother on my dad's side. The only people that've lived in this house have been in the family. I don't know much about the history of the house, but I can tell you it's haunted. I'm borderline on whether or not "ghosts" are real, but there have been undeniable experiences. Ever since I was little, I've felt "people", heard things, seen "shadow figures", things like that. One night when I was about nine or ten, MAYBE eleven, I was up late one night sitting on my bedroom floor watching some ghost hunter show on TV. All the sudden, my door slammed shut. Like, SLAMMED. No draft, no A/C, no nothing. When I'm home alone, I'll hear people talking in the back room.

I remember one time when I was twelve, I was laying in bed pretty late one night, and I heard a child make a scream, or cry...laugh...some loud noise outside of my door. It was clearly a childs voice, but I don't remember exactly what it sounded like. My brother was asleep in my parents room last night, and after asking mom the next morning, I found out he slept all night, so it wasn't him. My mom isn't a strong believer in "ghosts", either, but she'll tell you she'll randomly smell cigarette smoke (grandpa used to smoke), and see "things" out of the corner of her eye. When my brother was about two (he's 6 1/2 now), he did something my mom and I will never forget. Me, and my mom were talking when all the sudden my toddler brother goes "Momma, who's that man?" -- "What man?" -- "That man looking in the window.".

I can feel when things aren't quite "right". I don't know -- I reckon I'm just an odd one.

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To add to the fact that I'm a little on the "off" side, I tend to remember things, places, and people I've never done, been to, or met. Certain smells trigger certain memories, and they're as clear as the day is long. Sometimes the "memories" come in dreams, sometimes they're just that -- memories.
 
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I'm really enjoying reading all of your stories and thought I'd add some more of mine. Our house in San Diego didn't start out with anything, but I believe during a really rough patch that I went through and wasn't very happy, I somehow managed to open a doorway. DH & I didn't like to sleep in the living room at night. It always felt like you were being watched. DH and I would see moving shadows. My DD's would hear knocking on one of their bedroom walls and their names being called from the backyard. I would hear a little girl calling me "Mommy" and DD's wouldn't be home. Several times, when I'd be napping and between sleep and wakefulness, I'd hear three people talking. Once I heard the woman say "Sshh, she can hear us" and the talking stopped. Another time while napping, I heard my DFIL call my name, clear as day. I woke up and starting looking around the house, assuming DH had brought his dad over to visit. No one was there. This was when DFIL had become very ill and only lasted a few more months.

The creepiest thing was the ants. I swear antropolis was built under my foundation. One day I hung up a bunch of pictures in the hallway. Later that evening, I came home and there were ants all over the hallway. I went to the back bathroom (on the other side of the hallway wall) and the bath/shower and floor were black with ants. The master bath was just as bad. We had to use the showerheads on the walls to clean them off, twice. We could never tell where the ants were coming from. The shower door would be clean and a minute later it would be covered with ants.

So far so good at our new house.
 
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