kimrose
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Yes, by word of mouth only, though. The house was built in either the 1930s or '40s. My parents owned it longer than any previous owner, 30 years. We knew of three of the previous owners, and bought it from family friends, who were happy when they moved in, and divorced three years later, selling the house. The people they bought it from, I remember seeing the daughter in school, although she was older and I wasn't friends with her, but she always looked serious and borderline distressed, she never smiled. I don't know of any deaths in the house, other than my dad in 2008. I have no history on the land prior to the house being built. Yes, my parents had their own experiences there, as well. One time, they were sitting in the living room watching TV. All of a sudden there was a loud crashing sound coming from the kitchen, which was right off the living room. They rushed in to see what the heck it was, and nothing. Not a thing was out of place and they could never explain what had happened. My dad said it sounded like every dish and pot in the cabinets had crashed to the floor, although he was never one to rush to judgement about what it might be, you understand. He was a very level headed man who always tried to find a mundane reason for things. Although, he admitted that not everything could be easily explained away. And then my mom with her wrapping paper I told about in the OP, of course. There were others over the years, but those are the two that I remember the most concerning them.
Oh, and the back bedroom I used to use as a play room. We called it the Pink Room, because the walls were painted pink when we bought the house. It was a very little cute room, it had a bed that was built into the wall about four feet off the floor, with built in drawers and closet underneath. My mom made pretty pink curtains for it, so you could get in there and feel like a hidden princess, lol, it was perfect for a nine year old girl. I loved it at first! I quit going in that room within the first year after we moved in, because the feeling in there was raw and creepy, like the walls were closing in, your skin just prickled and it felt like someone was staring at you, like they were gonna come around the corner from the bedroom door entryway at any second. It just didn't feel pleasant, it felt foreboding and heavy, scary really. Sometimes I would stop and stare at that corner and literally hold my breath, to try and hear if there was someone there, because it felt like there was. The last time I ran out of there, I couldn't take it anymore and I abandoned all of my toys, never going back in to retrieve them. My dad decided to use it as his "radio" room, he was big into ham radio, but even he grew tired of the "creepy unsettling" feeling, and eventually he abandoned it, too. It became a storage room after that. The light to that room started coming on all by itself now and then, a few years later and continued to do so for the duration of our time there. And I mean the light switch flipped to the up/on position, no faulty wiring or anything. You could walk by that door and the light was off, walk right back by it one minute later and it would be on. Even when my son and I were cleaning the house out after my mom died, it came on once. We had not even gone into that room yet, we were saving it for last, lol, and there were boxes in front of the door. We had left the day before, then when we came back the next day, that damn light was ON!! We had to move all of the boxes to turn it off. I will admit that did scare me. lol. There was absolutely NO WAY we could say maybe somebody turned it on and forgot to turn it off. Nobody was in the house!
