I Think We Have Ghosts

by RhodesTer on January 27, 2010

GhostbustersCoffeesister and I have been living in this old house for a few months, and we think it’s rather ghostly.

It was built in 1963 for the hospital supervisor of the area but we don’t know anything beyond that. We don’t know its history or if there were any traumatic events like murders, births, shootings, wild parties, frat initiations, explosions, poisonings, stabbings, exorcisms or seances.

It’s a rental that belongs to a property management firm, so there are no creepy old caretakers full of stories or dusty books laying around with accounts of evil deeds that have been done within these hallowed walls.

Nothing like that.

Of course, a house this old is bound to have had some interesting activity at one time or another, and it’s likely that a few of the former occupants are now deceased. Whoever they were, they lived here, which means they’ve laughed here, screamed here, cried here and maybe even died here.

I hate not knowing.

Cousin Jo rents the whole house and in turn rents out rooms to a handful of housemates, including us.  She has a few slightly-more-than-riveting stories, one of which is that screams have been heard emanating from the living room area on two occasions. She swears this is true, because she heard it along with several other housemates.

She said it was a lady screaming – both times were in the afternoon – and nobody was in the living room when it occurred. The others who heard it corroborate her story, saying it sounded like a woman being murdered right there next to the fireplace. It was as loud as if she were actually standing in there screaming, with no ghostly, ethereal aura about it at all, as if it were really happening at the moment. On both occasions they rushed into the living room thinking something dreadful had happened, only to find.. nothing.


Thanks for telling me this, Jo. I have to live here for a bit longer.

This place is creepy, and stories like that don’t help. Jo tells of other things that make her feel like there are more residents in this house than just us. Little glimpses of shadowy figures who turn out not to be there and, on rare occasion, the feeling of being touched or having someone standing next to you when you’re alone.

I know what she means.

Last week I was headed to the kitchen. It’s at the end of a long hall and the room we’re renting is down on the other end. I left our room and as I approached the kitchen I saw that the door was open. This isn’t unusual, and neither was seeing someone cross from right to left just inside the door. But stepping into the kitchen a few moments later and finding that nobody was in there after I’d just seen someone cross the door moments earlier, well.. that was unusual.

I looked to the left and there was nowhere anyone could have gone. I even looked under the table, thinking someone was messing with me. That’s how sure I was I’d just seen someone cross. They couldn’t have crossed back to the right and exited without me seeing them. I was sure I’d seen someone – wearing blue – but it was such a quick glimpse, I couldn’t tell if it was male of female. Literally one second before stepping into the kitchen I fully expected to see cousin Jo or one of the four other housemates taking a seat at the table.

But nobody was there.

I turned around and went back through the door into the hall, then stepped through the front door out onto the porch. Amanda, one of the four housemates, was standing there smoking a cig.

“Were you just in the kitchen?

“No, why?”

A glimpse at her cigarette showed she’d been there for at least a few minutes – it was burned down to the halfway point. And realistically, there’s no way she could have gotten from that kitchen table to the front porch without going past me. Also, she wasn’t wearing blue.

“No reason, sorry. Thought I just saw someone when I walked in there, but no one’s there.”

She took a nonchalant drag from her cig and exhaled matter-of-factly.

“Probably just one of the ghosts.”

Thanks Amanda. Damn.

She’s been here for a few years and was one of the witnesses to cousin Jo’s story of the screaming woman. Amanda was in her own room while Jo was in hers during one of those occurrences and she converged on the living room with Jo and several others to find nobody getting murdered.

Which is a good thing, I guess, except maybe a woman did get murdered in 1972 or something, and it keeps replaying over and over.

Maybe she was wearing blue.

It’d be more understandable if this place were like the Addams family mansion, but it’s not. It’s just a large, sprawling five-bedroom ranch style house in the middle of suburbia.

It’s totally normal looking.

Just like the house in Amityville.

The Amityville House

I think I’m ready to move on.

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1 Rene January 27, 2010 at 10:45 am

You have to make friends with them Dave. Being afraid is exactly what they want. Laugh in their faces and they’ll leave you alone. Seriously.
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2 RhodesTer January 27, 2010 at 4:36 pm

I dunno, Rene, I’ve laughed in your face and you keep coming back ;-)


3 Krispy January 27, 2010 at 9:44 pm

except maybe a woman did get murdered in 1972 or something, and it keeps replaying over and over

Well, thanks A LOT, Pal, for the next couple of nights I’ll spend wide awake in MY house listening for YOUR ghost!

Well, not your ghost, as you haven’t given it up yet, but, hell, you know what I mean.


4 RhodesTer January 27, 2010 at 9:48 pm

Man, you’re like two thousand miles away. I’m sure there are hundreds if not thousands of houses that are a lot more haunted than ours which are a hell of a lot closer to you.

Sleep well.


5 cinderkeys January 28, 2010 at 10:18 pm

I don’t believe in ghosts. However, if I kept hearing one screaming in anguish, I wouldn’t want to laugh at it. I’d want to find out how to help it.

There have gotta be better ways to spend an afterlife than constantly reliving an agonizing death.
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6 RhodesTer January 29, 2010 at 2:35 am

Trust me, Susan, nobody around here is laughing at the screaming lady.

So.. you hear that, along with two or three other people, you run to the living room and nobody is there. Help how, exactly?


7 cinderkeys January 29, 2010 at 3:59 pm

I contacted my friend who knows about such things, and here’s what he said.

Smudging (which involves burning sage) takes away the bad vibes. Essentially it clears everything out of the space, including ghosts, and makes it your space.

My friend says that you have to do this with intent (i.e., think about why you’re doing it instead of just running from room to room, waving your smudge stick). You also have to do it with goodness in your heart. Say something like “Move into the light” rather than “Get out of here and quit screaming at us!” The ghost will realize it doesn’t need to relive whatever bad moment it’s stuck in, Groundhog Day-style, and will move on to a happier place.

If you do this, let us know how what happens. I tend to look to natural causes for weird phenomena (no, I don’t have any ideas here), so I’m very curious as to how it all works out.
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8 RhodesTer January 29, 2010 at 8:06 pm

Good to know, but we’re not going to be doing that. We’re leaving here in a few days anyway. Thanks for the info though, and I hope whatever is hanging out finds peace someday.


9 Melissa Donovan January 29, 2010 at 12:12 am

I could have sworn I heard Twilight Zone music playing while I read this post. When I was in college, a friend and I rented a townhouse and we thought it was haunted by a little boy ghost. Oddly enough, we never experienced anything like screams or shadows but we both felt a presence. Good luck with your ghosts, by the way. If nothing else, they’ll provide you with lots of story ideas.
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10 RhodesTer January 29, 2010 at 2:36 am

Yes, the Twilight Zone theme was playing and the post was narrated by the ghost of Rod Serling. Fitting.


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