We, my wife and our 4 children moved into our rental home in May 2018. Three girls, now 17, 16 and 10. One boy now 13. We are a combined family. We got married in May of 2015. The family gets along well and we love each other. The house was built in 1954, is about 1200 sqft, has 3 bedroom and 1.5 bath and a full unfinished basement. (We live in the suburbs of a growing Midwestern metropolitan area.) The house felt “off” from the first time I walked in during our first tour. Another family was still renting it and their stuff was still in place as they had not begun packing. My wife fell in love with the place at first breath. I didn’t share that feeling. I liked it and was excited by the possibility of actually being in our first house together, everything had been apartments and a town home at this point. But… As they say, there was something about it, it was “off”. As with most houses built in this time period, there are only overhead lights in the kitchen, halls and bathrooms. The house was painted in typical renters beige and the living room ceiling is brown ship lap and beams giving the place a dark feel. It isn’t well maintained and shows it age. The bathrooms are a mis-match of second hand store finds and nothing new has been added in a decade or more. It’s a crap house all in all, but it is our home and I am thankful for it. As I was saying, the first tour… I could feel something, like walking into a party you were not invited to and everyone is watching except it was the owner, her son, my wife and myself. And silent. It was so quiet. The tour was fast, we barely got to see anything. Whole tour lasted maybe 15 minutes. As we drove away, my wife was beyond words and was ready to move in. I was spooked but also wanted to move into a house and knew this was most likely our chance, our only chance. Rent was cheap. Super cheap. Probably $500 less a month than it should be, even with the bad condition it is in and the neighborhood generates higher rents. After a few weeks of far too much effort than it should’ve been, we got the word and began the steps to move in. A few days before we moved in, I had a minor heart attack and was unable to help with the move at all.My wife, the kids and our family did everything. I include that because we started off in a weird place in our lives. The vibe was already weird because of my heart attack and the scare it created so it is hard to pinpoint when the house or whatever it is started to show its face. But it did. Small things… “Did you hear that?” “Did you say something?” “Who left this door open?” “I swear I just saw something in the corner of my eye, did you see anything?” This grew into… “I heard footsteps down the hall while you were gone.” “There was someone outside my door last night.” “I don’t want to sleep in that room alone.” And my favorite… “This house scares me, let’s move.” From my oldest daughter. All this was in the first 6 months or so. The next few things happen in the ensuing months, I will do my best to get them in order but know I will not do so fully. The last section of this will be in order. The kids split their time between our house and our exes. For the most part, all of us get along as divorced families are capable. Honestly, I get along with my ex wife better now than when I was married to her. I think my wife can say the same about her ex as well. Kids come first for all of us. I say that to set up the fact that my wife and I sometimes spend a few days at a time without any children at home, this is why some of these stories won’t include them.
The Basement Show About 4 months back, my wife and I arrived home by ourselves, it was after work, probably around 6:00 pm. I went to the full bathroom in the hall and she was in the small half bath by the kitchen. She heard our ukulele playing by itself in the basement. Not a song, but as if someone was plucking each string up and down individually. The basement is unfinished but has a large area that has stuck on tiles on the floor and shitty paneling. There is also an old couch down there with a chest used as a coffee table. Kids used to spend time down there but have not for months. The ukulele had been left on the chest. She asked me when I returned back to the kitchen if I had been downstairs, of course I had not. She was ghost white. I asked her why and she told me what she had heard. Here is the thing, she doesn’t make things up. I am unsure she is capable. She is pure and sweet and as friendly and caring as anyone is capable, a stark contrast to the asshole I think I am. I digress… I go downstairs with her in tow. I walk to where the instrument is laying and pluck the strings one by one, look over at her as I do and she is struck still. I ask if this is what she heard and she nods yes. I then walk the basement which doesn’t take long, check the windows, and there is no sign anyone was there. I took the instrument to my closet and it had stayed there since.
Mom not Mom Around the same time of the previous incident, I think it was close to 11:00 pm when this took place. We are all getting electronics shut off for the night and gathering our things to go to bed. The boy goes to his room which is next to ours and falls fast asleep. Our 17 year old is in her room at the end of the hall and her door opens directly into the hall. Our room is next to hers but our door faces the wall adjacent to her door. I am laying in bed, on my phone, and my wife is up making sure the kids are ready for bed and don’t need anything. She is always the last to come to bed and I always wait up for her. She had been in our oldest daughter’s room about 10-15 minutes prior to the next thing. (She shares the room with my 16 year old daughter who was gone that night at a friends house). As the next incident happens, she (my wife) is in bed with me and we are sitting up talking about the day. Our daughter texts and asks if her was just in her room. She responds that yes, she had been in there about 10-15 minutes ago and they had talked and said goodnight. Our daughter told her, no, had she literally just been in there. My wife said she had not. Daughter then told her that she was in bed and looking at her phone. Wife went in, told her good night…again, then closed the door. For the next hour or more, she swore someone was walking up and down the hall and stopping in front of our door. As she texted us, I went out and searched the house. Top to bottom. I thought maybe she was just in her head and bothered by what had just happened. I went in her room at one point to talk to her. When I saw her, I knew she wasn’t seeing or hearing things. Her face told me she 100% knew what she saw was real. My wife and I couldn’t hear it or see it. None of it. That was the last night she stayed in that room. I don’t think anyone has since. They sometimes hang out there during the day, but as soon as it is dark, it is unoccupied. In fact, all 4 of the kids sleep in the same room now, by their choice. Two on the floor using the mattress from the unoccupied room and two in their beds. No one will sleep in there. Plus it is cold in there. Icebox. I hate that room.
The Boy’s Closet This event is within a month or so after the previous one. Again end of the night and I am following my son into his room. There is a closet with a sliding door on the wall to the left as you enter. One door is always open, as it was this night. As we enter, a sleeve to one of his shirts is sticking out, parallel with the floor. It stays for a few seconds and drops. He looks at me and we don’t know what to say. After a few more moments he laughs, “this place is weird.” Even now, he will talk about it but he does not seemed phased. I am.
Hall Bathroom Last summer, wife and I were going into the hall bathroom to find some meds. As she opened the door, it swung open as if someone was in there and was exiting as we were going in. It was so sudden and strong that she apologized to whomever we had walked in on. Bathroom was empty. A few days ago, that same bathroom turned ice cold, literally in a 5 minute time period. It was as if the window had been left open on a much colder day than what we were experiencing at the time. We checked the window and it was shut and there was barely any draft coming in, no more than usual. Left and closed the door. Maybe 15 minutes later I went back in, it was just as warm as the rest of the house. (Side Note: I work in construction and although I am not an expert or master on all things house related, I have experienced enough to know a room doesn’t change temperature that quickly and by such a large margin.)
Whistle This happened the same night as the cold bathroom event above. Just the two of us home, we are in the kitchen. TV is on in the living room, but down really low, low enough that you have to be in front to actually hear it. We are talking and we hear a short whistle in the hallway, like someone trying to get our attention. I walk out and of course no one is there. Then I hear it again, longer but softer and it seems to be moving away. Then it was in our daughter’s room. I didn’t bother this time, I went back to the kitchen and went on with the night. There is more. A lot more but I am sure this sounds like a whole lot of crazy or a sad cry for attention. I can attest this is all true, every word. The frequency of events has added up as of late and I have only told you about half of our list, maybe less. As I said, there is more. Another item, and I only add this because I remember reading something about this possibly being of relevance. I wake up at 3:30 am most nights. Sometimes before but generally close to 3:30 am. Wake right up, no sensation to go with it, just wide awake, regardless of what time I fall asleep. That started months after we moved in. Pretty sure it only happens to me.
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