Haunted Room at Pop!!

[Trentmom]

Come on People, it is after midnight, a good time for ghost tales...

Any stories of anything spooky happening at a disney resort or even at your house?

 

[Friendly Frog]

Well, I guess I will stick my neck out here.

When my husband and I bought our first home, we had not been moved in long when one day we came home and could hear music playing in our hallway. We couldn't make out what the music actually was, it was loud and clear enough to be heard but it was sort of nondescript, like elevator music

This was the first of a number of times we came in to be greeted by the music. The music always came from the exact same spot in the house. If you will imagine a H, this is the pattern of the hallways in our home. The top left side of the H was the front door, the bottom left side of the H was our den, and the right side of the H was the hallway that leads to all of the bedrooms. The bar that goes across the H is a doorless, windowless part of the hall... and that is where you always heard the music, nowhere else.

The first time that it happened it was in the middle of the day and we just dismissed it as coming from a neighbors house. We didn't even stop to think that we had not heard it outside when we were walking into the house.

The next time it happened, we were a bit more curious. One step out of the center of the H and you could not hear it. We went outside and no music there. We went back in ...and the music was gone.

Then one night we came home very late. Tired, my husband and I headed for the bedroom and...MUSIC, we both looked at each other, for some reason this time we were both a little more unnerved. I think it is like all those creaks and sounds that you hear when you are home with someone else, you just dismiss them. Then when you are staying alone and you hear the same sounds, it seems that they really stand out more. I think we both had just dismissed the music we heard during the day as coming from a neighbor, but at this moment we knew that was not what it was. The neighborhood of mostly retirees was absolutely silent when we came it, definitely no music to be heard.

Still, my first thought was to ask my husband to "quick, go outside and see if you can hear anything"...but by the time I said it, I had already changed my mind. " NO! WAIT, I will go outside and you wait here to see if still keeps playing". I was a lot less fearful of going outside alone at 2am that I was of staying in that hall!

I went outside and all was a quite as could be, not a sound. I was even brave and walked around each corner of the house. It was so quite that I bet you could have heard a pin drop down the street.

I walked back in expecting my husband to say that the music had stopped, but there he stood and the music was still there too! He asked me if I could hear anything outside and I told him not a sound, and we looked at each other and slowly walked down the hall towards the bedroom. By the time we reached the end of the hall and turned the corner, the music was gone. It didn't fade away,it always just ended.

For many more years we would often be greeted by the music. It seems strange to say this, but it was actually quite pleasant and after that first night the music never frightened us. At first we speculated if some strange phenomenon cause the house wiring to pick up radio in the hall? We joked at how it had to be a good station cause it never had any commercials. Finally we would just joke that the house was in a good mood when we heard it.

I can't tell you when it stopped, we just one day noticed that it was gone, and honestly we missed it.

 

[Trentmom]

Well, I guess I will stick my neck out here.

When my husband and I bought our first home, we had not been moved in long when one day we came home and could hear music playing in our hallway. We couldn't make out what the music actually was, it was loud and clear enough to be heard but it was sort of nondescript, like elevator music

This was the first of a number of times we came in to be greeted by the music. The music always came from the exact same spot in the house. If you will imagine a H, this is the pattern of the hallways in our home. The top left side of the H was the front door, the bottom left side of the H was our den, and the right side of the H was the hallway that leads to all of the bedrooms. The bar that goes across the H is a doorless, windowless part of the hall... and that is where you always heard the music, nowhere else.

The first time that it happened it was in the middle of the day and we just dismissed it as coming from a neighbors house. We didn't even stop to think that we had not heard it outside when we were walking into the house.

The next time it happened, we were a bit more curious. One step out of the center of the H and you could not hear it. We went outside and no music there. We went back in ...and the music was gone.

Then one night we came home very late. Tired, my husband and I headed for the bedroom and...MUSIC, we both looked at each other, for some reason this time we were both a little more unnerved. I think it is like all those creaks and sounds that you hear when you are home with someone else, you just dismiss them. Then when you are staying alone and you hear the same sounds, it seems that they really stand out more. I think we both had just dismissed the music we heard during the day as coming from a neighbor, but at this moment we knew that was not what it was. The neighborhood of mostly retirees was absolutely silent when we came it, definitely no music to be heard.

Still, my first thought was to ask my husband to "quick, go outside and see if you can hear anything"...but by the time I said it, I had already changed my mind. " NO! WAIT, I will go outside and you wait here to see if still keeps playing". I was a lot less fearful of going outside alone at 2am that I was of staying in that hall!

I went outside and all was a quite as could be, not a sound. I was even brave and walked around each corner of the house. It was so quite that I bet you could have heard a pin drop down the street.

I walked back in expecting my husband to say that the music had stopped, but there he stood and the music was still there too! He asked me if I could hear anything outside and I told him not a sound, and we looked at each other and slowly walked down the hall towards the bedroom. By the time we reached the end of the hall and turned the corner, the music was gone. It didn't fade away,it always just ended.

For many more years we would often be greeted by the music. It seems strange to say this, but it was actually quite pleasant and after that first night the music never frightened us. At first we speculated if some strange phenomenon cause the house wiring to pick up radio in the hall? We joked at how it had to be a good station cause it never had any commercials. Finally we would just joke that the house was in a good mood when we heard it.

I can't tell you when it stopped, we just one day noticed that it was gone, and honestly we missed it.

That was an awesome story!! I love how you were not afraid to go outside at 2am by yourself....

Thanks for sharing!!!!

Anyone else?

 

[Disneymommom]

When my son was 2 & 1/2 and my daughter was a newborn, they were both in bed asleep upstairs. My husband and I heard footsteps in our son's room. We thought that little stinker is up. So we went upstairs and he was sound asleep in his room. Obviously it couldn't be our daughter, Trentmom, as she was a newborn baby.
Another evening we were sitting in our living room and our son said, "there she is, there's the white lady." He pointed to the kitchen and we went out there and there was no one there.
Eventually we figured out that the "white lady" and the footsteps in our son's room was my mother. My mother had passed away when I was three. She was buried in a cemetery around the corner from our house that we currently lived in. She must have wanted to see her grandchildren as our son was the only one who could see her and he was never afraid of her. She came a few times, went into the kids' rooms and spent a little time walking around the house seeing us and then poof, she was gone and never seen or heard again.
We were never afraid and felt comforted that my mom came to see us.

 

[Trentmom]

When my son was 2 & 1/2 and my daughter was a newborn, they were both in bed asleep upstairs. My husband and I heard footsteps in our son's room. We thought that little stinker is up. So we went upstairs and he was sound asleep in his room. Obviously it couldn't be our daughter, Trentmom, as she was a newborn baby.
Another evening we were sitting in our living room and our son said, "there she is, there's the white lady." He pointed to the kitchen and we went out there and there was no one there.
Eventually we figured out that the "white lady" and the footsteps in our son's room was my mother. My mother had passed away when I was three. She was buried in a cemetery around the corner from our house that we currently lived in. She must have wanted to see her grandchildren as our son was the only one who could see her and he was never afraid of her. She came a few times, went into the kids' rooms and spent a little time walking around the house seeing us and then poof, she was gone and never seen or heard again.
We were never afraid and felt comforted that my mom came to see us.

Thanks Mom for sharing that tale!!!

 

[Torontogal]

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[Poohsmommi]

When I was first married, my ex-husband and I lived in an apartment. We had a cat, and the cat would act strange sometimes. She would run thru the apartment like she was chasing something; other times she would look up at the ceiling and meow, or she would take her paw and "bat" it at some invisible thing. This is where it gets really freaky now .... We were standing in the kitchen, and I turned to my husband and said "there is a ghost in this apartment" and he said "oh there is not. That cat is just crazy". Right after he said it, the salt shaker went flying off of the DINING ROOM table, which was in the room directly across from us, and onto the floor. It wasn't the cat because I was holding the cat, and no one else lived with us. At that point, I grabbed my camera and just started taking pictures. Anyway, my husband kept his mouth shut from that point on, but when I got the pictures developed, most of them were just walls and pictures of the apartment and such, but 1 picture had something wierd in it. It looked like the wall had peeled away and there were "layers" ... I don't know how else to describe it. It was strange though. Anyway, we'd get up in the morning, and cabinet doors would be open, or keys would be moved - stuff like that. Nothing bad ever happened, just silly stuff like that. Eventually I'd start talking to "it" ... asking it how its day was. I know, I'm nuts. We only stayed there until our lease was up and then we moved.

 

[Trentmom]

When I was first married, my ex-husband and I lived in an apartment. We had a cat, and the cat would act strange sometimes. She would run thru the apartment like she was chasing something; other times she would look up at the ceiling and meow, or she would take her paw and "bat" it at some invisible thing. This is where it gets really freaky now .... We were standing in the kitchen, and I turned to my husband and said "there is a ghost in this apartment" and he said "oh there is not. That cat is just crazy". Right after he said it, the salt shaker went flying off of the DINING ROOM table, which was in the room directly across from us, and onto the floor. It wasn't the cat because I was holding the cat, and no one else lived with us. At that point, I grabbed my camera and just started taking pictures. Anyway, my husband kept his mouth shut from that point on, but when I got the pictures developed, most of them were just walls and pictures of the apartment and such, but 1 picture had something wierd in it. It looked like the wall had peeled away and there were "layers" ... I don't know how else to describe it. It was strange though. Anyway, we'd get up in the morning, and cabinet doors would be open, or keys would be moved - stuff like that. Nothing bad ever happened, just silly stuff like that. Eventually I'd start talking to "it" ... asking it how its day was. I know, I'm nuts. We only stayed there until our lease was up and then we moved.

Very Cool Story.

Thanks for sharing!!!!

 

[FHS_chick_2005]

alright here is something just unexplainable... when ever I am at my fiances house his dogs always look off into space around the living room.. like they are looking up at someone.. and they have thier ears perked up and the hair on their back is usually raised but they never bark at it... but they are the kind of dogs that if the wind blows loud outside they bark.

 

[FHS_chick_2005]

When I was first married, my ex-husband and I lived in an apartment. We had a cat, and the cat would act strange sometimes. She would run thru the apartment like she was chasing something; other times she would look up at the ceiling and meow, or she would take her paw and "bat" it at some invisible thing. This is where it gets really freaky now .... We were standing in the kitchen, and I turned to my husband and said "there is a ghost in this apartment" and he said "oh there is not. That cat is just crazy". Right after he said it, the salt shaker went flying off of the DINING ROOM table, which was in the room directly across from us, and onto the floor. It wasn't the cat because I was holding the cat, and no one else lived with us. At that point, I grabbed my camera and just started taking pictures. Anyway, my husband kept his mouth shut from that point on, but when I got the pictures developed, most of them were just walls and pictures of the apartment and such, but 1 picture had something wierd in it. It looked like the wall had peeled away and there were "layers" ... I don't know how else to describe it. It was strange though. Anyway, we'd get up in the morning, and cabinet doors would be open, or keys would be moved - stuff like that. Nothing bad ever happened, just silly stuff like that. Eventually I'd start talking to "it" ... asking it how its day was. I know, I'm nuts. We only stayed there until our lease was up and then we moved.

I would talk to "it" too!!! hey if you cant beat it join it.. makes living there easier!

 

[Trentmom]

alright here is something just unexplainable... when ever I am at my fiances house his dogs always look off into space around the living room.. like they are looking up at someone.. and they have thier ears perked up and the hair on their back is usually raised but they never bark at it... but they are the kind of dogs that if the wind blows loud outside they bark.

Creepy.......

 

[Poohsmommi]

I would talk to "it" too!!! hey if you cant beat it join it.. makes living there easier!

My thoughts exactly! I'd rather have it like me than not like me

 

[Ana~n~Joseph]

I love this thread!

 

[CouchFamily1998]

When my son was 2 & 1/2 and my daughter was a newborn, they were both in bed asleep upstairs. My husband and I heard footsteps in our son's room. We thought that little stinker is up. So we went upstairs and he was sound asleep in his room. Obviously it couldn't be our daughter, Trentmom, as she was a newborn baby.
Another evening we were sitting in our living room and our son said, "there she is, there's the white lady." He pointed to the kitchen and we went out there and there was no one there.
Eventually we figured out that the "white lady" and the footsteps in our son's room was my mother. My mother had passed away when I was three. She was buried in a cemetery around the corner from our house that we currently lived in. She must have wanted to see her grandchildren as our son was the only one who could see her and he was never afraid of her. She came a few times, went into the kids' rooms and spent a little time walking around the house seeing us and then poof, she was gone and never seen or heard again.
We were never afraid and felt comforted that my mom came to see us.

My daughter was born a few years after my Dad died. She is the only grandchild he never met and is named after him. When she was a baby and young toddler she would laugh and giggle like someone was playing with her when nobody was around her. Just laugh and laugh at a blank wall. I always joked it was Grandpa playing with her. When she was barely able to talk she pointed to a picture of my Dad in his army uniform and said Grandpa. Nobody remembers ever pointing him out in pictures and plus Dad was the photographer so there were very few pictures of him anyway. The only out was one of us as a family but was taken in his 60's. Didn't look anything like the young man in an army uniform. Especially not to an 18 month old.

Also my cousin and her husband were very close to my parents. Both farmers, kids the same age etc. When he was dying a couple of years ago his wife said he would carry on conversations with my Dad who he said was sent to help my cousin cross over. These were not drug induced hallucinations, the witnesses said it was lucid conversations with my Dad, just cousin Norman could see and hear him. Hospice said that was actually pretty common.

Always told my DD that Grandpa was her guardian angel. When she was 2 we were hit by a drunk driver. Her door was that only side of the car that was not smashed in, not even a scratch. Before and after was all crushed as she hit, bounced off and hit again. Luckily the drunk hit by the wheel shoving it into the engine. I can not bear to think if it did that to a wheel what it would have done to her little car seat. Anyway the wierd thing was when we were cleaning out the car I found a metal casino token under her seat. My Dad was a casino shuttle bus driver when he died. I had taken the token from his tip jar and carried it as a momento. No idea how that got from my purse in the front seat to under her car seat!

 

[Hobbes]

My daughter was born a few years after my Dad died. She is the only grandchild he never met and is named after him.

You called your daughter "Dad"?

Sorry, couldn't resist

 

[Trentmom]

My daughter was born a few years after my Dad died. She is the only grandchild he never met and is named after him. When she was a baby and young toddler she would laugh and giggle like someone was playing with her when nobody was around her. Just laugh and laugh at a blank wall. I always joked it was Grandpa playing with her. When she was barely able to talk she pointed to a picture of my Dad in his army uniform and said Grandpa. Nobody remembers ever pointing him out in pictures and plus Dad was the photographer so there were very few pictures of him anyway. The only out was one of us as a family but was taken in his 60's. Didn't look anything like the young man in an army uniform. Especially not to an 18 month old.

Also my cousin and her husband were very close to my parents. Both farmers, kids the same age etc. When he was dying a couple of years ago his wife said he would carry on conversations with my Dad who he said was sent to help my cousin cross over. These were not drug induced hallucinations, the witnesses said it was lucid conversations with my Dad, just cousin Norman could see and hear him. Hospice said that was actually pretty common.

Always told my DD that Grandpa was her guardian angel. When she was 2 we were hit by a drunk driver. Her door was that only side of the car that was not smashed in, not even a scratch. Before and after was all crushed as she hit, bounced off and hit again. Luckily the drunk hit by the wheel shoving it into the engine. I can not bear to think if it did that to a wheel what it would have done to her little car seat. Anyway the wierd thing was when we were cleaning out the car I found a metal casino token under her seat. My Dad was a casino shuttle bus driver when he died. I had taken the token from his tip jar and carried it as a momento. No idea how that got from my purse in the front seat to under her car seat!

Wow...what an awesome story. That is so heartwarming.

It reminds me of a story you might see on that show Ghost Whisperer....

Thanks for sharing...

 

[Trentmom]

I love this thread!

Thank You....

 

[Disneymommom]

These stories about grandparents coming back to be with the grandbabies warms my heart. I hope one day (a long, long time from now) to come back and visit Trentmom and Trent. It's a good feeling to think you can come back to your family and enjoy them in some form.

 

[Trentmom]

These stories about grandparents coming back to be with the grandbabies warms my heart. I hope one day (a long, long time from now) to come back and visit Trentmom and Trent. It's a good feeling to think you can come back to your family and enjoy them in some form.

awwwwwwwwwwwwww...

 

[Disneymommom]

Honey, always be on your guard once I'm "gone" LOL. Remember Mom will be watching you!