I was reading all of these and it made me think of my grandparents house.
There house is about 8 years ago on one of the four lots in a neighborhood. The neighborhood was once a large sea-side estate. The original owners had a couple kids, the son in particular was apparently wild and was always vandalizing things with his group of friends. Now the parents and the daughter both died in the house but the son moved away and died some years later in his new house. The large mansion was abandonded because people were scared of the house. Because it was on such a large piece of land, they demolished the house and broke it up into several lots.
Now my grandparents are not the type of people you would think to be the type to believe in ghosts or spirits or whatnot. My grandfather is retired but spends a large part of the day in the cellar working on wood projects or outside landscaping. My grandmother is usually upstairs cleaning, cooking, or reading during the day when she is home. The first time she started thinking their lot was haunted was about a year after they moved in. It was about 3 p.m. My grandfather was downstairs and she was laying on her bed reading. She heard footsteps in the hallway and then heard the side door open and close. Now, they never use the side door to go anywhere because it goes onto a deck that is only attached to the house with no way down to the yard. It is used only when they entertain outside. My grandma really did not think anything of it because she figured my grandpa just went out to do something on the deck. That night at dinner she asked why he was on the deck. He replied that he hadn't gone upstairs, he was in the basement working. My grandma thought he just forgot and said how she was sure she heard him around 3. Then he replied that at 3 he would have been at afternoon mass, which he goes to everyday, and my grandma had not thought of that. My grandpa thought she had imagined it, but over the years both of them have many times heard footsteps and doors open, all of them when one could not have done it.
Now, everyone in our family never believed them, and just said it was simply their imaginations. I had never believed them until last summer. Every summer on the weekend after the 4th of July, all of my Mom's family that can come gathers at my grandparents house for a big cook out after a road race many members of my family run in. It was around 5 in the afternoon and most of our relatives had gone home. Me, my sister, and two of my three cousins had just walked into my grandparents bedroom to watch a movie(we always watch movies there because we can lay on their huge bed) and my sister knocked on the door of the bathroom. All four of us girls heard a clear "I'm in here" and could then heard footsteps within. We all thought it was my other cousin who we hadn't seen and figured must have come in and then gone to the bathroom. After about 10 minutes and nothing happening my sister knocked on the door again calling out "Em? Hurry up!" All four of us girls got up and were facing the door of the bathroom when my cousin Em walked into the bedroom and exclaimed "What are you all looking at?!" We just about DIED! My sister then knocked on the door again and again there was no answer. She finally decided to open the door and when she entered, there was no one in there, or the ajoining closet. Now, there are two windows in the bathroom, one dropping two stories and one onto a deck which, if someone had jumped out of the window, we would have seen them on the deck because of the large sliding glass doors. When we told Em what had happened, we all began to be soo scared. My sister then went into the bathroom and she said the room became really cold and the hair on her arms stood straight up! After that, we all believed our grandparents stories of someone being in their house!
-Caroline
