Sep 16, 2009

By the Way, Your House is Haunted!

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Not exactly the conversation you want to have during cocktail hour, right? Well, I had this conversation this past Saturday at my brother's wedding reception. I ran into my parent's next-door neighbors during cocktail hour. I had never really known them that well since they had moved in beside my family shortly before I left for college. But, they had become really close with my parents over the years.

Mrs. Neighbor started telling me that she and her husband had one of those "small world" experiences recently where they went out to eat somewhere out of town and started chatting with their waitress only to discover that she had previously lived in their house. She then started asking me about waitress's family and I explained that she was my brother's age and had two younger brothers.

Then came the question I was dreading, "Did you know the original owners of the house? The S Family?" I said I didn't as they had moved out a couple of years before my family had moved in. Then Mrs. N lowered her voice and said, "Not a lot of people know this, but the S Family's son committed suicide in the house."

I nodded. I had known this. My heart started pounding and my mouth went dry. She was going to start prying and I am such a bad liar! I mean, how do you tell someone that their house is haunted????

The suicide had happened just a few years before we moved onto the street and it was still the talk of the neighborhood. The S family had already moved out and a new family had moved in. The woman that lived there told my mom that she had never believed in ghosts until she lived in that house. She would hear somebody in the kitchen, silverware rattling, dishes clanking, drawers opening and closing. She was terrified. Needless to say, the family did not last long there.

The W Family then moved in (waitress's family). I was about 13 at the time and my parents made my brother and I promise that we would not tell the W kids about the history of the house. It didn't matter, the three W kids were terrified of the house. The oldest, M, was often left alone and would show up on our doorstep, crying and insisting that someone was in the house. The worst was when she said there was "something" under her bed. We never offered to check it out, we always just told her to stay at our house until her parents got back.

I only stepped foot in that house twice in my life and twice was certainly enough! You could feel the bad vibes. Over the past 15 years I kept thinking that it was strange that the N Family had never mentioned anything bad about the house to my parents. Now I was about to find out why...

Mrs. N continued her conversation with me. She didn't find out about the suicide until after they had bought the house. Her husband brushed off the news with a laugh, but she was concerned enough to make a visit to her church pastor to explain the situation. He gave her a special prayer to say in the house to bless it and do away with any bad spirits. Then she laughed, saying that she had no idea if anything was ever bad about the house to begin with, but saying the prayer had made her feel better.

I didn't want to freak her out, but I had to say something. Maybe it was the wine talking, but I let her know that she did a good thing. Somehow she had changed whatever was going on in the house. Mrs. N looked shocked, but also a little bit proud of herself. I didn't go into detail, but I let her know that something had been in the house and the two families before hers had felt its presence.

A smile crept across her face, "See! I knew it! Mr. N doesn't believe in that kind of thing. I can't wait to tell him that I got rid of the ghost!"

I could tell she wanted to learn more, but we were interrupted to take our seats for the bride and groom to arrive. I can't believe after all these years the N Family finally knows the truth about the haunting and the story ended up happily ever after anyway!
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8 comments:

Jewels Diva said...

Wow, that's.... wow!!!!

Kinda like an episode of Ghost Whisperer.

Wow!!!

Amanda said...

Totally think my house is haunted too. Not as bad as W's obviously, but sometimes things just can't be explained.

I know that here in MN when you buy a house, the seller is required by law to tell if there were any deaths or serious crimes that occured on the property so no one is surprised when they move in.

Little Ms Blogger said...

A haunted house? Eeekkkk....Good that she was able to get the spirit out.

I already think I have squirrels that live in my attic, a ghost would definitely freak me out.

Whitney said...

That is sooo creepy! I get chills just hearnig about it. If I ever lived ina "haunted house" I swear I would probably poop my pants if I heard, saw, or felt ANYTHING! And one time would be all it would take before I lived in a tent... yes, I would resort to a tent!

sarah said...

Have you ever heard of Coast to Coast AM? It's this radio show that is nationally syndicated and they talk about stuff like this all the time. It is creepy/fascinating.

Yankee Girl said...

I never believed in ghosts until I bought my house. At first there were a ton of things happening that I thought were weird and couldn't explain why they were occuring, then one night something happened that made me decide we have a ghost. I woke up at 4am to pee and I heard music coming from somewhere. I walked around the house until I realized it was coming from the basement.

I stood at the top of the basement stairs and had a conversation with muyself about whether or not I should investigate. I really didn't want to be on of those stupid girls in horror movies.

I decided to go downstairs anyway. The music was coming from a CD player that was on the bar. I tried to turn it off but it wouldn't stop. So I went to unplug it and noticed it wasn't plugged in. Then I decided to go for the batteries. No batteries. Somehow the CD player was playing with no electricity or power. The only way I could get it to stop was to take the CD out.

I ran my ass back upstairs as fast as I could.

Elle said...

This is how I understand it: people who commit suicide often have regrets and therefore attempt to stay in the earthly world. Sometimes they need to be encouraged to make the transition and it sounds like your neighbor might've done that for him. Just my 2 cents but fascinating story.

LPC said...

What a fantastic story.