"It was decrepit (which was why it was so cheap to purchase), and we basically did all the work ourselves: old, creaky, drafty. Also, a lot of people had sleep paralysis in that house as well." I didn't think it was too weird, until he was telling me that when all of the weird stuff happened, it was accompanied by old-lady, flowery, stanky perfume. Coincidentally, I had a friend years later that rented from the same landlord (same town, different house) where he and all of his roommates moved out because that house was also haunted. I spent many mornings on the front porch waiting for the sun to come up before I went back in the house.ġ1. Voices would wake us up in the middle of the night. For peace of mind, we told ourselves squirrels must've gotten in there.ġ0. He was too afraid to come out and turn off lights and TV.ĩ. He turned around, pissed himself, and ran to his room. When he turned his back on the room and walked to the door, someone breathed into his ear, "Haaa." He thought it was me. Roommate was up late he went to go lock the doors and turn off lights. The bathroom had a trap door that led to the attic that's where we figured the old-lady ghost used to like to hang out.Ĩ. Once while playing video games late at night, he saw mist kind of hovering from the kitchen and then move into the bathroom. Missing stuff would always be placed on the shoot for us to come and get.ħ. This house had a coal chute from when it was heated by coal back in the day. Things would constantly go missing in the house, and turn up in the basement. We always had a rug covering it up so no one knew it was there. This house had a door built into the flooring that led to the basement. Every time something spooky happened, the house would smell like old-lady, flowery, strong perfume.Ħ. Almost everyone who stayed at my house had sleep paralysis at least once in the house.ĥ. This was the middle of the day everyone witnessed it.Ĥ. As soon as I asked, all the lights in the house began flickering for about a minute straight. No one believed me, so I asked the ghost to do anything to prove it was there. I had friends over and told them the house was haunted. Mind you it was loud enough to wake me up.ģ. As soon as I opened the door, it was completely quiet. I grabbed a bat and walked toward the back of the house as the music got louder and louder. I figured a drunk kid came in and started playing. I woke up at 3 a.m., alone again, hearing the Nintendo on the back porch playing loudly. I laid in the fetal position in bed till it stopped.Ģ. As soon as I yelled the slamming stopped, but the hippie beads I had hanging outside my closed door began to sway perfectly, yet violently, against the door frame for a half hour, while I debated if I should pop out my air-conditioning unit and jump out of the window. From bed, I yelled for him to stop only to realize I was the only one home that weekend. because my roommate's door kept opening and slamming shut.
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