07-08-2009, 12:15 AM
When we moved from NY to NC, we were the first people to rent this house after the old owners died. It was a temporary house for a few months until our house was done being built, Well anyways dad had lived there alone for a few months before we got there, when our house in NY sold and we made it down there we had no furniture until to movers came, so we had to sleep in the living room...My brother who was maybe 11 at the time woke up in the middle of the night talking about an old lady outside looking at him. We payed it no attention, until odd hings started happening, heaters would be burning hot, but shut off, things would be moved around, just odd things. Nothing really hit me until one day my parents left for the day, and I stayed home, decide it was time to rock the hell out, so up went the tunes, and slam went a door, then the footsteps, then the loud "turn it down"...Well figuring they came back home, I ran out to see no one was home...so now thinking it was just something on the cd I went back to rockin out...until it happened again, only the footsteps were in the same room. I ran outside and waited until they got home that night before Id go back in, my dad then decides to sit us down and tell us that in the time he lived in the house alone before we got there, he would hear footsteps, all over the house, two voices talking to each other, but could never understand what was said, and also that he, on severl occasions, had seen the same old lady my brother had seen the first night we were there. Shortly after our house was built so we were moving and cleaning, appantly the woman had smoked...we were cleaning tar stains from in the bathroom, when my mom said something about how clan it was now, and the room started to smell like someone had lit a cigarette.After moving from the house we met the next family to rent the house, they also had similar things happen.The real estate company we rented the house from was also terrified of the place and hated going there to do anything.Not sure who lives there now, but I'd love to go back....Also had alot of crap happen while visiting a friend at Salem college in NC in the Gramley dorm hall, but then again that whole school is made from an old moravian settlement with a TON of ghost stories. I'll just say its creepy to have a Ouija board spell out a name over and over again, and then find that name a week later on a memorial plaque under a tree for a girl who died falling down an elevator shaft looking for her teddy bear. Among a few other thing that Ive seen there at the school...I could go on forever with these...Ive seen alot of creepy ghost stuff over the years....