From Beyond the Grave
My parents were only the second owners of the house I grew up in. My dad grew up with the original owners.
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Elizabeth Silverstein
Guest Contributor
My parents were only the second owners of the house I grew up in. My dad grew up with the original owners. We got the house pretty cheap, it was a fixer-upper and four people had died in it. My family always wondered about it, at least when I was a kid.
The mother, father, daughter and then the teenage son passed in the house. It was always really weird when we first moved in. You could hear voices sometimes, like chatting. One of the scariest things that happened was when I was in my house by myself. My parents were cleaning out the house when we first moved in. I swore I could hear someone saying my name, like a whisper just in the back of my ear. It scared me to death and gave me chills. That happened the first few years while we were there, whenever I was by myself. I thought maybe it was just my active imagination.
One time in particular, my mother and I were joking in the kitchen about one of the guys that had passed. All of a sudden the doorbell started frantically ringing. The doorbell wasn’t even supposed to work at the time. When it rang, we both just froze. My mom looked at me and said, “You go check it out.” So, lamb to the slaughter, I went over. There was no one at the door, and the door was locked. I don’t know how it rang because the button was actually on the inner part of the door. We had a glass door that sealed it in, so there was no way anyone could have reached the doorbell to ring it.
I remember my dad and I were sitting by the fire one day, and I asked him, “So, have you ever heard anything? Any voices or noticed things that moved or something like that?” He was like, “Yeah, I did.” The whole time I thought I was crazy. It was really great to finally have confirmation that I wasn’t crazy and I wasn’t just hearing voices.
The spirits were never malicious towards us, they were always very protective. If people they didn’t like were over, it was a different story. Later in my life, my dad brought this woman over after a date and one of the glasses had fallen off the counter. No one was in the room. There were two glasses on the same place on the counter, and only one of them had fallen. It was the one that the woman was using.
One time I was alone at home after getting my wisdom teeth removed, and I was getting ready to go to bed and the dogs were going nuts. They were Pekingese and the only time they would bark was when someone was at the door. It was midnight, and I started freaking out a little bit because I didn’t know who or what they were barking at. I went into my room, locked the door, turned out the lights and got into bed. I could hear the whispering again, so I looked underneath the door. We had night lights throughout the entire house, and it looked like a shadow passed by my door. The dogs went nuts and suddenly they stopped. After about a half-hour everything was calm again. Eventually after a few hours of being totally terrified in my room, I went to sleep. The next day, I found nothing in the house.
Living in the house was terrifying sometimes but you got used to it. My family is used to it, but it has scared the crap out of some of my friends who have visited.
