Yes. She had me pup/horse sit while away on vacation one weekend. I was role playing in IM when both dogs sat up and perked their ears. The voice called out and the three of us just sort of looked at the front door. I relaxed after they did. Though that night I let them out and stood on the porch until they returned instead of following them as they did their business.
The third story is from the apartment I rent now. It's in a nice section of homes in Morris County, New Jersey -and at one point, used to be one big two story house that was split into two apartments. The current owner did the splitting, but never lived here himself. He doesn't know the history either, and the neighbors don't remember much about the previous family. So figuring out who is in the house has proved fruitless.
There's three bedrooms, one very small, and we turned that into a nursery for my son while I was pregnant. My computer desk is on the wall that begins the hall way, and I can see the door to that room. I was IMing with a friend one afternoon, and suddenly caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned and watched a shadow move past the crack under the door. I thought at first it was the neighbors behind us pulling into their driveway. So I waited. The next time the shadow paused part way across and then I heard a sound as if someone were bumping into an object. I opened the door and while there was no one in the room, off to the side of the door where the bump came from, was the hamper basket.
There's other shadow stories with what looks like someone passing by the back window when no one is on the balcony, and family members constantly complain of seeing someone walking just out of the corner of their eye while in the living room.
Outside of the shadow, the first month I lived there someone would rap sharply on my window each morning about 8:30 am. I live on the second floor.
Then connected to my son are two things. Now just over a year old, he giggles and babbles to someone no one else sees, and has petted an animal that isn't there. The other is when I spilled my mother's heart pills. I spilled them in the kitchen and they fanned out towards the backdoor. I thought I had gotten them all, put the bottled back up on the icebox, and climbed over the gate behind me to bring my Mom her pill. I returned to the kitchen to find two pills neatly lined up on the edge of the gate for my to find. The gate was behind me during the time of the spill, and both pills where lined up perfectly in a row. I said a quick thank you out loud and added them to the bottle.
I have stories from two places. The first is the farm my sister rented out in Vernon, NJ. It used to be a vast estate, which is now split up into two bed and breakfasts, a farm, a church, and several houses. But the original barn, a couple hundred years old, still stands on the property my sister was living on. The deal was, she could rent the property for $800 a month as is, and if she needed the stalls or horse rings fixed, she did them herself. She agreed and moved her two horses in, and set to work getting the place in running order. She and two others were working on rebuilding the stalls under the barn, when they heard heavy footsteps overhead. Upon investigation, they found no one. They returned to work and sure enough, more footsteps. Instead of rushing up they listened, and heard the steps cross the barn to the corner, climb the ladder (which she said she knew for a fact was missing most of it's rungs), and then there was a sound of something heavy dropping and rope pulled tight. They all stood frozen and sure enough, the sound faded and the foot steps started again. Upon investigation, there was no one in the barn overhead, and no one in its rafters. Curious she asked one of the neighbors from the area, and at about the time the family started selling off bits of the estate, the head of the house hold hung himself in the barn in shame over losing most of the property to strangers.
The second story from there is how each night at dusk a young man calls out from the hay door in the barn loft, "Ma? What did you say? Maaa!?" The story behind the voice is the son of one of the owners was helping throw down bales into the ring below, when he thought he heard his mother call out to him. He leaned out of the door, overbalanced, and fell to his death. But each night he calls out to ask what she was saying.
I'll write up the third story in a new post, as this one is getting kind of long.
Yes. She had me pup/horse sit while away on vacation one weekend. I was role playing in IM when both dogs sat up and perked their ears. The voice called out and the three of us just sort of looked at the front door. I relaxed after they did. Though that night I let them out and stood on the porch until they returned instead of following them as they did their business.
posted by FunkyHelix 20 years ago
The third story is from the apartment I rent now. It's in a nice section of homes in Morris County, New Jersey -and at one point, used to be one big two story house that was split into two apartments. The current owner did the splitting, but never lived here himself. He doesn't know the history either, and the neighbors don't remember much about the previous family. So figuring out who is in the house has proved fruitless. There's three bedrooms, one very small, and we turned that into a nursery for my son while I was pregnant. My computer desk is on the wall that begins the hall way, and I can see the door to that room. I was IMing with a friend one afternoon, and suddenly caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned and watched a shadow move past the crack under the door. I thought at first it was the neighbors behind us pulling into their driveway. So I waited. The next time the shadow paused part way across and then I heard a sound as if someone were bumping into an object. I opened the door and while there was no one in the room, off to the side of the door where the bump came from, was the hamper basket. There's other shadow stories with what looks like someone passing by the back window when no one is on the balcony, and family members constantly complain of seeing someone walking just out of the corner of their eye while in the living room. Outside of the shadow, the first month I lived there someone would rap sharply on my window each morning about 8:30 am. I live on the second floor. Then connected to my son are two things. Now just over a year old, he giggles and babbles to someone no one else sees, and has petted an animal that isn't there. The other is when I spilled my mother's heart pills. I spilled them in the kitchen and they fanned out towards the backdoor. I thought I had gotten them all, put the bottled back up on the icebox, and climbed over the gate behind me to bring my Mom her pill. I returned to the kitchen to find two pills neatly lined up on the edge of the gate for my to find. The gate was behind me during the time of the spill, and both pills where lined up perfectly in a row. I said a quick thank you out loud and added them to the bottle.
posted by FunkyHelix 20 years ago
I have stories from two places. The first is the farm my sister rented out in Vernon, NJ. It used to be a vast estate, which is now split up into two bed and breakfasts, a farm, a church, and several houses. But the original barn, a couple hundred years old, still stands on the property my sister was living on. The deal was, she could rent the property for $800 a month as is, and if she needed the stalls or horse rings fixed, she did them herself. She agreed and moved her two horses in, and set to work getting the place in running order. She and two others were working on rebuilding the stalls under the barn, when they heard heavy footsteps overhead. Upon investigation, they found no one. They returned to work and sure enough, more footsteps. Instead of rushing up they listened, and heard the steps cross the barn to the corner, climb the ladder (which she said she knew for a fact was missing most of it's rungs), and then there was a sound of something heavy dropping and rope pulled tight. They all stood frozen and sure enough, the sound faded and the foot steps started again. Upon investigation, there was no one in the barn overhead, and no one in its rafters. Curious she asked one of the neighbors from the area, and at about the time the family started selling off bits of the estate, the head of the house hold hung himself in the barn in shame over losing most of the property to strangers. The second story from there is how each night at dusk a young man calls out from the hay door in the barn loft, "Ma? What did you say? Maaa!?" The story behind the voice is the son of one of the owners was helping throw down bales into the ring below, when he thought he heard his mother call out to him. He leaned out of the door, overbalanced, and fell to his death. But each night he calls out to ask what she was saying. I'll write up the third story in a new post, as this one is getting kind of long.
posted by FunkyHelix 20 years ago
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