After many years of knowing, but being in denial, I have recently acknowledged that I grew up in a majorly haunted house. I experienced many events and saw an apparition. What set me to thinking about this was that I went to my 20th year high school reunion and a former classmate told me that I must meet her husband because he lived in our house before our family moved in. For some reason, upon meeting him I jested: 'Hey what about the ghosts in that house!?' And, he responded without missing a beat. 'Yeah there were poltergeists there!' Our family sold the house but remained in touch with the buyers. I told my mother what the former resident had to say. She agreed that there certainly were ghosts and that many of my family members... especially the teenage girls had numerous experiences. She says the people who sold us the house had an obligation to tell us about the ghosts. I asked her if she had informed the buyers that we sold to. She said yes, but they told her they didn't believe in that stuff. Within months though they had contacted my family, half hysterical as the husband had been locked in a closet by the ghost. My family is very large so lots of details don't always get shared. I told my mother about things I had experienced, like the night I heard water running and went to check in the kitchen. The faucet had been rotated and put on so that water was running all over the countertop. I knew it was strange but hoped that there was a logical explanation. I didn't tell anyone. I think I was too scared an wanted to forget it. Well, after all these years I told my mother and she told me that another sister had the same thing happen to her. She was home alone and the water was put on in the same way. She fled the house and sat outdoors until my mother came home. There are too many stories to tell. I saw a ghost in my bedroom door (the upstairs ghost, downstairs was the poltergeist). I never told anyone for years because I wanted to believe it was imagined by me. A shadow. I don't recall it getting cold or anything. Well, years later my sister started talking about the ghosts in the house and I admitted thinking I saw something. She proceeded to then describe what it looked like. She had seen it, too! She had had the nerve to watch it enter the room and stand at the foot of her bed staring at her. I on the other hand, hid under my blankets but couldn't stand the vibes. I switched on the light and bolted from that room. However, I continued to sleep in the room for years. I never saw it again though I did feel it a little. I refused to really let it in. Well, there were other events and my mother told me tons of things recently that I had never known about. I never inquired! All of her mother's dishes were broken. Rooms locked. And here's a twist. A fallen wall decoration was put back up!! We lived there for 14 years. My mother and father were there the last two nights alone and the van was already packed up. My mother said the ghost made a terrible ruckus those last two nights. Didn't he want us out? Had he grown used to us? Was he upset that we never reached out to discover what he needed? We kind of ignored him and filled the house with people and activity for all those years. How it changed my life:It didn't change my life at the time. But now, for some reason, I'm ready to accept it. But this means accepting that there may be so much more to life and the universe than I'm ready to contemplate!
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