jane
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My brother lives in this picturesque little town in western Massachusetts. In the 19th century, a local industrialist built a paper mill and dammed up the river with some really cheap materials. In 1874, the dam broke and the whole town was flooded. Most of the inhabitants were killed, but some got the warning in time and escaped. There's so much freaky shit in that town....He used to live in the house where the guy who gave the warning had lived. Every morning, everyone in the house would wake up at the same time that the flood waters broke. The dogs would go nuts for a minute, and then it would all settle down.
Stuff went missing (one time, they woke up to find every last ashtray had disappeared overnight), contents of their presses and closets were rearranged in the middle of the night, crazy shit.
My ex-sister in law used to look after a baby who lived a few doors down, in the former home of the mill owner. Isabella, the babba, could see people in the house, could see an old man and a young woman, who would just stand and look at her. When she first started to talk, she'd talk to them, but eventually, she got old enough to realise that no one else could see these people, and it was so creepy and disturbing for her that the family actually had to move.
There are houses in the town that are fucking beautiful old colonial homes, and no one will buy them. When people visit, they just get a 'bad feeling' and decide they can't get out fast enough.
The cemeteries in the town are bigger than the town itself, which is even creepier.
I didn't know the story until one morning, when I went for a run. I went into the old cemetery to check it out. I love old graveyards, and the colonial American ones can be really interesting. I noticed that no graves were there that post-dated 1874, but there was still a fair amount of empty space. Plus, I got a creepy feeling, like I was not in there alone, something that almost never happens to me in graveyards. When I got back, my sis-in-law told me about it.
My brother apparently had some insane experiences in the house we lived in when we were teenagers (the 'Poe' house). Furniture flying across the room, etc. He won't talk about some of it, though.
My parents current house is also kind of odd. It's only about 90 years old, but I often get the feeling that there's someone else there. My dad rang me up one day a few years ago and asked what I was doing at a particular time the previous day. He said he heard me come in the front door of their house, close the door, put down some bags, and say, "Hello! I'm here!". The dogs even went nuts the way they do when I arrive. He got all excited, too, thinking I'd somehow managed to surprise them, but when he went to see, there was no one there. I was already living in Ireland at the time, by the way.
Another time, my brother and I were staying in this same house, and the folks were away for the night. We heard crying coming from....shit. can't tell story. Too fucking scary. Dog go nuts. Can't find source. Find secret room behind loose wall panel in basement. Eek.
Stuff went missing (one time, they woke up to find every last ashtray had disappeared overnight), contents of their presses and closets were rearranged in the middle of the night, crazy shit.
My ex-sister in law used to look after a baby who lived a few doors down, in the former home of the mill owner. Isabella, the babba, could see people in the house, could see an old man and a young woman, who would just stand and look at her. When she first started to talk, she'd talk to them, but eventually, she got old enough to realise that no one else could see these people, and it was so creepy and disturbing for her that the family actually had to move.
There are houses in the town that are fucking beautiful old colonial homes, and no one will buy them. When people visit, they just get a 'bad feeling' and decide they can't get out fast enough.
The cemeteries in the town are bigger than the town itself, which is even creepier.
I didn't know the story until one morning, when I went for a run. I went into the old cemetery to check it out. I love old graveyards, and the colonial American ones can be really interesting. I noticed that no graves were there that post-dated 1874, but there was still a fair amount of empty space. Plus, I got a creepy feeling, like I was not in there alone, something that almost never happens to me in graveyards. When I got back, my sis-in-law told me about it.
My brother apparently had some insane experiences in the house we lived in when we were teenagers (the 'Poe' house). Furniture flying across the room, etc. He won't talk about some of it, though.
My parents current house is also kind of odd. It's only about 90 years old, but I often get the feeling that there's someone else there. My dad rang me up one day a few years ago and asked what I was doing at a particular time the previous day. He said he heard me come in the front door of their house, close the door, put down some bags, and say, "Hello! I'm here!". The dogs even went nuts the way they do when I arrive. He got all excited, too, thinking I'd somehow managed to surprise them, but when he went to see, there was no one there. I was already living in Ireland at the time, by the way.
Another time, my brother and I were staying in this same house, and the folks were away for the night. We heard crying coming from....shit. can't tell story. Too fucking scary. Dog go nuts. Can't find source. Find secret room behind loose wall panel in basement. Eek.
