My friend Mrs. B. sent me this wonderful account of the years she and her family shared a house with at least one of the previous…and unseen… owners. The B family’s experiences perfectly capture the everyday weirdness of living with a spirit presence. (Thanks for being our guest/ghost poster, Mrs. B!) Please note the photos in this story are just for illustration; they are not photos of the house, or of TJ the Dog.)
My husband and I bought a house in 2006. We knew that the owner had drowned in the swimming pool but didn’t think much about it. After talking with our neighbors, the story was that he had been dropped off because he had too much to drink, and he stumbled into the pool and drowned.
The house was built in 1962, by his wife who was married to her first husband. Her husband and her disabled son passed away from natural causes. She then remarried. After she passed away, (the owner) remarried and then drowned. The home stayed in the family and never was sold until the 2nd husband passed away.
The den was an enclosed garage which had a second story above it with a bedroom and bathroom. My 17 year old daughter lived upstairs. Not long after we moved in, one morning she asked me if I had came up the stairs last night into her room. I told her no, I didn’t.
She said she was in bed, but not yet asleep and heard footsteps coming up and her door opening. She waited for me to say something but I never did.
I told her it was probably one of the previous owners. They loved their home, and I could understand them visiting still. She said she didn’t have any bad feelings in her room — only good feelings — so she wasn’t scared.
After she went off the college, my 11 year old son moved into the room. He stayed one night and moved back downstairs.
He didn’t want to talk about it.
My sister came to stay with us for a while and she moved into the room upstairs. After her second night, we were having coffee the next morning on the back porch and she asked me if I “…came into her room last night?” I laughed.
She said, “Why are you laughing?” I told her the story of the “upstairs room.” She stayed, and didn’t let it bother her. She said as long as they didn’t mess with her, she would live with them.
Whenever myself or my husband was alone in the home, we would hear the back door (going to the pool) open and close all the time. He thought it was me coming in and I thought it was him coming in….but it never was.
One day around noon, I was in our bedroom folding clothes with the door closed. I kept the door closed to keep our Jack Russell, TJ, from roaming the house. There was a long hallway from kitchen to our bedroom.
I heard a man talking, walking down the hall towards our bedroom. TJ heard him and stared at the door.
I told TJ that daddy must have come home from work for lunch as I continued to fold the clothes and TJ continued staring at the door, with his head turning in a confused state. Then I didn’t hear him anymore and he never came in the room.
So me and TJ went to the back door… it was locked and my husband’s car wasn’t in the drive. I called my husband on the phone, and asked him why did he come home and then leave again? He said that he was at work and hadn’t left.
We continued to hear things, but we never had an uneasy feeling about any of it. We knew that the family loved their home therefore they must be still hanging around. We moved out of the house in 2011.
We often talk about our experiences and wonder if the new owners have met the past owners yet?