We lived in Missouri for about 20 years when we decided to move to a small town right by the river. It was a very old town and a lot of the buildings and homes were either falling down or being restored.
We have a large family, 8 children so when I found this beautiful old home for a very reasonable rent I took it. The home was built in the 1800 and the garage used to be where they had a stable for the horses. There was a lot of the old charm. Pocket doors, painting on the walls, two sets of stairs, butlers pantry. There was the main floor, the upstairs, a full attic, and a large basement.
My son who was 14 at the time took the attic, it was creepy but he loved it. I remember finding old newspapers under the old flooring from the 1900's. Articles on Hitler and ads for houses that cost 6,000.
I really loved it there for the most part. I felt a little uneasy but I just chalked that up to the size of the home. I hated going into the basement to do laundry, you just had that uneasy feeling. To get into the basement there was an old door with the glass window in it, I always kept it closed because of my youngest son.
Things started to happen after a month or two. In the back of the house was a screened in porch of sorts with shutter windows. I made sure to shut them tight and every-time I would leave and come back they would be wide opened. I finally stood in the room and asked who ever was in there with me please stop opening them up, they do not pay the electric bill anymore. I don't mind them being there just don't open the windows. It stopped amazingly.
Then there was the door to the basement, every evening around 0300 you could hear the door slam, the door was already shut and everyone was in bed. This happened almost every night. That was not so bad, it was the attic that was the worst, my son would hear growling noises from the little cubby spots that lead downstairs. The light bulbs would explode for no reason and my son would say he would hear voices talking to him and calling his name. We only stayed there 6 months it was just a little more than we could handle.
I spent time researching the home and it was built and lived in by a general in the army and was at one time a stop off in the underground railroad. That explains all the little doors and hidden areas in the walls.
I loved the house and didn't mind some of the spirits there but whatever was in the attic could stay there!
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It's not that I don't believe you... I just think if it were me I would have had nothing to do with the attic except to use for storage. Attics to me, can be just as creepy as basements!