It started when my boyfriend's father bought the funeral home and wanted my boyfriend and me to move out of state to take care of it, because his parents didn't want to move out of state. So, I quit my job and moved out of state with my boyfriend to help his parents take care of the funeral home.
When my boyfriend and I first got to the funeral home it was big, spacious and a bit creepy. The outside was beautiful as well as the inside, but the place had many doors, all of which eventually lead back to the main room.
My boyfriend often sees dark figures mostly on this one side, near the side door that leads to the apartment on top of the funeral home. Of course no one lives on top of the funeral home, too scary. I've never see anything the whole time I've been there, but one time I was going to use the fax and computer to look for a job. Being the weirdo that I am, I went to the funeral home alone. I went to the back door and the back door was unlocked, so I went inside turned on the lights and went to the office.
I was faxing my resumes and surfing the web for jobs when all of a sudden the computer just shuts off. So, I figure it's time to leave; I didn't feel anything and wasn't scared until I got close to the back door. Some how my body was telling me to run, it got cold in the little hallway by the back door and I felt goose bumps all over my body. I ran towards the door not looking back just opened the door and closed it and locked it from outside. Ever since then I've never gone back to the funeral home alone.
My boyfriend's uncle had a similar experience at the funeral home. He came to the funeral home to help my boyfriend cut the grass and rake the leaves. He got there before my boyfriend and thought my boyfriend was inside. So, he went to that same back door that I went too and found it unlocked.
He thought my boyfriend was in there and walked to the same spot, where I felt something. He said he called my boyfriends name and it was dark inside and no lights, he got super scared when he realized no one was there. He ended up leaving and ever since then my boyfriends uncle won't go into the funeral home by himself. If he has to go shovel snow, cut the grass or rake the leaves, he would bring his own lawnmower or his own shovel.
My boyfriend has had many experiences at that funeral home and the scariest experience. When the funeral is done and everyone leaves, my boyfriend and I would make sure that the doors are all locked before we leave. There are days when we come to get the mail and the side door and that back door would be unlocked. We always thought maybe someone broken in and even went inside to check, but would never find anyone.
My boyfriend said one time he opened the funeral for a family to bring things to the funeral and when he locked up all the doors were locked. He said he went to the side door and some how it was unlocked. He said hello and someone with a male voice answered him back saying hello to him too. He got really freaked out and wouldn't go back inside. When I got off work, he made me go with him to search the place and like always we would never find anyone.
No matter how many times we lock the side and back door, next time we come back it would be unlocked.
Then a couple days after that door incident with my boyfriend, he said while we were sleeping in bed. He swears he saw a tall dark figure walked around our bed and came to his side and got on top of him. He said he tried to scream for me to wake up, but I couldn't hear him. When he finally broke free, he woke me up and he was drooling all over his pillow. He was so scared that we slept with the bedroom door closed and we both prayed before bed and put crosses up around the house and inside our room.
Three weeks later he drove out of state to see his parents and his mom took him to see a shaman lady and she said that a female ghost from the funeral liked him a lot, it was the female ghost that answered him disguising her voice as the male voice that answered my him and she was the one that followed him home. The shaman lady told my boyfriend that she told the spirit to leave and everything should be fine now.
I was home alone in our apartment when my boyfriend went out of state. The night my boyfriend left, I had rolled over to his side and I could have swear something was on top of me because I looked at the alarm clock and I could swear I was up, but some how still asleep too. I remember hearing my self pray and sing a Christian song in my head. I woke up singing the Christian song out loud and only 2 minutes had passed. I wasn't scared or anything, I just prayed and then thought it was a dream and went back to bed.
The next day late at night my boyfriend told me what the shaman lady said, which creeped me out. After that we haven't had any other experiences with the funeral home. We had alarms put in the funeral home because the doors kept unlocking by them selves and we put a bolt on the side door, so even if it unlocks no one can get in. I doubt anyone would want to come in. I was so glad when his parents decided to sell the funeral home.
I can't see ghosts, but my boyfriend seems to attract them and he can see them. I will have to write about our apartment that we live in now in my next story. Hopefully, I'll have it up before we move out in September.