In 2000 my family got back together and moved into a gorgeous house in North Walpole, New Hampshire. I remember the first night there, I remembered the house felt very different than any other place I had lived in. It felt very crowded, like a whole bunch of people were living there but it was only four of us.
I remember the house smelled really good, like flowers and I always thought it was some fancy cleaner the landlord used to clean the house before we moved in, but every now and then for the four years we lived there we would smell these flowers and we never had flowers!
One night probably after a year of living there, my sister and I were trying to go to sleep for it was a school night. Outside of our bedroom was a huge room that was connected to two other rooms with hard floors and my sister and I heard what sounded like a woman in heels walking across the floor. Nobody in the house owned a pair of heels at the time, so it was very weird. The "walking" continued for about a minute. We didn't know what it was.
Later that year I had won a camera from a school fundraiser and it was one of those that required a roll of film. I took random pictures with it, I took pictures of the rooms and the trees outside. When I got the film back after getting them developed, I was going through the pictures and I came across one in particular that made everyone's hair on their arms stand up. It was a picture of the trees I took and there was a woman dressed in an old-fashioned dress and apron. Her hair was in a bun and it looked like she was turning her head to look at me as I took the picture! The woman in the picture was dark and I couldn't see her face but I saw the bun in her hair. It was crazy!
Later that year when my sister and I were at school and my mom was at work, my dad was alone in the house. He was in the kitchen doing the dishes when he heard someone yell, "Hey, Dad." He walked into the living room, thinking that's where the voice came from and realized that he was alone!
Another weird incident happened a year or so later. My dad had just picked my sister and me up from school. We had a van at the time with a sliding door and whenever we would go somewhere, someone strong would have to close the back sliding door. My sister wouldn't because she slammed her thumb in it once and refused to shut it ever again. So we get home, I get out of the passenger seat and my sister and dad are already out. No one had shut the sliding door yet so I went to do it but before I could my dad says, "Hey, thanks." I said, "For what?" He says, "For shutting the door." I tell him that I didn't do it and we just look at each other with confused looks on our faces because no one shut the door.
Finally, before we moved out (this was the summer of 2004), my sister and I were riding our bikes outside and I stopped and noticed the lady from my picture in our bedroom window! That was the creepiest house I had ever lived in besides the one I am living in now. I believe the ghost of our landlord's mother was haunting that house in North Walpole because she had died a long time ago and they lived there.
I always wonder if that house is still haunted and if the people living there now have seen or heard anything strange.