I lived in Denver, Colorado, as a child and the things I witnessed scarred me for life. There was always a baby crying in the basement and the basement was filled with rocks of sand. To get to the basement you had to go through a closet and pull down the stairs.
There was also a figure of a tall man walking around at night. Once my older sister was chasing a figure of an infant child that she claims smiled at her before disappearing in the wall? Once I saw the top of the head of a man in the bathroom mirror. We took baths but the water was very thick and felt like blood. You could always hear people talking and you would enter the room with no one in sight. The appliances would turn on and off by themselves and the TV channels would turn as well. We had an old rocking chair that was always moving.
The house was split into two sections and was being rented out by an older lady at the time but I am not sure if she ever experienced anything. Also, when we first moved in the furniture from the previous owners was all there. We even found bikes in the garage, almost as if someone ran out. Most of the time I was scared to death to go home because I did not understand what was going on. I don't know much about the house except it was built in the 1920's.
I drove by last week and noticed it was still there. My nightmares revolve around this house!
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