We moved into our house in 2001. It was a nice little house with two bedrooms, a kitchen, laundry room and pantry, two bathrooms and a living room. It wasn't fancy just ordinary and had four and a half acres of land that went with it which we rented to a local man to plant his corn on for his cows and to mow for hay as well. We had only been married for around 6 months when we bought the place so we were just starting out. The house was built in 1952 but was actually part of an older place back in the 1800's and had been divided up and the separate tracts had been sold off to other buyers. In short, the whole road we lived on had at one time been part of a bigger place. A plantation. The original plantation home was still in existence and behind our house we were living in now, but time and vegetation had hidden it from view. The realtor showed it to us when we bought our house. It definitely is not liveable tho so we didn't try to fix it up but it was amazing to look at and imagine what it must have been like. This particular story doesn't take place in the old plantation house however.
My husband would often get home late so I would be home by myself a lot. The house did not have a creepy feel to it but there were noises that I couldn't believe I was hearing. They started with water running from the bathtub faucet and when I would go to investigate I wouldn't see anything but I would hear it loudly. First water hitting the bottom of the tub, then water splashing on water as the tub quickly filled, then even more disturbing:frantic splashing around as if there was a struggle taking place and I could hear the water sloshing out of the tub soaking the floor. But I saw nothing. Not one thing. This freaked me out but I kept it to myself and each time it happened it was always the same way. I even went so far as to put my hands in the tub while this was going on. It was completely dry. To say I was terrified is an understatement. These occurrences only happened when I was there alone. I began to wonder if I wasn't loosing my mind.
Then one Saturday morning I got confirmation that I was in fact sane and something else was going on. My friend Mia (name changed) was over having coffee and chatting. I'd just found out I was pregnant and was so happy. We were talking about pregnancy and she was telling me about hers when it started. The water began to splash. Mia immediately stopped talking and looked at me and said,"I didn't know Rick was here."
"He isn't. Why?" I told her. She opened her mouth as if she were going to speak, but she then closed it. She took a drink of her coffee and ignored my question.
The water was louder now and filling the tub, slashing out full force. I wanted to run into the bathroom and look but I stayed put waiting to see if Mia had heard it. I just knew she had but I needed to hear her say it.
"What's with the water?" She finally asked. I shook my head but I didn't say anything. Mia got up from the table and walked down the hall almost tiptoeing. By now it sounded as if there was a frantic struggle going on in the bathtub. When Mia reached the door the tub was visible from the doorway. I knew it would be empty and the sound of the water hitting the floor was unmistakable. Mia stared down at the bathtub with huge eyes. Then it was over. We looked at each other and I knew she'd heard it finally.
Mia dashed back to the kitchen and I followed her. "What was that?" She asked. I wanted to hug her so bad right then. "I don't know I answered, but it's gone on ever since we moved in." Her eyes got wider and she asked, "Does Rick know?" I shook my head. I told her how it never happens when he's there only me. I was used to it by now it'd been months. A daily occurrence too and usually around the same time 8:35 am.
Mia and I finally finished our coffee and she calmed down enough to talk about what had happened. She convinced me to do some research on the house which she gladly agreed to help with. I think she became more fascinated than scared like I was. There weren't any cold spots or bad vibes or negative feelings so we weren't scared by it.
What we learned was that two previous families had lived there. The first was a middle aged couple with grown children. Their last name was Stone. They moved and sold the house. The second couple who bought it were the Malone's. They had a little girl. She went missing at three years old according to old microphish records at the library. That was in 1963. The Malone's moved shortly after their daughter's disappearance and I couldn't find out where they went or what happened to their little girl. As far as I could find out tho she hasn't been found at least not around here. Mia and I both have our suspicions about what happened to her tho. We believe she drowned, either accidentally or with some help, but it can't be proven however.
I've read that when something terrible happens it leaves a trace on the environment around it in some way. Mia and I both believe their daughter is trying to tell us something. It's scary yes, but more sad to me than scary. If anyone has any thoughts on this please let me know.