I'm new to this website, but I just wanted to share the story about the house I used to live in Covington Indiana. Well, when my family bought the house we knew it used to be an old train depot, but after the years went by they fixed it up as a two story house but the upstairs was made into an apartment like.
Here is the point of the story. When I was 5 years old my family had bought the house, and about a month of living there, strange things started happening. First off, there was an old piano that was left there by the last owners, and one night at twelve o'clock it started playing by itself. We thought it might have been one of my sisters because she would play it, but my mom went and looked but no one was in there.
In my bedroom you could go through my closet to go to the basement, but on the left right before you go down the steps into the basement there was a door. Behind the door was like a little room and it would just have an eerie feeling and you could feel cold spots.
Upstairs we put brand new bulbs in the bathroom, kitchen and the I guess you would call it a dining room, when we tried to turn the lights on they wouldn't come on, but when we left the room and went back in there they would turn on.
Then one night my two sisters were asleep in the upstairs bedroom and my second oldest sister said she got woke up by something which felt like a ruler hitting her leg- well she went back to sleep and the next morning she saw an outline of a ruler on her leg.
A couple of nights later my oldest sister and I were by ourselves-we kept hearing like something rattling upstairs so we went to check it out but when we reached the top of the stairs there was a white figure with what looked like a white dress on, and my sister took my hand and we went back downstairs, when we got downstairs my other sister had just come in from a date and about an hour later my mom and dad came home.
The next night we were all sitting in the front room watching TV and a bat came in the house and we had a hard time getting it out of there. That night we heard the same noise as a couple of nights before and my sisters, my mom, and I went upstairs but nothing was there.
When we were turning around to go back down stairs my sisters' bedroom light came on, and when my dad got home from the bar, we told him about it and he said he hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.
Some of our family from another state came and stayed a week with us, and they told my mom that that house had an unsettling feeling about it, and that nothing felt right about that place. So we told my dad again but he still denied anything, but about a couple of months later we moved.