About 11 years ago my mom and stepdad moved into a house in a small town right outside of Camden. The house itself was a deep gray color and was tall and the yard had hardly any grass and surrounded by trees so it stayed very shady.
Inside the house was a huge living room that led to a kitchen straight ahead, to the right was a small hallway with a bedroom on each end and a bathroom in the middle. On the other side of the living room was a door with a vent, when you open the door, it leads to this dark narrow staircase that goes to one huge room upstairs. The upstairs room had a walled off corner with a toilet and bathtub and outside that wall was the sink. The landing at the bottom of the staircase led to three small steps that went to the storage/laundry room which was ground level and then there was a sliding door into the backyard. Hopefully this gives some sort of idea about the layout.
My mom was a bartender at a local club and my stepdad worked as security so he wouldn't have to drive all the way to the club to pick my mom up and bring her back every night.
For the first few weeks they lived in the house and on returning from their jobs, they would find lights and water in the room upstairs on, sometimes the lights and water would be on all over the house. They assumed somebody was breaking in trying to mess with them so one night they put flour on the floor by the front of all the doorways and taped all of the windows shut. When they got home, sure enough the lights and water were on upstairs. The door was still locked the flour was just as they left it. So my mom went upstairs once again to switch off the lights and turn the water of and she said, "who ever you are, if you're good you can stay, if you're not you have to leave and STOP turning on the lights and water, we can't afford the bills!" After that it never happened again.
They had a huge German Sheppard named Nick and he was terrified of the room upstairs. He would stand at the bottom of the stairs and whine. The one time they did get him up there, he just sat there shaking and whining then ran downstairs.
My stepsister Lisa was around 3 years old and she had a room downstairs. She used to play in the room all day laughing and talking and would hardly come out. When my mom would ask who she was talking to she told her that her friend was there, (she had a weird name that sounded Native American? I can't remember what it was.) But she said that the little girl's parents would come get her at the end of the day and they'd go home. She described them with long black hair and that they talked funny. Indians? She didn't even know what Indians were. She told my mom that every time she came in the room her friend went away because my mom scared her. They just assumed it was an imaginary friend and left it at that.
One day my stepdad's mom stayed the night. She was sitting on the couch which was next to the kitchen doorway and thought she saw my mom's turquoise bathrobe go by and yelled in there to ask her to make some coffee and got no reply. She got up and checked in the kitchen but it was empty.
My stepdad was home alone one day and taking a bath. He had left the door open since it was just him at home. When my mom got home from town, my dad was outside. He told my mom that he looked up and saw a ball of mist float across the living room and go through the vent in that door that leads to the room upstairs. It scared him so bad he ran outside in his underwear and got dressed in the car.
My mom told me that one night they were having a cookout and heard the weirdest music she ever heard and she couldn't even describe it to me coming from the woods in the back of the house. They also saw lights. Nobody lived back there as there were woods for miles. The guys got their flashlights and guns to go see what was going on. They searched all over but never found the source of the music and lights.
When my sister and I would go stay with them for the weekend, we would play upstairs occasionally, but we would get so scared that we'd have to run downstairs after a while. My mom always made us a pallet on the floor in the living room because we only slept upstairs a couple of times and we were very frightened because we felt somebody watching us. (We were 10 and 11 years old at the time.)
After they moved out, a lady they knew moved in and she ran into my mom in a store one day and asked her if anything strange had happened. She told her yes, a few things. The lady told my mom that she saw a ball of mist come from the door with the vent and halfway across the living room turned into the figure of a woman and went out the front door. Almost the same thing my stepdad saw!
Every time we drive past that house (hardly ever) I feel like I need to be there. Something wants me there and I'm drawn to it so much. I love that house I don't know why but if I had the money and it was still for sale, I'd buy it. Would it make sense if I said I felt like there was something there for me?